Jordan was engrossed with his phone. Staring down at the device as he was currently in the process of flicking through his digital notepad looking at all the gossip that he had collected over the week. His little network of snitches and informants had gathered some nice little bits of info… Enough to start writing about at least.
Earlier in the week he had discovered that he had been out in charge of a gossip column of the school paper. An attempt by Henderson to try and keep the school paper relevant. The opportunity was far too good to pass up. Being allowed to gossip to his hearts content, and not get in trouble. Of course his identity had been kept hidden. Didn't want to have to bear the consequences of his actions. That's just bad journalism.
He was pulled from his daydreaming fantasy of total control of the school by the voice of Alex. Jordan wasn't stupid. He noticed the snicker. Who did Alex think he was? Snickering at Jordan. His photos wouldn't be half as good without Jordan gracing them. Still. He had to at least entertain the idea of responding back.
"Oh you know it is the norm. Just looking around, cross referencing information. Fun stuff."
Jordan was just about to speak once more and try and probe Alex with a few questions regarding his mood. Perhaps he was snickering from a bad mood rather than just being with Jordan. However he was brutally and savagely interrupted by the Brutus Maximilllous Arseholius Ricky. Jordan furrowed his brow in both annoyance and frustration. He wasn't even acknowledged. Not even a mention, stare or nod. Jordan knew the male disliked him, going as far as to public threaten him on twitter, which constituted as evidence by the way?
Fine. If that was the way Pricky Ricky was going to play then, Jordan could do the same to. Getting up from the stump he began to walk away before making a snide comment "Talk to him while still can. He will be going to prison soon enough." Before anyone could even shoot back a proper rebuttal, Jordan had left the scene. His eyes now began to wander. As they wandered he noticed the new guy Hendrik hitting by the bonfire and having a drink.
Perfect. Jordan thought. Hendrik was new and that meant he could make friends before anyone else got near him. He would finally have his senior spy. Someone to keep an eye on Melissa and the Bitches. Walking up towards the male confidently, Jordan sat down next to the bonfire, right next to Hendrik.
"Hey you are the new guy right? Transferred from some place?"
Hendrik was just chilling at the bonfire, sort of trying to mingle with the other students who had recently arrived at the bonfire. Even if he was the odd one out, it would not hold him from speaking up if he felt like it. After a few minutes had passed, Hendrik seemed to notice a slightly younger male approach him. This felt sort of odd, why would someone approach him like that.
“I most certainly am, and most certainly did transfer in from some place. I used to live a few states south of here. In a small town. However please call me Hendrik, new guy gets old after a week. Good to meet you.”
Hendrik would sort of hold out his hand so Jordan could shake it and Jordan very quickly accepted it. A handshake at a lakeside party though… Very formal.
"Well I am Jordan. Tell me a little about yourself? What sort of things do you like and what kind of life do you want here at Rosefell?" Every word Jordan spoke was just purely pandering. For all intents and purposes he looked engaged and as if he was listening, but in reality he was just talking to get Hendrik on side.
Hendrik was slightly smiling, it was slim and sort of hard to see, but it was there. He let out a slight chuckle at the speed with which Jordan shook his hand.
”I like sport, or physical activity in any kind and money. I honestly hope to find someone with at least a little athletic capability, who can challenge me in any kind of sports. Furthermore I just want to graduate and move on with my life. What about you? You strike me as a less.. Physically active person”
"Physically active?" Jordan scoffed in amusement. So another jock. The school didn't need another one of those. Henderson was already bending over to accommodate the current set. He didn't need another leech feeding off drama funds. "If that is the kinda thing you are looking for… Rosefell may disappoint you. But no. I am a drama person myself. But if a hobbyist writer too given my parents. My speciality around here is information. I know everything about everyone. Even the things they don't want me to know. Just bear that in mind" The final mark was both a boast and a threat rolled into one. A kind of; I am the best kind of friend to have, worst kind of enemy to have vibe.
Hendrik just gave a slight nod.
”Mmmh. I understand, so just out of curiosity. Is this the first bit of information gathering on me then? And have you had people actually interested in the new guy. Cause lets be honest, you’re probably the only one knowing my name” Hendrik had this kind of pokerface, with a faint glimmer in the eyes. Perhaps from the bonfire nearby.
"Bit to early to try gathering information yet." Jordan replied, brushing his hand through his hair. "Besides, everyone always wants to know about the new guy. I thought I would you know, come and say hello before you know, people started talking about me. You know what jealous girls can be like."
”Pft.. Jealous girls keeping you away from me? I’ll take that as a compliment myself. And so far you seem like a good guy. People talking about others doesn’t really bother me, I’ll make up my own mind without really caring what others say. Courtesy of wanting to go on yourself early.”
"You say that, but you have no idea what Rosefell can be like. Reputation matters here, and knowledge is power. Speaking of which, if you ever come across any information that might be viewed as 'juicy' or 'gossip' do let me know. Working for me can have its perks you know." Jordan chimed with a bright, perfectly orchestrated smile. If you didn't know he was an actor, you could have been fooled into thinking he was an innocent schoolboy.
”To get something from me means you’ll have to offer something yourself. I’m busy enough with my own work as it is, so don’t expect anything for free. “
Jordan visibly scoffed at his words. Well, this was new. Someone asking for payment. In all his years that he had done work like this, he hadn't even been asked. Working for Jordan was supposed to be its own reward.