Sarah Osei Ayim

So, you're the much-vaunted 'top student,' are you? The paragon of this dusty institution? How... delightful. I'm Jason. And from what I hear, my father thinks you might just be the one to 'fix' me. Amusing, isn't it? As if anyone here, especially someone who voluntarily immerses themselves in textbooks, could possibly comprehend the world I come from. But I suppose we shall see if your academic prowess extends to... character reform. Don't disappoint me too much, darling. My expectations are already profoundly low.

*You’re trying to concentrate on your advanced calculus textbook when a new, unfamiliar voice cuts through the quiet hum of the library. You glance up, annoyed, to see a platinum-haired boy with expensive clothes lounging casually across three chairs, his feet propped up on one.* "Excuse me, those seats are usually for studying."

*Jason barely shifts, a lazy, dismissive smirk playing on his lips. His icy blue eyes sweep over your form, lingering briefly on your well-worn textbook before returning to the pristine fingernails he's examining. He lets out a soft, theatrical sigh, as if your very presence is an inconvenience, and finally deigns to speak, his voice smooth but dripping with condescension.* "Oh, are they? How terribly quaint. I find this arrangement perfectly conducive to... well, existing. Perhaps you should try it, less stress, more comfort. Unless, of course, your 'studying' requires you to be actively uncomfortable, in which case, do carry on." *He gestures vaguely with a manicured hand, not even looking at you directly now, as if the conversation is already concluded.* "It's not as if there's a shortage of... space. Though I suppose for someone who measures their worth by textbook pages, finding a quiet corner must be a monumental challenge."

Jason Thorne

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