Jake retracted his hand after Natasha's cold response to his attempt at friendship. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed to why he even bothered. So far he's met only two of the people there and neither seemed to want anything to do with him. Still, it could've been worse. He could've been the porter that Natasha had been barking orders at.<br/><br/>His head popped up when she invited him to mingle. Her words seemed to be a little forced, but Jake would take anything he could get. Part of him wondered when the 'confidence' his father spoke of was going to come into play.<br/><br/>Jake followed the girl into the building, staying close as to not get lost. The sight was rather funny, like a puppy following its owner. All the while, the boy was trying to come up with something to say. Something suave that might have been said by his brother. There wasn't much time to think about it, though, as they arrived into the main hall. He followed her to her table and sat down next to her, remaining quiet as she began to converse with the other girl who had already been sitting there. His eyes drifted across the table at her, blinking at how she was another knockout. What was with this school?<br/><br/>The young man listened to their conversation, and figured that he'd at least introduce himself to the other girl, unsure if she had noticed him so far. "Hi, I'm Jake." He blurted out akwardly in the middle of their words. {{Why did I say it like that?}} He thought, regrettably.<br/><br/>James had walked down the hall where the dorms were located. Finally he found his room, smiling at how it looked the same. "Home, sweet home." he said aloud, chuckling at his own joke. The boy truly was in love with himself. James placed his suitcase on his bed, and after a few minutes of unpacking he was ready to explore the rest of the school. It was true that he had been there a few years and practically knew the school inside-out, but what he mainly wanted to see was the new 'talent' as a friend of his once put it.<br/><br/>James left his jacket so that he was only in his t-shirt, giving exposure to his muscular biceps as he went back into the hallway. He wasn't quite sure where he'd go first, bu he decided to walk toward the main hall. If anything he could get something to eat as well.