<em>James O'Neil Jr. - Tuesday, 4th of September, 2012, 6:52 - Cafeteria w/ Helen Posten (open)</em><br/><br/>The young man grinned at the comment. He had a dead aim, one that pro basketball player would kill for, if that would do any good. But he had a severe lack of interest in following the rules. He was hot-headed, and since he was, as a rule, bigger than the other guys on the team, if not in height, then in build, most of the guys were cowed thoroughly by him, whether he liked it or not. He didn't, but it turned out that he befriended a couple of them, and he generally played in the basketball still to hang out with them. They weren't his regular kind of friends, but more the upper class. They wouldn't have hung out with James otherwise, if they didn't know him first anyway, and he liked the way that he was better than them at just about everything, except money. They seemed to have the aplenty. But still, he preferred his other friends, one that he didn't feel at about the size of an ant when they talked about traveling to Switzerland for their winter vacations, or that their parents had promised them nice cars when they got their driver's licences. In conversations like these his face would mask over. He knew they weren't trying to make him feel bad, and that was why he hid it. They were just a bit insensitive, and he forgave them that. It still hurt though.<br/><br/>He was brought out of his reverie with the arrival of Kaylee, and he looked around, tuning into what she was saying. He regretted it, because it made him flush. Not in embarrassment, but in repressed anger. It was gone quickly, however, and his eyes, previously hot with indignation, now went as cold as ice. The feeling of her breasts on his back was nice and distracting, but he didn't change his mind. People didn't treat him that way, and most especially not his friends, and get away with it unscathed. Not like he was going to hit her, though. He was gentlemanly enough for that. But he would give her a stinging retort as soon as he could think one up. For now, he tossed her a smile, one that didn't reach his eyes by the proverbial long-shot, as he looked at her, pointedly avoiding to look at her rather intrusive breasts.<br/><br/>"Kaylee," He said with feigned enthusiasm," Well, aren't you a sight for tired eyes. No, she don't have one. I have yours, though. You never know, after all, when you're gonna need it. Monsters in the lockers might come out at any time, as you well know. No, wait... I think I gave it to you daddy, and he put it back on your bed. Because that's where the monsters really are" He feigned a serious look, or tried, and then grinned, winked, and offered Helen a fist pump. He was getting rather good at offending girls, he knew, from his experience with Jennifer.<br/><br/><em>James O'Neil Jr. - Tuesday, 4th of September, 2012 - World history class (almost)</em><br/><br/>James rushed along the halls. He had lived here for long enough, so he knew the school like the back of hsi hand. Knowledge that didn't keep him from being late, after all, and his watch was telling him harshly that he was, in fact, late. He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, scowling. He didn't like being late. No one did, not at school anyway. James didn't tend to be late, but it was usual for this time of year, when kids were still getting used to the new schedules. He still didn't like it, and entered the history class grumbling a bit. His face lit up at seeing his friend, and he sat as near her as he could. He liked being around her. He looked over to the girl that she seemed to be engrossed in talking to. She seemed new, and only a tad out of place. He nudged Helen a bit," Hey," He said with a smile," long time no see," He grinned, joking of course. He waved to the other girl," Hi, I'm James. Not her boyfriend," He grinned, and offered his hand.