Just the dark corners of rooms he liked, he hated bright rooms because of his eyes. No one understood that save for his demented brother who was probably taking his nap right then. Like he cared. Since mother's death when they were younger, James hadn't been the same, he went psycho. Like he killed a man at 11 all because the man kept putting cigarettes out on his younger brother's skin. Which Jason began to scratch at in his lost thoughts. As the teens walked in he rubbed his arm and looked around, the highscoolers went into their seats and before he knew it everyone was there till the teacher spoke. Looking up as he pulled out a bit of homework be blinked, the male was handsome alright, girlie looking but did it matter? Jason Brant opened his book as he watched the new kid, he was pretty good looking for a transfer to Bleu Bell High. Jason stared at the new kid, motioning for the students to pay attention to he teacher before he went back to staring. This kid... He got a different aura from him. One he liked. His brother had one that creeped him out at times. Yes. Jason was scared of James. Sure James protected him but... He was scared of him deep down, he wasn't allowed to let anyone close. James said they'd hurt them like father did or like the lady who had separated them or the man and woman who beat them because they looked weird. Hell those foster parents where why he had an eating disorder. They poisoned him once and since then he didn't eat much, he had muscle but he was still too thin from what everyone said.Â<br/><br/>He wondered what would happen if he went to his brother and said he had a sexual attraction to guys... Sometimes he wondered if James even cared. Lost in thought he forgot he was staring at Kinjo. Most students knew he always stared at new kids for a few days. Assessing their aura. Making sure they were alright folk before deciding to be himself near them. Though most girls at the school thought he himself was cute too but he hated how they chased him till cornered to ask him to do dirty pranks. He did jokes for fun, not pleasure. Never pleasure even if he got people to laugh. Sighing he rubbed his arm, and then blinked before working on his homework. Realizing he stared at Kinjo too long.Â