Frowning slightly, Spazz turned toward the voice.  Blinking slowly, she seemed to grasp that the jock was talking to the goth-girl...and she turned that way instead, waiting to see if the girl would respond somehow.  When no more than a sullen frown seemed to be forthcoming, she turned back to the jock.<br/><br/>Perfect timing.  He was saying something about lockers and the seating arrangement.<br/><br/>"Yeah," Spazz said quietly.  "Funny how that works."<br/><br/>She managed a small smile, since the boy seemed to be friendly.  Or at least not at all interested in making fun of her.<br/><br/>"Football team, right?"