Aiko didn't look around the classroom. She didn't bother. She had no friends, so looking would be a waste of her time. She finally moved as people came in, silently pulling out a notebook.
Jack smirked, but stayed silent as his only friend, his childhood friend, in fact, rushed in as the tardy bell sounded. 'Always late, huh, Kyler?' He smiled, pleased he wasn't alone.
'Yeah, well, i heard this teacher is a bi.t.ch.'
Jack simply smiled and refocused on his sketch.
Aiko quietly turned to a blank page in her notebook to write something in her perfect, tiny handwriting. Never smiling. She seemed very put together, very carefully prepared. Also, she seemed...lonely.
Jack noted the lonley girl from earlier. No one sat by her either. 'Hey, I'll be back,' he murmured to Kyler.
He slid into a desk bes=xt to the girl. 'You're new here?' Jack had never seen her before.
Aiko paused in her writing, slowly looking over at the boy with her dark brown eyes, face blank. "No." She said shortly, simply.
This takes Jack by suprise. The girl was something you wouldn't forget so easily. 'Oh? Then I guess I haven't seen you before. I'm Jack,' he replies softly and extends a hand in greeting.
"Summers. Aiko Summers." Aiko answered, looking towards the floor for a brief moment before looking up. She took his hand in a quick little handshake.
'Aiko. I like it,' Jack replied softly, as not to disturb the other people in the room. 'Well, I guess I'll see you around,' he commented as he returned to his seat.
'Talking to miss priss?' Kyler asks.
'Just trying to be nice? You know something I dont'?'
Aiko silently straightened out her shirt and looked away, back towards her lines of tiny writing. He had been the first student to approach her. She usually scared everyone away with her stiff personality.
Jack ignores Kyler and finishes his sketch. A beautiful arrangement of cherry blossoms backgrounded by the full, glowing moon. Never once had he taken art classes, but he already drew like a professional.
Aiko, he thought to himself. What a simple but pretty name. He finished some shading and glanced back over to the fragile girl.
Still, no one else had come up and talked to her.
Aiko kept her eyes focused on her perfect lines of writing and not on the empty desks around her, at her lack of friends. She told herself she didn't need friends, that they would be distracting when she tried to write, but she still felt so alone.
Neat rows of haikus and other poems filled her notebook, black and occasionally blue ink on the white lined paper.
Jack ignored the teacher all through out class as his note book began to be filled with declicate scenes and beautiful desgins.
The bell rang and he gathered his stuff and trudged to his next class, Classic American Lit.
Aiko primly got up, neatly tucking away her notebook. She smoothed out her immaculate white shirt and her skirt before moving on to her next class.
Once,again, Jack choses to sit in the back of the class. And it flies by. The next thing was lunch. He made his way to the cafeteria, wondering if Aiko would even remotely like someone to join her. He scanned the lines and spotted her.
Aiko always brought her own lunch. Today, it was cucumber slices with carrot and celery sticks, arranged neatly around a small salad.
Jack made his way to her empty table and greeted her with a smile, that he hoped she would see. He threw his sack lunch down and said quietly, 'Hi.'
Aiko blinked at him, pausing as she was about to take a bite of salad. Surprise flashed in her eyes. "Hello." She finally responded.
Jack smiled, pleased to get a response out of her. 'I see the teachers haven't killed either of us today,' he mumbled as he opened his bag and pulled out a baggied sandwich.
"I...suppose they haven't." Aiko said, still slightly shocked that someone would come talk to her.
'Yeah. So, Aiko, right?' Jack smiled and opened the baggie, beginning ot eat.