<strong>James, in Detention</strong><br/><br/>Normally, his reaction to someone reaching in to grab something, or him, would have been intercepting. He had been in some rather violent scenes before, and, frankly, for a teenager, it was a bit traumatic. He would be the first to admit that he was different from the rest of the kids, mentally as well as, well, his oddity, what he called. It was hard to control most of the time, especially in situations in which he really had to use it. Which usually meant damaged buildings, and way more damage than he intended to do or, worse, too little. So, when she reached over to grab his phone, his first reaction was to grab her hand, and push it away. His hand even flickered out of where it had been resting, but he stopped halfway, and lamely placed his arm back on the desk. He hoped she hadn't noticed it, and the worrying over that had him distracted from the bands that she had selected, adn he only realized what she was doing when he almost fell out of his chair as the music suddenly blared in his ear.<br/><br/>He straightened himself back up with as much dignity as he could muster, and he nodded," Good choice..." He didn't really pay attention to what they were listening to, but he nodded anyways. He only had songs that he at the very least tolerated, this sounded like a song that he would like. He looked up at the clock, and saw that their time here was almost up. He wondered what would happen once they left. It wouldn't be a good bet to try and find her here again, but he did want to find her again. But she hung out with a crowd that would not forgive her hanging with him, so he was a bit at a loss. He decided to drop the matter as soon as he opened his mouth. It snapped shut again.