Boring Summer

[Jethro Foster]

Jet sat on the sofa watching every new and old face pass by. Then to the wall and fire.
Same old, same old.
He shifted over a bit as someone came to sat down beside him.
A new face.
Should he talk to her?
Jet was never really the one for starting conversations and keeping to them.
He'll try anyway.
"Hi," he said loud enough for her to here.

[Nadia Donovan]

It was the first time Nadia had been in the common room. She preferred privacy and as she had expected it was packed.
She didn't really know what she was doing in the common room. She began to wish that she'd just gone to her room instead.
She spied a free seat next to some guy. No harm in sitting down... he might be nice?!
She sat down and was a little surprised to hear the guy say "Hi,", she had been steeling herself up to make a start at conversation.
"Uh, hi," should I say more?? "I'm Nadia."

[Jethro Foster]

His brain froze in surprise. He thought he would ever get a word from her, let alone her looking at him.
"Uh, hi," short pause, "I'm Nadia."
Jet smiled slightly. "Jet,"
He extended his hand out for her to shake, "I take it you're new here just this year? I've never seen you around before,"

[Nadia Donovan]

"Jet," He extended his hand out for Nadia to shake, "I take it you're new here just this year? I've never seen you around before,"
"Yeah, I'm new... I transferred from.. uh...another school," No point in telling everyone I'm a model. "What year are you in?" Nadia thought that Jet seemed nice enough. She was glad he had spoken first, she wasn't sure if she would have had the courage to speak to someone new...

[Jethro Foster]

What year was he in?
"Upper sixth, you?" he replied quickly.
How anyone can forget what year they're in is beyond me...ok no it's not beyond me cause I just did.
Jet smiled slightly at her before putting his jacket on him. He was starting to get cold again.

[Nadia Donovan]

"Lower sixth," Nadia replied. His response to her question had been slightly hesitant, which confused her before being really fast, almost as if he wasn't sure, which was just a tad odd. After all, who doesn't know what year they are in? Apart from amnesia cases... they were excusable. Not that not knowing what year you are in is inexcusable... I give up. I'm not making any sense... even to me.
Their conversation had come to a standstill, apparently he was wanting her to start the next topic of conversation...
"Uh, did you have a good summer?"

[Jethro Foster]

Jet sighed inwardly.
He was really beginning to hate that question.
"Mine was not so eventful, and yourself?" he leaned back and stared into the fire.
Now why couldn't he have the power of fire?

[Nadia Donovan]

Jet seemed a bit annoyed by Nadia's question. She had asked what seemed a perfectly innocent question.
"Mine was not so eventful, and yourself?" he leaned back and stared into the fire.
He was clearly wishing that he hadn't spoken to her. He was clearly not wanting to talk to her anymore. Oh well.
"Not too much happened for me either. Just getting ready to come to Orchid really. Nothing much else." Nadia decided she could be sullen to. She decided not to initiate the next question. He could talk to her if she wanted.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet glanced at Nadia. She was frowning about something.
"Hmm," Jet answered trying tot hink of a question.
He looked at the ceiling for some time until one came to him.
"Where do you come from?"

[Nadia Donovan]

"Where do you come from?" Jet asked after a couple of minutes of silence. MAybe he just finds social interaction hard...
Where do I come from? That's a really hard question for me to answer. Certainly I don't tell people who I hardly know. But how can I distract away from the actual question? I don't really want to offend him...
"Nowhere in particular," Ok maybe that will bring more questions but at least i avoided the name. Not that it is of any particular consequence. I don't much like to think about it though. I've worked hard to grow past it.
"What about you? Are you from around here? I'm not that good with recognizing accents so I really have no idea."

[Jethro Foster]

"I'm from America," he answered back. He paused for a minute thinking to himself.
"And where is nowhere in particular?" he insisted on getting an answer.
Even the country would do.

[Nadia Donovan]

America huh? Nadia hadn't recognised the accent, but then, she never did.
"And where is nowhere in particular?" Crap. She had thought she had diverted him enough, but he was annoyingly persistant.
"In Callendar, near Stirling in Scotland, but I've spent a few years in England too." She was thinking about it so there was no more harm in saying it now.
"What group are you in?"

[Jethro Foster]

"What group are you in?" knew it was coming...
Jet smiled, "The best group ever. Spies,"
Ok not the best group, all the groups where equally good at what they did. But he was in tha Spies and so naturally he had to say it was the best group.
"You?"

[Nadia Donovan]

"Academics... I'm too new to say which is the best group yet... but since I arrived I do have to admit I was half thinking I'd rather be in the Spies but it's too early still really..." Nadia didn't know what else to say... she looked away from Jet and stared into space.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet laughed.
He knew all too well what she was saying. He had wanted to be in the Spies and ta da.
But now if he had to choose another group he would probably go for the Academics, but Spies was too cool to want to change.
He loved the group and Kira was an amazing head who knew her stuff.
Map co-ordinates, fighting, spying, and other gadgets.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Got any pets?"