[center]Henry[/center]

He nodded his head as the music flowed through the speakers of his headset, loud and clear as a bell. [i]Mr. Mr.[/i] by Girl's Generation. Despite considering himself an American, the girls in the band were extremely attractive and listening to them sing made his day. He smiled, big and cocky, and chewed the gum his mother had given him that morning. 

[i]"Maybe this'll keep you from talking back this morning."[/i] She'd told him. He chuckled and walked on with it. Thinking back on it, she was being sort of weird. Why the hell would that even matter? It wasn't like his teachers really hated him. He shrugged and continued on, pushing his hands into his jacket pockets and trudging onwards. 

The only reason he was even willing to go to school was because of the social aspects it held for him. Girls... Bros... Hot teachers... The usual for a 17 year old boy.  He frowned at the thought of having to do schoolwork at least halfway decently to keep that going but it faded when he noticed Liz sitting by the oak tree. With a big grin on his face, he rushed over, pushing down his headset as he did.

[color=salmon]"Liz!!"[/color] He shouted, waving his hands wildly at her, procuring a few glances from those lingering around the outside of the building. Realizing that she probably couldn't hear him, he kept quiet as he run over to her, sliding in next to her. In his head, he thought it must have looked really freaking cool. But in actuality he just looked like he fell on his ass... again. He propped up his head with his arm and looked up at her, his head rather close to her lap. [color=Salmon]"Howdy, Pardner."[/color] He grinned, looking up at his lab partner.