“I never said I was intimidating.” Jocelyn growled out quietly, shooting a glare for what felt like the hundredth time that day. She was used to people rubbing her the wrong way, but the problem was, he actually didn’t really bother her. When other people spoke, she could hear her spine wanting to cringe at the sound of their voices, and her mind automatically shutting off any words that left their mouth. She would be annoyed instantly, and did not bother hiding it from them, but with Tora it wasn’t quite that way. His voice didn’t grate on her nerves, and it didn’t hurt her ears the way most people did. It had been a constant complaint ever since she was a small child. Most sounds affected her negatively, either by causing a headache, or making her inner ear throb in agony. When she was smaller she’d been prone to ear aches constantly, and the doctors had told her aunt she would eventually grow out of it, along with her sensitive hearing, but she had yet to hit the age where they were no longer a nuisance. She’d opted out of physical education to avoid the sound of the coach’s whistle, because each time it sounded she would have a migraine immediately after. The bell too was bothersome, but most teachers kept their doors shut, which kept the sound down to a more tolerable level. 

Jocelyn was perfectly content to sit around and daydream, especially when the alternative meant dealing with her partner, who to her dismay, did not annoy her as much as she tried to let on. She couldn’t even say the same thing about Tony, and he was considered her best friend. However, he had other plans for her, and she was pulled back to the class. Turning her head to glare back at her unwanted partner, Jocelyn turned her nose up at his work before returning her attention back to her side of the table. “Who said that I wanted to work with you? I do better on my own, thank you very much.” She hadn’t even taken notice that their teacher had given them something to work on, and she was absolutely clueless what they were supposed to be doing, and honestly didn’t even care. 

She wanted to ignore the boy sitting next to her, but his constant movements continued to draw the attention of her eyes which would dart off to the side to watch what he was doing. Unfortunately for her, she was stuck waiting for him to finish up since the teacher only supplied them with enough materials for them to work in pairs. Jocelyn would have continued to daydream until her partner finished up his experiment so that she could do her own, but as the teacher began to circle around the class, he made a point of stopping by her table. Knuckles tapped lightly on the surface directly in front of her, and she was forced to stare up at her teacher. “Miss Turner, do you plan on helping your partner out?” She shrugged in response, her arms folding across the top of the table. “Not really. I thought I’d sit here and look pretty since he stated I’d just slow him down. Wouldn’t want to get in his way.” 

“Get to work, Miss Turner.” He barked out, strolling away from the table to move on to the next one. Huffing, Jocelyn snatched the beaker away from her partner and growling softly under her breath. “Give me that, and just sit there and be quiet. I don’t need you slowing me down.” Carefully she began to mix things together, watching the reaction with a look of utter boredom. Setting the beaker down she leaned over to grab a pen and her notebook from within the confines of her backpack, dropping them both down on the surface of the table. Opening up to the first blank page that she could find, she scribbled down the reaction in with furious strokes of her pen before turning to the boy sitting beside her. “Did you get that, or do you need me to hold your hand and explain it all to you?”