Sam
"It'll be your shirts turning pink, not mine." She watched Arthur look her over and she frowned. "Don't even comment on the pants, if you were a thousand pounds you'd be wearing sweats too." Though she was completely serious, her voice came out nicer than before. Mood swings, they're a bitch. He began to walk towards the door and she followed him, grabbing her hard black and red wallet on the way out. It was pretty much the only thing she carried with her, since her phone went in her back pocket and she didn't like carrying around purses. "Um, yeah. Unless you have a death wish." Sam was possibly the worst driver in the world. Probably because she was too impatient, and she wasn't able to pay attention to the road.
When they arrived, she immediately regretted her small fit this morning. It looked like they were almost the last ones to come in. Trying not to look at anyone, so she wouldn't be accused of staring or anything silly like that, she moved towards a seat near the door. Sitting down, she left a few seats between her and the end of the row, so Arthur could sit without having to be directly on the end, or whatever. Her leg began shaking as she lightly tapped her foot against the ground, barely making any noise. Another bad habit of hers, when she got nervous she couldn't stop moving.
JC
JC wasn't going to go socialize at first, he wanted to stay by Raymond's side. But as he overheard Johannah's comment he stiffened, jaw clenching as he bit back tears. Every time the subject of..that was brought up JC hated it. Enough to make him want to leave and tell the two to just get married themselves. He felt pathetic, and he'd already been made to feel that way before, he didn't want to again. Especially not around someone who supposedly "looooved" him. Pulling his hand away from Raymond's, rather roughly actually, he looked around for something, anything else he could occupy himself with. The last thing he wanted right now was to be angry at them, which meant he couldn't stick around. The door opened and his eyes widened a bit as he tilted his head to the side, watching as the red headed girl walked in with what he assumed to be her boyfriend or husband. He knew her, from somewhere.
Getting up, he made his way over to where she'd just sat down. "Samantha?" Sam looked up at him, startled at first but slowly she remembered the boy. "Johnny?" A smile lit up her face when he nodded, and she looked back to Arthur. "Arty, this is Johnny, I wrote about him once." He was one of the funniest boys she'd ever met. They'd meant to keep in touch after the interviews but, being the forgetful person she was, she never got a way to contact him. JC held his hand out to Arthur, wanting to make a good first impression on the people in the class. "JC actually, no one has called me Johnny in forever." His brother had stuck him with the name JC, and he sort of just forgot about Johnny.