[center][h3][color=springgreen]Jeremiah Howard Tomers[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location: [/u][/b]Campus>First Class
[b][u]Interacting With: [/u][/b]Clarissa Price [@GoddessSophia], Skye Woodsen, Stella McGuire [@HushedWhispers][/center][hr][hr]Jay was still trying to gather himself. He didn’t mean to bump into anyone, but he did and the initial feeling wasn’t a pleasant one. He slightly got the wind kicked out of him, so he was trying to do all that he could just to get control of his senses. That wouldn’t take long, but when Jay would apologize to the person he bumped into, he noticed that the person was the last person in the entire academy that Jay wanted to see/talk to, let alone bump into.

[color=springgreen]”Y-Yes, I am, but I prefer Jay, if you don’t mind,”[/color] Jay said, stating he preferred to be called Jay and not Jeremiah. 

What nerve he must have had though?  There he was, being eyed by Skye as if the latter were a predator and Jay were his prey. Jay noticed that his right thumb and index finger were on his chin as if trying to get a good look at him -  examine him. Jay couldn’t do anything but stand there, waiting for some situation to arise where he could get away from him.

It wasn’t like Jay was deathly afraid of Skye, but he’s heard the rumors. He’s heard that the Son of Aphrodite was a bit overprotective over his sister, and Jay was the guy who had gotten pretty close with that very sister. What else was Jay to feel aside from uneasiness and a large hint of fear?  He didn’t know if Skye was going to attack him right then and there or do something far worse. He didn’t know if Skye would plot to kill him later down the road or do right at the very moment. Every possible thought was going through Jay’s mind - none of them good.

And then he stopped in front of Jay. The latter was sweating bullets inside. Skye would ask the dreaded question and Jay looked up, meadow green eyes filled with anxiety, [color=springgreen]“It’s just as you said,”[/color] Jay said, his voice teetering a bit in clearness. 

In-between his response, there was a silence from Jay. He was pondering his next sequence of words. He wanted to make sure he did not say the wrong thing or the right thing in the right way. He had no idea of knowing how Skye would react to it(if he would at all). He had no idea of knowing that words of stating how he cared for Clarissa would help or hurt his impression of himself to Skye. There was no way of telling if Skye would back off slightly if he stated he cared for Clarissa a lot and wouldn’t let anything happen to her or if that would make Skye push even further with his interrogation, because, despite what it appeared to most, this was as anxiety-filled as any interrogation Jay has seen on cop shows.

When Jay took a deep breath, he looked Skye directly in the eyes. He kept that for a moment or two until  his mouth formed words and his voice matched to boot,   [color=springgreen]“I care for Clarissa a lot. I--”[/color] Just as Jay was going to complete what he was going to say, he noticed Clarissa stepping in-between the two of them, sort of like how Jay did for Clarissa when Stella was confronting her.

As she had pleaded her brother to be nice to him, a look of relief came over his face. Jay was about to say something that would have most likely gotten him in even deeper waters with Skye than he already was. 

[color=springgreen]“It’s alright.” [/color]Jay said, smiling gently at Clarissa, [color=springgreen]“I’m late for my first class anyways. Nice meeting you, Skye,”[/color] Jay said nervously, but his eyes fell to his sister, [color=springgreen]“I’ll see you later, Clarissa,”[/color] Jay said, getting up. As he dusted himself off and grabbed his shoulder bag, Jay gave a wave goodbye to Clarissa as he headed off to the direction of his first class.

It was probably five or so minutes of on-and-off again sprint-to-jog running that Jay did to get to his first class. He knew he was late, but based on the dwindling numbers of the students out and about, Jay knew he was running later than preferred. 

[color=springgreen][I]I’m so late.[/I] [/color]

Jay turned corners, ran down hallways, and just five minutes more of doing that, he came to where his first class was being held: Physical Training. 

When Jay entered the building, he noticed desks. [color=springgreen]“Well this is odd,”[/color] Jay commented lowly, but the echo of building probably hinted his arrival to the other students. 

He looked around to find a suitable desk and as he looked to the left, he saw one Stella McGuire - the person that Jay [I]didn‘t [/I] want to see; though, the same could be said for Skye too. Should Jay just make the effort to smooth things over with her as well or evade her for as long as possible? Swallowing a anxiety-filled dose of saliva, Jay chose to the former category. 

Deciding to be the bigger man or whatever, Jay took a seat next to Stella, trying to avoid as much as  eye contact as humanly possible. When Jay would look over at Stella, something came over him. There was a look of nervousness, but also one that had a slight apologetic feeling to him.  Sighing, Jay would speak, [color=springgreen]“funny seeing desks in here..”[/color] Jay said awkwardly, trying his hardest to kind of break the ice between the two of them. Perhaps it was too early for that to happen. Maybe what Jay just did made things even worse. 

[color=springgreen][I]Mother, I hope this was the right thing to do.[/I][/color]