As he passed her the note, he could see, or rather, feel her eyes on him. Far to the contrary, as a matter of fact. But still it did make him feel a bit awkward. The way that you felt when you know that you were being watched by someone that you wanted to be watching you, and yet you felt uncomfortable because you don't want to do anything wrong while under that gaze, lest that person think ill of you. All that ran through his mind, and he decided to do the unexpected. He looked clean into her eyes, and winked a bit, with a half-smile twirling up one end of his mouth. He was cocky, no doubts about it. He successfully fought back a blush. If she didn't like it, well, they would go back to whee they had been to start with, and, well, if she liked it, it would be all the better, he supposed.<br/><br/>But his smile faltered ever so gently as he saw the pen that she was using slip through her fingers. And, if he hadn't suddenly seen and well, disbelieved what he had seen, he might have sworn that he saw the pen slip<em>through</em>her fingers. But that was impossible. Thing didn't just slip through fingers. That was physically impossible. He, at that moment was, of course forgetting that he did something that was physically impossible on a comparative daily, but that wasn't the point. He made a minute shake of his head, as if dispelling the thought from his mind. His eyes were obviously playing tricks on him, although, despite the fact that he neglected it, the seed of something odd had been planted. Maybe he wasn't the only one that could do weird, awesome, inhuman stuff. Maybe he wasn't that much of a freak after all. But just a seed, and as of yet, unwatered.<br/><br/>He was faster than she was, his hand snaking out to snatch the pen up from the ground and he handed it to her in an embarrassed smile. She wrote faster than he did, he noticed, chagrined, and he read over what she had written. First time? Dang. Well, he might have expected it from her. She was a cheerleader, and other than making people feel like trash, they tended to stay within the rules of the school. He shook his head, and wrote something back. One word:<br/><br/><em>Lucky.</em><br/><br/>He read the rest of what she had written. They had almost run out of paper length, at least on this page, so he crammed what he wrote:<br/><br/><em>Not really sure. Mostly rap and hip-hop, but those are mainly for the rhythm that help me with my...</em>He scribbled over those last few words,<em>that I like generally. What kind of music do you like?</em>