Spyke listened to Sara, grateful she ignored his slip up. The comment about powers made him feel a bit edgy, but maybe that was her unnerving stare's work. He quickly dismissed the comment, just happy to have someone telling him about the school. At least, she was, before some kid wearing a ski mask, gloves, and other attire that covered him head to toe, stumbled in the hallway, getting a face full of floor. Evan couldn't stop the slight smirk that washed over his face. Did the guy need walking lessons?
He could almost hear his Aunt scolding him. "Evan Daniels! Making fun of people is not the way to make friends even if you're only trying to be funny." Yes, ma'am....
Sara was obviously more mature than him, for she had gone to help the guy. He noticed she steered away from helping him up- or touching him at all for that matter. He didn't blame her. The guy was covered head to toe, so you had to wonder what his power was, although it couldn't be any worse than being able to accidentally impale someone with a hug. He felt kind of bad for the guy, but he assumed Sara could handle it.
Spyke opened the fridge to put the milk back in but something hidden on the back of the shelf caught his eye. It was a whole case of beer. He raised an eyebrow, curiously. What kind of school kept beer in the refrigerator? Then he remembered Storm telling him about some of the teachers (Well, one in particular) with drinking habits. Evan knew he was under-aged, but it was just there and... No. Sara would probably kill him and he expected death at her hands would be pretty painful. And, then, she'd tell Storm. If Storm heard rumors of her nephew drinking, death would be even worse at her hands then at Sara's.
He was only joking- he really wouldn't take a beer. He was already clumsy enough without being drunk, but he couldn't help but wonder if Ski-Mask-Guy had found the stash too. He tried to hide his grin at that as he shoved the milk back in it's place. He turned to Sara and Ski-Mask-Guy.
"So, dude, what's your name?" he asked.
But, before he could even get an answer, a pretty girl walked in. They made eye contact for a little and she gave him a smile, more than friendly, he wasn't sure. But, a girl waltzes in, what was any teenage guy to do? He totally blew Sara and Ski-Mask off, leaning against the fridge as she opened it with a sheepish smile on his face. "Well, hello there." Evan knew he had the same chances with her as he did the Queen of England, but what could he say? He was a flirt with any girl. Ladies out of his league? Even better.
(Sorry it's so short. I figured I just better say something and a little is better than nothing.)