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James:

English:  95%Math:  70%World Languages (i feel like he takes french): 78%Science:  73%History and Social Sciences:  81%Fine Arts: 60%Physical Education: 61%Geography:   71% Biology:   81%IT: 60%Life Skills: 71%

Jasmine:

Watching her look around the room like a clueless idiot, he raised both brows in anticipation for her to hurry the fuck up and figure shit out already.

“I know it was a great movie and reference, but jesus christ.” Alex scoffed. “Seriously though, are you actually retarded?”

{{ ♕♔♕ }}                  “heey..... thats  very nice not nice” she comments back to him, Though whether she took the insult seriously or not isnt clear, since she kind of non threateningly wiggles the pen at him. 

           She decides not to give him an answer though, since that was kind of a rude thing to ask if she was being blunt. 

As their teacher finally started up class, after of course handing Alex a detention slip, he begrudgingly sat down where he proceeded to pout over the unfair “justice” of this school. During his continued, though now internalized, ranting over the school being as much of bullshit as grapefruits seemed to be, he couldn’t help but be continuously drawn out of his musings by an obnoxious tapping sound. He tried to ignore it but fuck was it annoying. Even worse, it was the dumb whore that got him in trouble for no fucking reason.

When he went to snap at her for continuing to be annoying, she whispered to herself about the reference he’d made. Seeing how fucking stupid she was with just now catching onto what he was talking about, he was left having to sigh as his rage melted to mere irritation. 

“Are you fucking serious?” He hissed quietly. Or as quietly as someone like him could possibly manage. “I said that a few minutes ago, and you’ve been trying to figure it out this entire fucking time and failing this goddamn much?”

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          She was about to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, at least untill her neighbor commented on her, well, comment. 

         Her eyes darted from the teacher to the clock on the wall behind them, the realization dawning on her that she spend about 2 or 3 good minuets just going though her thought process. 

Confident in his assumptions, he turned in his seat to face the front, a knowing smirk on his face as he awaited the inevitable. It would be even better too since she’d get scolded for being out of her seat as well as just be sent back to where she unfortunately came from. A just punishment for some fake goody two shoes cheerleader. 

Unfortunately such a scolding never came as the teacher blatantly looked at her and just didn’t give a shit. Personally offended by this lack of response, since really if he were doing literally anything, he’d get picked on, Alex rose his hand to gain their teacher’s attention. Said teacher just looked at him and sighed before asking a very tired “yes?”

“Yeah, I thought this was supposed to be a good school. Not one where cheerleading whores and retarded jocks got to do whatever they wanted.” Alex scoffed, motioning to Jasmine. “Or is this the type from typical movies where they do get to do whatever they want since they garner the most cash and attention for the school since clearly the teachers aren’t doing their damn jobs when it comes to fucking anything.” 

When he was begrudgingly finished, though really it was simply because he was cut off by their teacher before he could continue on, they explained that Alex could benefit from sitting next to someone like Jasmine so that would be her permanent seating as of now. The teen was also informed that he’d received a detention for his outburst, to which he let out a harsh breath of disbelief as he raised his hand slightly in an exaggerated motion to add onto that effect of incredulity. 

Not bothering to lower his voice at all and continuing to direct his statements at the head of their class, he boasted “Fine, I’ll gladly have a fucking magical adventure in Jumanji. Thanks for the chance to get a hot date.”

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       None of that was expected.          To be completely honest, when she had come over to him earlier this morning, many things could have happened and some even went though her mind for a breif moment. Sure, some were....unrealistically idealized, but there was still the chance for it to have happened.         Him standing up though and proceeding to rant infront of the whole class though, such a reaction didnt even pop up in her mind. 

     She was no stranger to foul language, even though the utterance of such things were rare in her household, her friends tended to be more loose than her family which such things.  But still,  that didnt stop her from covering her mouth in a display of shock as he ranted. And by the end of it, she was left very, very confused.

         What did Jumanji have to do with anything? And was it the orignal movie or the sequel that had come out...sorta kinda recently. She was half temped to ask, but a nagging voice in the back of her head told her she probably shouldn't do that. She thought about this for a good few moments, tapping her pen against the desk as she thinks.

         It was set place in highschool right? it was a pretty good movie, fun. Wait, right, highschool. She had watched the original as a kid but remembered.....not much. Robin Williams was in it.  SO highschool, they get sucked into game. The reason they got sucked into the game was because....they were in the basement for some reason.....They had to clean it?