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Fayte had paused, his smile vanishing as the other boy spoke sharply to him. When a moment had passed, Jordan lifted his sceduale and shook his head. "No, right room number." He settled a bit deeper into the seat, suddenly uncomfortable. Here he was, in a class with a bunch of girls, and had choosen a fag to talk to.

"It states cosmetology on my paper. Regardless, guess it means I gotta go through this one class." Realizing he was talking aloud, Fayte glanced over the the male again, "No offense." He hesitated once more, holding out his hand, "Jordan. Jordan Fayte. Call me Fayte. Uh, nice to meet you." His eyes refused to meet the other boy's, though, resenting the hostility and obvious sexual preferance of the male.