[center][b]VALOR[/b]
Despair.

Valor felt nothing but despair as Azure turned him down, again, and the bright smile that he once had slipped right off his face. Hearing the one person he cherished the most decline his offer to spend time together hurt him, but he quickly recovered. There was no use in listening to a band that he didn't even like, right? They could just find some other activity to do together! He was eager to hear whatever Azure had to say next, but Mr.Madore came in and cut them off. " Okay!" He piped up, his smile coming back, " We'll talk after class!" Listening to Azure, Valor went to his seat, which was in the same row as Azure's horizontally, but two desks away, and slammed the two tickets down on the desk of Arik Mizuki, who had the misfortune of being seated between Valor and Azure. " Here, you can have these." Valor said. There was no use for him to have tickets to a band that Azure didn't like. Any band like that was not worth Valor's time, free tickets or not.

Mizuki brightened up and accepted the tickets, " Aw thanks man, my chick loves this band! This'll totally make up for the fight we had this morning!"

"Uh huh," Valor commented, only half listening to his basketball teammate as he went into detail about his fight with his girlfriend, already in his 'Azure-stalking-zone' and was staring at him intently from over Mizuki's shoulder.

[b]RODRIGO[/b]
There was a tiny sliver of hope in his heart that it was only these few students that they had encountered that were crazy instead of the entire school, but as they walked into their math class, Rodrigo knew that he had been shooting his hopes too high. The whole classroom was in disarray, people were sitting on desks, singing showtunes, playing musical instruments, there was even a kid full on painting at his desk, easel and all. Rodrigo was violently reminded of the show that was on T.V back home, Jlee or something, where all the students went around singing and expressing themselves through the power of song. He had thought that that stuff only happened in television shows, and yet, here it was. Angel really wasn't lying when he said this place was...different.

" Ethan I want to leave." Rodrigo said, watching the two strange students from before take their seats. Suddenly they didn't seem so strange anymore, in comparison to their other classmates.

An older man approached them, a prettyboy with brown flawless hair, and he greeted them. " Hello! I'm your teacher, Protettore Rousseau! You two are the transfer students, correct? Your files say that you come from far away, you both speak English I hope?" Rodrigo nodded and Protettore clapped his hands, " Great! Ven texted me and said that he gave you guys the tour! This will be your math class, but I guarantee that it won't be like any that you've had before, ahaha. Please take your seats, any seats you want! Class will begin soon, so please get yourselves situated." He left them to return to the front of his class, only to pull out his phone and begin texting someone.

Rodrigo felt really confused. Were all highschools like this? This laid back? He looked back to the class to try to find an empty seat, and the only two available were one by a meek blonde kid with his nose in his notebook, drawing some kind of cartoons -- sudden flashbacks to his anime filled room, Rodrigo shook them off -- and one by the kid from earlier, with the horns. " Wow, we're spoiled for choice...." He said sarcastically.[/center]