(Sorry post was late, ne!)<br/><br/>Esther's flashlight revealed the form of Jason Spinell, who she called Band Boy.  She'd met him when the orchestra and band classes collaborated every once upon a while, and she'd been noticing him in the halls often since then.  She saw him as slightly maladjusted, which suited Esther just fine.  He was cute, too, and featured promisingly on Esther's very particular list of eligible males.  It wasn't a crush.  Not really.  At least that's what she told herself.<br/><br/>Jason wasn't very unlike Cynthia from drama, really.  He had some skill, and even though Esther made it a point not to bow to anyone else's artistic caliber in High School, she admitted he was better with a trumpet than she would ever be.  He took music very seriously, and Esther respected that immensely.  Like Cynthia, however, he wasn't really going anywhere.  He had the talent, and the drive, but he didn't have that thing that made him stand out.  Rather than try to nurture that, his teachers preferred to use him in other ways, like catching up useless band mates.  It was the same manipulation Bacon used in Drama, making students give the teachers something extremely valuable in exchange for unimportant promises of favor.<br/><br/>One thing she hadn't known about Jason was his aversion to light, which at the this time was much less amusing than she cared to admit.  She quickly put the flashlight down, muttering an apology.  She waved to him, her smile lacking the usual world-weariness that accompanied it.  But she didn't speak, just then.  Olivia spoke.  Several things became clear as she heard that intoned, absurdly flirty voice that made her clench her teeth every time she heard it.  The first being that her interest in Jason was, indeed, closer to a crush than she had thought.  Jealousy like that doesn't just spring up unprovoked.  And secondly, she was very happy Olivia didn't sit down by her or take a hit.  Funny, Esther even thought they might have suddenly found more in common.  Oh well, the status quo is a bitch.<br/><br/>The Golden Boy and the Princess were both eyeing their respective time-pieces avidly, and Esther was suddenly less reluctant to get moving.  Maybe she'd get a chance to peace pipe with Jason a little while later.  She did take a look back to Mike.. crusty with blood, his rage ebbing like distant rolls of thunder.  She pondered for a moment, wondering what The Golden Boy would be like... and then she shook the thought from her mind and stood up.  Someone might hear her hiss the words 'dammit mom' as she looked in the direction of the field.<br/><br/>" 'kay!" she said.  "Yeah, tough luck if there are more." she turned her flashlight on to face the woods around the area, and then looked at Mike, her expression a coy once more.  "Hey, Golden Boy.  You care to lead?"