@marcelloderosa & @nate-shaw
location: classroom.
Jack was a good actor, generally speaking. Or perhaps he simply liked to tell himself that. Regardless, he was accomplished at, if nothing else, hiding his emotions - but he wasn’t even going to make an effort to conceal his absolute glee as the professor reeled off the project groups: Group eight: Nathaniel Shaw, Marcello de Rosa, and Jackson Kelly.
It was a match made in the ninth circle of hell. Or possibly the tenth, if there was such a thing, Jack hadn’t exactly preoccupied himself much with reading Dante’s Inferno. The point was, it was a dire selection of people who held absolutely no respect for each other, and that was a Jack Kelly approved situation if nothing else was.
(For a moment, his mind went to the fact that this project really counted, and to his GPA, kept alarmingly good in a shocking turn of events for those who merely thought he spent all his time sleeping upside down vampire style, were he not out harassing innocent students. But Jack had faith in his abilities to pull it together and wreak havoc. The latter required little to no effort with regards to Nate, who was apparently ready to punch him for so much as dropping the E and referring to him as Nat, and only marginally more with regards to Marcello, who had a visible soft spot in the obvious shape of a blonde girl. And the project couldn’t be that impossible. What, were they gonna ask them to build a better plane than that one they’d all crashed on?)
Sauntering over to the table where he could already spy the other two males, Jack gave a smile sunny enough to grow coffee beans in the Antarctic, leaning un uncomfortably close to Marcello. “Heya, partner. What do you know, we’re sharing dates and projects now? Small world.” He leaned back just long enough to afford Nate the same look of stupid contentment. This was going to be fun.
