ooc:// Don't worry about it. I have a secret weapon up my sleeve...

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Derek's joking made Scott smile, glad to have somehow smoothed the boy's unease. It seemed he was getting really good at that. At the sight of Drake he waved him over, motioning for seat on his other side. "Drake! Over here!" His smile lit up, calling the undercl*censored*man like a beacon in the dark.

When Nathan met her gaze Eva stood, striding over to him purposefully. She smiled, one of those dazzling expressions that, if bottled, would make the creator an overnight millionaire, full of charm and charisma that was undeniable. "You are awfully cute to be sitting by yourself. Judging by the rapid growth of what was once the Leper Table, things are changing this year. Consider this an invitation from the Wicked Witch of Vanire High to join her before the tables have turned." Her smile changed a little, like a cute little wooden sword that suddenly turned real, its edge sharp and cold, yet unnaturally stunning.

She giggled, wiping away the look as quickly as it had appeared, skipping back to her table. All the way back the bells around her swinging hips jingled with the merest undertone of discord, adding to the strangeness undergoing the ball of sunshine today. Scott shot her one look, but she waved it away. "Oh, nothing. Just having a little chat." Her smile banished his doubt, and he continued to wave at Drake.

Name: James Adelaide

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Grade: Junior

Personality: Think Prince Charming. James is sweet, chivalrous, always looking out for those in need of *censored*istance, daring, extroverted to the max, charming, bright, and, from the outside, perfect. But he's a horrible flirt, and in truth as much of a nerd as Eva and Scott, just without the surrounded rumors. He is, in fact, whatever religion suits him. The only reason the girls of the school don't hate him is because they're all too smitten to see how callous and vain he is under all that glitter and show. He's a born performer, able to make just about anything look at if its true, and he can fake sincerity so well that he even had Eva in his hand for a little while. He dresses opposite Scott, wearing Victorian era clothing, though in the style of nobility rather than the working cl*censored*, and always in white with any color accent or jewel.

Appearance:

Dating: Noone (open)

Role in the school: The Hunk

ooc:// Already fixed it, and it's lunch time. Eva and Scott have just make a seen of themselves, scaring off a table of Barbie Clones. (that's what they call preps, btw) Introduce them however you like.

Edit: I updated Scott's pic. This one is a bit better. Disclaimer: I own none of the pictures I use for my characters EVER. Unless I say otherwise, all the credit goes to the rightfull owner, whoever they be.

((Bah, I'm confused.))

  Drake slowly and carefully took his steps. He was clumsy, constantly slipping and tripping. Perhaps it had something to do with his hair constantly covering his dark green eyes. He eventually found himself sprinting towards Scott, taking a seat beside him, afraid for his life. Though he'd managed to make friends with Eva and Scott on occasion, and very rare at that, he was still shy around other people, which made him feel small sitting at the table, the large cafeteria filled with many students. He managed to smile up at Scott, happy that he was called over. He resumed eating his sandwich, slumped in his seat and low to the table, hoping he wouldn't be noticed by anyone else.

Drake turned to Scott then back to his food. "It was okay I guess. I was a little lonely, but..." His words faded. He took a bite of his sandwich and returned his attention to him.

"I'm not lonely now!" He grinned, staring for a couple of moments. He continued to eat his sandwich, wondering if he would have to get used to the hugging. He was still afraid of girls, and other people mind you, but he was confident about what Scott had told him earlier about overcoming his shyness. He believed that with their help, he would be able to become more open, however, it would be his major decision to do so as well.

Upon finishing his food, he eye his arm warmer. Eva had done a good job. He flashed her a bright smile. "Thanks for fixing my arm warmer earlier. I guess." He hung his head, knowing he wasn't as embarr*censored*ed to talk to her, but to others, he was terrified. He fiddled his thumbs and stared at his feet, sitting there silently. 

Eva smiled, pinching his cheeks. "You are just too cute! I could hug you and squeeze you and-" She stopped at a glare from Scott. The look was sent behind Drake's back, so as to hide it from his view, but it very clearly said, 'Mine.' Supressing a giggle Eva sent a look right back, returning to the secret language of facial expressions that they'd developed in and had been perfecting since sixth grade.

'I told you so. Did I not tell you so?' After a serious blush and shock, Scott sought a witty reply but could think of none. 'Fine. You win this round, Oh Wicked Witch.' She laughed, sticking her tongue out at him. 'Fine with me, Demon Butler.' All of this they did just out of Drake's line of sight, and after broke into fits of laughter.

Scott returned his attention to Drake, gaze softening. "I'm glad that the sight of us banished the clouds of your loneliness. It's good that I should help my fellow man in this way."

 Drake lightly laughed, rubbing his face as he blushed just a smidgen, also glad to have what he'd already considered by now to be real friends. Though it was a little humiliating to have his cheeks randomly squeezed like so, it was better than being alone. Much better. He was about to tell them about being abandoned by everyone he met, his reason for becoming the way he was, but the story was long and depressed most people, so he decided otherwise. It'd be better to keep the friends he had than lose them like his first. He was confused at their sudden outburst of laughter, but quickly shrugged it off. Turning back to Scott, he grinned.

"You're the real reason that I have friends in the first place. Then Eva became my friend because she was your friend, but also because of how she'd helped me earlier. Thanks." He smiled softly, coming to rest his arms on the table.

Scott held back a cry of delight, settling for kissing the boy on the forehead. When he pulled away Scott was looking as shocked as Drake probably felt, red as a tomato. Eva giggled, covering her look of pure joy and fangirlish excitement with hands covering her entire face. Scott stammered, trying to collect himself after a moment.

"Yo-... I-.... It's..." He took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut before speaking again. "You just looked so sad for a second, I didn't want you to feel that any more. You're just so cute, I really couldn't help it. Please forgive me for being so bold."

Drake was surprised for a moment and resided with a small content smile. He sat straight-backed and moved his left leg over his right, moving his hands down onto his knees. 

"No, it's all right." He paused. "Really, be as bold as you like because I like you guys. I'm happy the way you are. To be honest, it actually makes me happy that I can be myself around other people. If I hadn't met you guys today, I'd be living with the thought that I'd never be able to stare someone in the eyes, even more talk to them ever again." He was shocked at how much he'd just said. It was the most he'd spoke in months, excluding to himself. It was probably for the best though that he was able to suddenly speak so freely.

He moved the hair out of his eyes, hesitating. "Um, sorry. I usually rant on about my thoughts and it gets a little annoying." He quietly laughed, turning a very light shade of pink. He turned around in his chair, sitting backwards in it and leaning against the table. He couldn't sit still at the moment.

[[Umm... so recap?]]