[h3][colour=orange][center] Kieren [/center][/colour][/h3]
Kieren watched Sheila talking and found himself frowning. She wasn't like the others in the room, she seemed on edge and calculating. She wasn't so sure of herself like some he had seen around the room flirting and writing on the board. His bluntness had done its intended job and she had become almost patronizing with the way she drawled through the sentence, but her eyes showed a flicker of uncertainty. He wondered whether he should keep up the talk about murder to scare her away, when she mentioned racing and caught his attention.

He heard her name and the nicknames and shook his head, taking her hand, "No, we don't shake hands; we fistbump and perform a synchronized hand-shake routine," he paused allowing himself to smirk and shake her hand, "I'm Kieren. Call me anything else and it'll be a different kind of handshake next time, shithead." He drew his hand away and looked across to the teacher ([@LadyinInk]). She had her head down and was droning on about tides, completely blind to the class. He glanced to the door, which was propped open slightly. He could make a run for it. Ms Rancine wasn't paying any attention at all to the rest of the class, it was possible that she was trying to drown out the chatter and push through the lesson as quickly as possible. It would be easy to sneak past her. That was, until two more students walked in.([@Xandrya][@KatherinWinter]) They made the idea of running out of the room impossible due to the fact that they would almost definitely draw the teacher's attention. Fucking pity.

Instead, Kieren looked back to Sheila. "So you're in here for racing? Ever raced a motorbike?" he asked, keeping his voice low.
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