Science class. Jax scurried in between corridors, his Nike air max shoes screeching against the polished floor as he grabbed walls corners jogging up the stairs, to reach the classroom, science class, science class, science class he repeated to himself. He's late.Again. He's already got scolded many times before, and his teacher said that next time she feels like it when he's late, he's gonna get suspended. Now here he is, dressed in the first pair of baggy jeans he found on the floor when he got up late this morning and a random grey hoodie, a few strands of hair falling on his forehead, fugitives of his rushed hair gelling, his bike keys chiming in his hand as he sprinted in the school trying to find science class, his tall figure running like a cartoon character around the corridors, his backpack jumping with him as his eyes darted to the classroom doors trying to find the right one. "Science cla-oh fuck-" Before he realized it, he bumped into you. Hard, he groaned low under his breath rubbing his chest where you slammed so hard. He sent you flying off to the floor, your ass hitting the floor as he came into to a halt in his steps, lowering his eyes from the science class door to stare at you with your books sprawled around.