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Bea seemed scandalised by his closeness, clapping a hand over the ear he had spoke into. Her face was hot with embarrassment and her mouth gaped open, astonished at his behaviour. The reaction seemed a little out of proportion- had no one ever whispered at her before? Luckily she had her hands clasped over her face so she didn’t notice him grinning at her response.

Her hands peeped open to show a little of her flushed cheeks and nervous eyes, and she seemed to struggle to form words. She stuttered out a weak apology, seeming to shake with nervousness. 

[color=E0633C]"Uhm...  I'm not used to...  I don't mean..."[/color]

Jords fought the urge to laugh at her delightful confusion as she scrambled to piece a sentence together. He could almost hear the rusty cogs grinding in her head like a poorly-maintained engine. While his attention had flustered girls before, he rarely got such a reaction from just a moment of close proximity.

[color=E0633C]"You smell nice."[/color]

He laughed a little at her unexpected response. So this is what the engine had spat out? 

[color=8c5bff]‘It’s all in the coconut shampoo,’[/color] he teased, winking. She seemed to come to her senses, but her cheeks stayed well red. It sounded like she thought a change of topic would make him forget the moment of bewilderment.

[color=E0633C]"Uhm...  I think the kind of people you might like would be the misfits.  Self-named.  Aptly so.  My best friend since we were babies is one of them.  His name is Jun.  Archer and Marisol are in the back there." [/color]

She talked in short sentences, perhaps trying to avoid stumbling over her words like before. The Misfits, eh? Sounded like some kind of emo band. Jordan wasn’t a big fan of emos, with their tendency of mixing up too much edginess and too much eyeliner, but as he followed her gesture to the back of the classroom the two looked fairly normal. He had noticed their grand entrance a minute ago, exchanging quips with the grumpy Gomez.

[color=E0633C]"Archer is nice.  He tells a lot of jokes, though I don't get most of them.  Uhmm...  I don't think Marisol likes me.  But you might get along well with her."[/color]

Archer looked a bit too stiff to be a ‘Misfit.’ His uniform was neat and tailored to his lean build and he slouched back in his chair with his arms crossed across his chest, giving off a ‘I’m a celebrity, get me out of here,’ vibe. 
Marisol was short and somehow managed to already look bored at the dated literature posters and whitewashed walls of their classroom. She reminded Jordan of that boxer he used to see on TV.. What was her name again? Soleil or something? With the class of people Crowns attracted it wouldn’t have surprised him if they were related.

They were talking quietly between each other as he turned back to Bea. She was looking away from him now, at a tall boy making his way through the maze of desks towards them. Another latecomer. He took a seat in the middle of the class near Bea, and she turned towards him.

[color=E0633C]"Oh hey Johnny.  I didn't know it was you."[/color]

Jordan didn’t blame her for clutching onto the nearest familiar face after their conversation. She still seemed flustered, and she seemed to struggle to form a smile. He smiled at the reference. She didn’t seem like the sort to watch, let alone quote that sort of movie. 
The guy looked interesting with his height and model-like features, and Jords wasn’t exactly surrounded by friends, so he nodded and smiled at the boy. 

[color=8c5bff]‘Hey, I’m Jordan. Are you one of these Misfits I’m hearing about?’[/color]