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His joke seemed to have confused Bea- she looked lost and distraught at his apparent betrayal as she fished a tatty flip phone out of her skirt pocket and held it out to him. He made a mental note not to to shoot out too many sarcastic jokes- maybe at her height everything went over her head. Her outstretched hand was quivering like a trapped mouse, nervous at what must have seemed to her to be some kind of backalley shakedown. He had to admit, this was the first time Jords had accidentally bullied someone, and he scrambled to fix his mistake.

[color=#8c5bff]"Just joking... What makes you think I don’t like you? I’ve only been talking to you for five minutes and it’s not like you’ve been a dick. I’m not about to turn around and ditch you as soon as I see another person walk in."[/color]

Maybe that was laying it on a bit thick- after all, he hadn’t yet seen any girls hot enough to be worth abandoning Bea, but that didn’t mean he’d put his life on the promise. But a small part of him wanted to stay close to the shorter girl. Yes, she was a little quirky, but there was something about her that made Jords a little reluctant to let go.

A relieved look came over Bea’s face at his explanation, before her cheeks reddened at the kind-of compliment. She flopped a few idle strands of her bushy hair over her eyes like a small child playing at hide and seek- like if she couldn’t see him then Jords wouldn’t see her rosy cheeks.
His first day wasn’t going in the way he had anticipated. At this point he’d expected to be sharing an illicit smoke with some jocks in the car park while wagging first spell, not blundering through conversation with an awkward midget. But hey, new school new Jordan.

[color=E0633C]"I'm a bit... strange.  I sometimes say the wrong thing.  Or I accidentally say something mean.  So, I think I make a lot of people uncomfortable.  And being friends with me might hurt your chances to find other friends.  Maybe."[/color]

[color=#8c5bff]‘You don’t seem too bad to me. Yeah I can see the strangeness, but who isn’t a little quirky? And I’m sure just being friends with ‘the strange girl’ won’t make me a reject. And if it does, it is what it is I suppose.’[/color]

She sighed and rested her head on her hands, gazing at him for the back of her chair with a cool, almost bored look.

[color=E0633C]"But I'd be glad to be friends with you.  If it turns out you don't like me just say so.  It won't hurt me."[/color]

He resisted the urge for another sarcastic joke and smiled at her instead. Safer than risking confusing her again with another quip. She seemed to be still thinking over his previous line and tapped on her lips with an index finger.

[color=E0633C]"Where are you from?  You speak funny."[/color]

[color=#8c5bff]‘Funny, eh? The disrespect from you colonists! The english motherland, of course! Rule Britannia and all that, eh old chap?’[/color] He goofed, putting on an over-the-top chummy guvna accent to complete his performance before dropping back into his normal light-hearted tones.

[color=#8c5bff]‘Hopped the pond last Friday. Unfortunately I couldn’t get out of the first few weeks just cause we moved, so now I’m here on the first day. Speaking of my first day, any more tips for the newbie? And speaking of making friends- not that I’m dropping you or anything- but are there any of your mates that you think would hang out with my type?’[/color] He said, before leaning forward to  whisper conspiratorially in Bea’s ear.
[color=#8c5bff]‘Everyone here look a little too preppy for me,’[/color] he said, glancing over at a girl at the front with immaculate uniform and movie-nerd thick frames who was organizing a pile of notes.

[color=#8c5bff]‘Got any jocks? Burnouts? Maybe the kind that sneak smokes in the car park. Or the kind that shove nerds into lockers, that’s always a laugh.’[/color]