To Hot to Handle

Jake Baxter was dropped off by his parents who wished him luck and said their last goodbyes. Love ya too.... he thought to himself. Unlike other students, he in particular was not excited about school at all. The only thing he did enjoy was pissing off the teachers and hitting on the ladies; if their were any decent one here. The charming boy grabbed his bag and started to walk up paved sidewalk....

Oliver had been sitting on a bench, earbuds plugged in as he listened too his daily classical music as he had held a book in one of his arms, clearly intrigued by it. As he quickly had flipped through the pages of his book. The winter had flinched when he had heard a loud motor of a car drive by the school, maybe reading by the entrance was not such a good idea. Snapping his head over the winter narrowed his eyes seeing that a new student had been dropped off. Although he normally didn't care and would probably go back too reading his book he couldn't help be interested in this guys gift. Setting his book down on the bench Oliver had walked forward giving the dude a quick wave.

Jake soon saw a student give him a wave. "Hey dude!" he waved back walking up to him. "I'm Jake." he held out his hand, trying to be as polite as possible, which was really hard for him.

Oliver wasn't too keen on how loud this dude's voice was or how he screamed obnoxiously into his eardrums. Forcing a quick crooked and shaky smile the winter had extended his hand forward too shake Jakes. "..Oliver Kent." He had replied, "You might wanna put some lotion on your hands their dry." The winter had said plainly as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets.

"Oh great. A nerd." he mumbled. My hands are not that dry...he thought to himself. "Anyway, nice to meet ya. Mind showing me where the front office is?" he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, his finger transformed into a lighter.