Jay's summer hadn't really been eventful. He'd watched countless programs on the Smithsonian Channel, beat a few video games, and read many novels. Actually, he really hadn't been outside much the entire time except to buy groceries or any other necessities. Even though he'd broken up with Nicole back before school let out, he was still heartbroken and had been, in simpler terms, a recluse. On the morning of his first day returning to Heathglen Academy, Jason had woken up considerably early due to a certain little feline he shared his apartment with. The loud, high-pitched mewling of George had jolted him awake with a groan.
"Damn it, George..." he muttered, sitting up and knocking the scrawny cat off of his chest and into his lap. Purring as if self-content, the cat curled up in Jay's lap, only to be knocked off on to the bed when the man started to stand up. "Sorry, buddy...work today." Dragging his feet against the carpet, Jay made his way to the bathroom. If the cat hadn't woken Jay up enough, then the shock he received from gripping the doorknob certainly did. With another groan, he entered the bathroom and made for the shower.
After showering, Jay felt much more awake. In fact, he was almost able to notice George before tripping over the cat and falling down on the floor of his bedroom. With a loud caterwaul, the feline sprang up and dashed for the door and out of sight. Jason slowly picked himself up and then grabbed at his glasses on the nightstand where he usually left them. With them on, things seemed a bit clearer as he hurriedly pulled on a white dress shirt, blue tie, and brown pinstripe suit. To finish off the outfit, he grabbed a pair of weathered brown dress shoes and slid them on to his feet.
Dressed and much more awake, he entered the kitchen, dodging the cat that had set itself down in the pathway, and grabbed a pack of Poptarts. They were some sort of chocolate flavor, due to the fact that he really wasn't a fan of the normal strawberry or cherry flavored ones. With them in hand, he grabbed the keys to his car and made for the door, locking it behind him.
In the parking lot of the apartment building, Jason unlocked and entered his silver Prius. Once inside, he popped open the package of of Poptarts and broke off a piece to shove in his mouth. As he drove off, Jay quickly ate his breakfast, stopping to break off another piece of Poptart at each traffic light or stop sign. Eventually, he made it at the school and parked his car somewhere near the front of the school. Though the package was empty, his fingers were covered in the icing from the inside of the pastry.
Signing dramatically, he licked his fingers clean and started toward the door of the school, pushing his way through the crowd of students with grunts of "'scuse me" and "pardon". Finally, he was inside and his fingers were icing-free. A sigh, of relief this time, passed through his lips as he looked around the from hall. It was wonderful to be back. Jay followed the path to the teacher's lounge and slipped in, not even realizing at first that he wasn't alone.
"Oh, jeez, hey," he said, jumping slightly as he noticed Fran. He flashed a quick smile at her and walked toward the coffee pot that was in the kitchen area. "How are you, Fran?"