[u][b]Maxwell Thomas[/b][/u]
[i]morning
cafeteria[/i]

It had been an early morning as usual for Maxwell, who'd gotten up to jog his daily mile before breakfast.  The track was mostly clear, just a few other early-morning joggers, not enough to be considered a crowd.  That was fine with Maxwell, who didn't care to talk much until he'd gotten his mile done.  Then it was back to the dorms for a shower and to get ready for the day.

In the cafeteria Max looked around for folks he knew.  His gaze landed on Jason Pierce, the so-called "delinquent", but actually a pretty nice guy.  Maxwell threaded his way across the room to Jason's table and slid into an open seat.  Two others were there, apparently having a conversation about a breakup, so Max politely focused on his friend.

"Jason, how's it going?  ...Is that mashed potato on your collar?  What happened this time?"  Maxwell hoped it wasn't another fight.  The two had met when Jason was in a fight.  Max had tried to intervene, but ended up making things worse and needing protecting himself.