[CENTER][h1][color=6A5ACD][b]Jason McKinney[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][color=silver]Tuesday, August 21[sup]st[/sup], 2018 - 02:27 pm[/color][/sup][/INDENT] Jonas' response to his first comment made Jason smirk.  It was good to see a teacher that would roll with the punches instead of immediately calling him out for not taking things seriously.  There were very few things in this world that Jason took seriously, and most of the time class was not one of them.  

He listened to the other answers and watched as Jonas wrote down on the board, writing along without complaint.  It wasn't until Jonas suddenly called him out on why he wasn't talked to about taking this class did his head snap up from his notes, staring at the teacher for a few long seconds.  Damn.  Jonas had hit the nail on the head, and Jason had literally nothing to say in return.  He tried to think of something cocky to say, but the sudden shift in Jonas' tone made him rethink it.  He grumbled to himself and kept taking notes, sighing quietly.  He hated being shut up that effectively.

After a moment he put his pen down and closed his notebook, zoning out for a moment.  He found himself staring at the passcard on the desk, and out of curiosity he picked it up.
The moment his fingers touched it, his eyes widened.  The usual [i]zing[/i] he got whenever he handled electronics wasn't there. 
 Curiously he picked up the card and turned it over in his hand, as if he were analyzing it.  No matter what he tried, he couldn't detect a single piece of electronics inside.  That little card had suddenly held his attention better than Jonas could, and he zoned out completely.

He stared at the card, flipping it over in his hand as he tried to figure out what the hell it could have possibly gone to. 
 He didn't remember seeing a card reader on the Loft's door, in fact he couldn't remember seeing a card reader that would take this specific card anywhere in the school.  It didn't make sense.

It also dawned on him that Jonas had used the word 'gift' when referring to the class.  He quickly cut off his power, tucking the card away in his pocket before anyone noticed that he was all but glaring at the little piece of plastic.

He decided to ask about it after class, his head turning as he suddenly heard someone mention 'funny man'.  That caught his attention, pulling his eyes away from the card to look at the one who called him over.  Surprisingly enough, it was Aiden.  He never would have assumed that the jock would ever want anything to do with him, much less be in a group together.  He did, however, notice that he called over Anne as well, which was for the best considering that Jason was going to try and be in her group anyways.

He grabbed his things and his chair, moving over to the slowly forming group.  Being called 'funny man' brought to mind all sorts of quotes from the Boondock Saints, but he figured reciting them within earshot of the teacher probably wasn't the best idea. 
[color=6A5ACD]"So, what're we planning over here?"[/color] he asked, taking a seat before putting the translation sheet down in front of him.  The language wasn't familiar to him, though he'd dabbled in trying to learn Gaelic a few years back.  He could memorize the most useless shit from movies and TV, but when it came to something useful like a foreign language his mind was useless.  Even his attempt to learn Elvish or Klingon ended in failure.  Saying he was a 'nerd' was a bit of an understatement.  Though, he kept that side of him to himself, no need to paint a target on his back during school.