Jessi looked up once a girl, about his age, flopped into a seat in front of him. She had this air about her that clearly said "I don't care about anything". It was when another girl came up and sat next to the blond and spoke to Jessi, that he became taken back. Jessi politely shook the strange woman's hand. It was of no surprise, to Jessi, that the first person to talk to him at his new school was one of the stranger ones. Jessi honestly thought as some point in his life that he was a magnet for strange people. "It's nice to know that I have the option of weather or not I get bitten." Jessi joked back at the teen. She looked older then himself, maybe by a year or two. She had red hair and most likely stood a little taller then him self. She was attractive, someone he would ask to model for him, but he wasn't attracted to her, just like many other people he would have model for him if he could. Jessi looked back down at his note book only to see the image he had been drawing. It was New York, Jessi had to admit that he really wanted to move to this city after finishing school. Possibly start of his photography career there, or even get into Yale, it was very difficult dream to complete. He decided right then that he would need a tutor for math.