<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Tyler-Hoechlin-7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Carter Neville<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Nitro<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium, Hall of Oracles<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chloe, Nathan, Alexi<br/><hr/><br/>Well, it didn't seem like things were going to start for a few more minutes, and the repeated glances that were coming his way from the buxom brunette in the front row were helping to lighten his dark mood.  At her last glance, he winked at her, a slight smirk curling the corner of his lip, and he stood, making his way out of the row he was in and around to the front of the auditorium.  He entered the row behind the one where Chloe, Nathan, and Alexi sat chatting, and came up behind them.<br/><br/>His large hands came to rest on the backs of the chairs that Alexi and Nathan sat in, and he shook them roughly.  He grinned, fixing them both with that dark look of his, the one typical of the troublesome teenage ne'er-do-well.  He didn't give them a chance to answer Chloe's question, instead nodding to the side for them both to beat it.<br/><br/>"The show starts whenever you want, sweetheart..." he said, fixing her with his dark eyes and a charming grin.  "And I guarantee it's gonna be a helluva lot hotter than the one the principal is gonna put on.  What's your name, honey?  I'm sure these two have already told you mine."<br/><br/>He smiled again, a charming smile that spoke of mischief and playfulness, one that he reserved specifically for the ladies.<br/>