He was, of course, running late to class, only entering the room just as the teacher was closing the door. Giving no excuse, unless you count an apologetic grin as one, he sauntered down the aisles, ignoring the curious stares.
She was already sitting in the class, looking down to her notepad and ignoring the person who had just entered the classroom, unlike most people. Ivory was sitting towards the back of the room and it just so happened that there was an empty seat next to her.
He swung himself into it, a bit dismayed he couldn't sit with a friend of his. He shot a glance to the girl next to him, the blonde. He blinked. He didn't know her. He usually knew most people in the school, maybe not by name but by face. Shooting a glance to the teacher, he leaned over. "Hey there," he said with a grin, "don't suppose you have a pencil? I forgot mine."
Since her hair fell over her shoulder and covered up her face, Ivory had to tuck it behind her ear to reveal her face before looking towards Jax. "A pencil? Sure..." She replied, reaching for her bag and pulling out a pencil. "There you go." She extended her hand out to give it to Jax.
Ivory only shook her before pointing her own pen towards the front of the class. "You should pay attention." She said before looking forward, looking down to write not one her paper every now and then.
He raised an eyebrow, "I should but I won't," he replied, relaxing back into his chair, far enough that it tipped back to rest against the wall. His arms were stretched out behind his neck, softening the harshness of the cement. He continued twirling the pen. "I'm Jax, by the way."
He glanced at her, "Ivory, eh?" He asked, "did you know people refer to it as a sign or purity and innocence? Like the name? Kind of funny, if you think about it, considering the whole purge of Africa that Europe went through to get the actual thing."