"Bitter foods?" Flick raised her gaze, light green eyes searching the dark haired boy's. Well it was an answer that she hadn't expected to say the least, which just intrigued her more. Writing down what he'd said, she chewed on the tip of her pen before looking up once more. However, at his question, she felt her eyes widen and mouth drop open ever so slightly. A cold tingle ran down her spine as she thought of that... time, again. Shuddering to try and shake off the the uneasy feeling that swept over her, Flick went to answer.

She was actually going to tell the truth before something twisted inside of her stomach, something which was screaming at her. Lie! "N-no.. Never." The words came out somewhat mumbled and a little shaky sounding, but at least they were recognisable. Flick knew that she currently, probably looked a bit of a sight. The colour had drained from her face, her hands trembled. Obviously, news travelled fast in the school and obviously, this boy was more of a gossip than she'd originally taken him for. That's the only reason she could put behind his question, although, explaining the uneasy feeling he gave her might take longer to figure out.

"What kind of music do you like?" Flick asked the question to try and divert the attention away from his own. The last thing she needed was a full blown conversation on the shooting.

Asher slid into the seat next to Jackie, putting his arm over the back of her chair so casually that one might think they'd known each other for years rather than mere minutes. He grinned at her, a lazily triumphant, almost bored expression, as she greeted him with a playful insult. "So you admit it; I am badass and sexy," he shot back, pulling his free hand absently through his golden hair.

He couldn't help but rolled his eyes at her question. He had had enough experience with the female sex to know that when a girl asked a question with such an obvious answer, it meant one of two things; either they weren't quite sure what to say in his handsome, ever-so-striking presence, or they just needed an excuse to talk to him. What's the homework? Do you have a pencil? Or, in this case, did the teacher partner you with me? The boy almost clucked in his disappointment. Clearly, this Jackie was no different than the rest of them.

“No, I just decided to waltz into this class and harass you some more,” Asher finally replied, his words coated with sarcasm. He was about to say more, but Mrs. Young’s shrill voice cut through the classroom. Mild surprise flashed across his expression, before he reverted back to his standard I’m-amazing-and-I-know-it smirk. Well, it appeared that he had no choice but to get to know this Jackie.

“Well, why don’t I go first?” He leaned over Jackie and ripped a sheet of paper from her notebook, took out a pen, and wrote her name on the top of the paper with surprisingly neat handwriting. Without waiting for a response, he continued with utmost seriousness, “What do you find attractive in a guy?”

He fixed her with his flinty blue gaze for a moment, before cracking a wily grin. “Asides from stunning blue eyes, messy blonde hair and a winning smile, of course.”

Flick felt herself blush slightly. She'd let herself get muddled trying to divert his attention and obviously he seemed to have noticed. How stupid was she? That bad feeling was still residing in the pit of her stomach and she tried to ignore the smirk on his face. There was something now, that looked almost familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She studied his face, taking in the red eyes and pale complexion once more. And, just as she was about to grab the answer out of thin air, it was whisked away from her again as he spoke.

"You don't listen to music?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Flick was honestly starting to regret picking this boy as a partner, although funnily enough there was still something very intriging about him. She found herself scared to find out more about him, but wanting to at the same time. Felicity didn't actually notice his quietness, because she was lost in her own thoughts, her own internal battle of what to do.

When he spoke again, she glanced upwards, completely suprised that he liked classical music. She'd expected his answer to be rock, heavy metal or something along those lines. Scribbling down his answer, she chewed on her pen thoughtfully for a minute before catching his gaze once more. At his question, she nodded in response before taking a second to think about her answers.
"Probably brown.. And tea, definately." She smiled as she told him the last part, having always had a soft spot for a good cup of tea.
"My turn?" Flick asked, pen poised to write. "Why do you like classical music?"

When the guy slid into the seat next to her, casually slipping his arm behind her shoulder, Jackie stiffened slightly at the mere action. Cocky much? Oh god, she didn't admit anything. The very sound of his voice was beginning to grow irritating the more he spoke. There is so much narcissism the girl could take, including her own. When she had asked him that question whether the teacher assigned him to her, in truth she just wanted to know if Mrs. Young very clearly noticed Jackie's partnerless presence. She hoped not, but it turned against her.

“No, I just decided to waltz into this class and harass you some more,”

"--Right, state the obvious why don't ya'," Jackie murmured before Mrs. Young began bellowing directions across the classroom. Ah, sarcasm, what a lovely aspect of a person. Once the directions were stated, he turned to Jackie and quickly went on with the activity.

“Well, why don’t I go first?”

Jackie was about to say something in retort to him going first but when he leaned over, she was greeted with his cologne, and the girl couldn't help but smirk to herself at the way his scent was making her react. She didn't watch him write, she watched his features, strictly studying them.

“What do you find attractive in a guy?” He had asked this to mess with her, hadn't he? Jackie chuckled while settling her elbow on the desk and leaning her cheek in her palm.

“Asides from stunning blue eyes, messy blond hair and a winning smile, of course.” He added quickly.

"Tsk," Jackie snapped her fingers in feigned disappointment, "I was just about to say that," A grin danced over her lips and she continued, "Courage, strength, compassion, loyalty, romance, humor, athleticism; I can go on forever," She continued on with the truth, then readied her pen to the paper and turned to ask him.

"And what about you? I mean, attractive in a girl that is?"