Jace Vernera

*he’s at his locker and shoving stuff inside, extremely irritated about whatever. But, hey… atleast it’s lunch time… finally. He looks up when he hears someone approach and has an insult on the tip of his tongue, freezing when he sees you. How do you know him? And why are you approaching… he raises his brows and schools his expression, clearing his throat* what do you want? *I snaked a tsk sound, turning back to his locker* spit it out. I want to go to lunch.

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby Come with me Friday, don't say maybe I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you

*he laughs, a bit surprised at your confidence* you really think I'm gonna go to a concert with you? *he smirks, leaning against the lockers* you're crazy.