<strong>James, in the Detention Hall</strong><br/><br/>James was flustered, a bit. Well, a lot, but he was enough of an actor to be able to hide some of it, his fingers gripping the seat that he was in until his knuckles turned white, his face tentatively red as his over-alert vision of her face caught that raising of her eyebrow, and the phantom of a smirk on her face, although that last one might have been a bit of paranoia. He was now classified as a... well, a clumsy idiot, for starters. He mentally kicked himself. He had been startled, so what? Yes, he had been seated on the edge of his chair, and of course he had forgotten that he had left the music on at the highest volume while forgetting that his earphones were still in his ear. The result of all the above had been him nearly falling off his chair, as well as a barely perceptible flailing of limbs to catch himself. He was a guy. So what? What did he care?<br/><br/>Well, all things considered, he cared because, well, it had been in front of Chloe. That made everything different, frankly. Low scores were somehow lower, geeky statements were somehow geekier, as well as cool things said and done were somehow cooler, especially if she verbally appreciated them. His dad thought it was all stupid teen stuff, but dammit, he was a teen. It was his stupid stuff. He kicked himself again.<br/><br/>He stood when she did, still blushing, inside, if not outside, and he turned to her when she spoke," Yeah... it has," He nodded and smiled that oddly charming, natural half-grin on his," I would... yeah, I would like that," He offered his hand. Would it be too geeky to tell her that he could type it on his phone? Yeah. Obviously. He was quiet until she was finished writing," So... you will hear from me again," He nodded, and was still smiling.