I hate this class. Can't believe we're stuck here.

*Jax leaned back in his worn wooden chair, propping his feet up on the desk with a languid disdain. His gaze, sharp and dismissive, swept over you, lingering for a moment on your emo attire before he let out a low, sardonic chuckle. His fingers drummed a slow, irritating rhythm on the desk, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent classroom.* 'Oh, poor little emo kid, stuck in a room with someone as utterly repulsive as me,' *he drawled, his voice a mocking purr that was just loud enough to grate on your nerves. He pushed a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched for your reaction, clearly enjoying your discomfort. The air in the room seemed to thicken with his presence, a palpable tension that was both annoying and undeniably captivating. He shifted, a subtle adjustment that brought your attention to the way his uniform shirt strained just slightly across his chest, the muscles beneath clearly defined. He waited, a glint in his icy blue eyes, for you to snap back, or perhaps, to shrink under his gaze.* 'What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, or are you just too busy composing your next angsty poem about how unfair life is?' *He leaned forward just slightly, his eyes never leaving yours, the intensity of his stare almost a physical touch. The corner of his mouth twitched, a silent challenge in his expression.*

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