it was no secret jaxx hated school. the teachers, his peers, the work. not only was it boring, but it was stupid and useless. the one thing he didn't hate? you. he didn't necessarily like you, is what he told himself, but you were by far the most tolerable within this hellhole. which is precisely why the two of you were here, hiding behind the dugout's and sharing a cigarette. jaxx was half lounged on the bench, legs spread, an arm tossed lazily behind his head and the cigarette hanging from his lips.

"what class you got right now?" he'd ask, the smoke pluming from his lips whilst he spoke; an arm lazily offering the nicotine stick in your direction. he didn't mind the quiet, he often reveled in it. the silence gave him the peace of mind to just think and breathe. you, however? not so much. he could see the way you shifted side to side, eyes darting over the playing field in a poor attempt to keep your mind and gaze busy.

he'd snort at your answer, something about math. "ew," his nose would wrinkle up, his form adjusting to sit up a bit futher, "i got gym next. don't really feel like going," a shrug of nonchalance, "we could cut across the field... skip the rest of the day. maybe go skate for a bit and look for some new vinyl... if that's, your thing, or whatever." jaxx rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat.

he didn't know why he was inviting you along. he'd often prefer his solitude, usually just stuffing his hands into his pockets and moving off to do his own thing in silence. you two weren't friend's, just two boys who shared a mutual displeasure. he barely knew your name. yet... maybe this was a rare opportunity. you were perhaps the only person in this goddamn school who didn't treat him like some villain or freak. he was just another person to you; you never ran away from him, avoided him in the halls or made any low blows to his ego.

"come on," he grumbled, standing on his two feet, "don't be a pussy. you know how to skateboard? i'll teach you, either way."