<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/DanielJefferson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel Jackson<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Black Flag<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lance, Karter, & Yvette<br/><hr/><br/>When Karter puts her arms around him in the friendly hug Nathan just continues to stare at his food as he chews his bite of pizza. As soon as she starts to talk though he realizes he has set himself up for some teasing from either her or Lance again, so his eyes come up but look at Lance. Hearing Karter’s words and seeing the bottle of Dew going to Lance’s mouth Nathan already knows what is about to happen. Sure enough Lance busts up laughing and chokes on his soda, but as the soft drink is spewed out Nathan catches every droplet in mid air with his telekinesis as he does not want to be covered in Mountain Dew or have his or anybody else’s lunch ruined by it. As the yellow liquid begins to form back into a single glob floating above the table Nathan looks at Karter with a sheepish and shy grin on his face to reply to her statement. His is barely loud enough to be clearly heard by those at the table above the noise in the cafeteria. ”Do you think this is some act that I do to get attention? Something I think about and do just to get pretty girls to like me? Well if you haven’t noticed it doesn’t work that way and if I could control it, it would never happen. Do you think I like looking like an idiot every time a beautiful girl looks at me?” He stops realizing that he might have just hurt her feelings as he has not acted this way for her since halfway through their sophomore year when he finally became comfortable enough with her to treat her as a friend. ”Before you get your panties in a bunch because I just implied that you aren’t beautiful just think about how long we have known each other and how long it took me just to look you in the eyes.” His voice is a bit louder than before and clearly he means every word.<br/><br/>Nathan is about to say something on the subject of being bitten and being protected from it happening but realizes that although not directly that he just told Karter that she is beautiful and the blush returns to his checks although not quite as intense and he looks back down at his food again. At Yvette’s words about not biting a small sigh escapes him and he thinks,<em>Of course not. Nobody ever wants to bite me.</em>The small sphere of Lance’s drink is floating towards the nearest garbage bin when Yvette says that she thinks he is cute and he should not be nervous or shy around. This catches him completely by surprise and he loses his concentration and the liquid falls to the floor. His eyes snap up to look at her and he actually meets her gaze as a small smile slowly appears on his face. ”Really? Thanks, I think you’re … cute…” He pauses thinking cute just does not seem like the right word. ”… no … pretty…” Pretty still does not strike him as the right word, but he cannot seem to think of the right word to fit her appearance. ”Well let’s just say that you trigger my shyness. Thank you … for saying that I don’t need to be … shy … or nervous around you … I will try.” Again his eyes drop to his tray and his cheeks take on a slight pinkish tint. ”It’s just an automatic reaction though.”<br/><br/>As the discussion turns to Yvette’s reason for attending this school and she reveals her living in an orphanage Nathaniel has no idea what to say on that subject as he still lives with his biological parents, older sister, and younger brother during the time away from school, but he considers the school more like home. As he listens he places a tot in his mouth and gives a small grimace as the potato has cooled to level of reducing the pleasure of eating it. He goes ahead and chews and swallows the one tot but concentrates on those remaining on his tray agitating the molecules to bring their temperature back up. Then thinking about the others he does the same thing to all the tater tots at their table. He only brings them up a level of heat to make them more enjoyable without hot enough to burn fingers or mouths.