Tudor had tried to sit down in peace, with nobody noticing him. But no, he couldn't go five minuets without Jacinta trying to patch things up with him. They had been friends in Wales, even when she moved away to America. When he came to America, Tudor had tried to avoid her as much as he could. He didn't like reminiscing Wales, and his family's depressing financial state there. Not that they would ever tell anyone about it. He slowly stood up when she called his name, and stalked forwards with what appeared to be a smile crossing his face. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a large grimace at the very idea of having to try and shut Jacinta up. Again.

"Listen here!" He snarled when he got close enough for her to hear him almost whispering. "Will you just shut up! Stop talking to me, will you? I am sick-" He was about to carry on when he was interupted. Again. But this time it was a third party entering the conversation. Oh, lord. It was Liz. She didn't seem to notice him and greeted Jacinta instead, which gave him just about enough time to try and sneak away from the two of them.

Oh darn, she noticed him. He turned a startling shade of crimson when she greeted him, and replied with a shy smile and a quiet, weak, "Morning Liz." He looked around the room, trying to catch someone's eye to help him out. The most he could find was his friend Freddie, trying to annoy Noelle, as usual. "Erm, excuse me. I think Freddie needs my counseling before she drives the freshmen crazy." He muttered and splipped away to the corner of the room, where Freddie and Noelle were situated. "Well, Fredrika Gerdie! How many time have I told you, don't bully little kids! When will you learn, mate?" He chuckled and looked down at Noelle quickly, addressing her like he normally did. "Morning, sweetheart."

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