<strong>James - in the detention Hall.</strong><br/><br/>James looked up when the tall, good-looking brunette stepped in. He looked at her a bit, studying her a bit. He had seen her before somewhere. His brow furrowed, thinking, and staring of course. He didn't notice it, not being very observant of his own actions. He finally blinked when he caught her eyes on him, realizing that he was, in fact, staring. He quickly averted his eyes, blinking and shaking his head a bot. He quickly remembered who she was, and where he had seen her before. She was a cheerleader, and he had seen her standing close to Helen, either mistreating, or learning from her. He looked down. She was hot, he wouldn't deny that. But cheerleaders tended to be a bit... well, arrogant, and played hard to get. He didn't play that game very well. If a girl was interested, she should say it, and not pretend otherwise. He shook his head, disliking this train of thought, and pushing it aside for the moment as he thought about other things, pressing play on his phone. Some music that he didn't really care for blasted his ears.<br/><br/>He quickly grew bored of it. He rolled his eyes. Damn, this thing could end up lasting forever. He stood, stretched a bit, flexing his entire body as a yawn tore his jaw open. He blinked again, and, without thinking walked over to her. He sat down beside her, and ignored her for a few seconds before turning to her, offering his hand," Hiya there. You can call me James. Whats your name?"