"I've found that, as well." Jackson replied.

"But there's a delicate balance." he said.

"I've found that if you go too far, you actually look and sound like you're bluffing, so they'll attack anyway." he continued.

"It's about knowing the fine line between confidence and arrogance, I suppose." he then said further.

"...took ME a while to find out where that line was..." he admitted quietly.

"But, as you saw with Alex, I'm decent at taunting as well." he chuckled.

"Neither do I." Jackson admitted.

"But I figured I'd cross that bridge when I got to it." he told her.

"I just didn't want him to start fighting with you." he said.

"Well, that and I didn't want Alex to get expelled and have his sister deal with that." he admitted further.

"From what you've told me about her, she wouldn't take that well."

"I noticed on the first day." Jackson replied.

"Regardless, I do what I can." he said.

"Even if people don't know it." he went on. "...in this case, ESPECIALLY if people don't know about it." he then clarified, thinking about it.

"Something tells me Alex wouldn't take too kindly to deliberate and overt help from me." he said.

"So 'accidental help' will need to suffice." he reasoned.

"Hence why I did it the way I did it." Jackson said.

"...seems I've gotten a smidgen of a name now, as well." he went on.

"I've heard whispers about me." he told her.

"Like, I stood up to Alex, and all that blah blah blah." he continued.

"Not surprising, I suppose." he then sighed.

"There were a lot of spectators at that 'fight'."

"Ah, yeah, that." Jackson said.

"Yeah, do whatever you need to." he told her.

"...ugh." he then grunted.

"Hate trig. Just... hate it." he grumbled.

"Anyway, yeah, I know I need to be careful about a rep here." he said.

"It can be a good thing, but just as easily, a bad thing."

Jackson watched her head off, and sighed.

"Yeah, see ya." he said quietly.

He then looked forward, and stared at nothing.

His mind was too preoccupied.

Mostly with Ana... and how he felt about her. Which was to say, he was unsure as well... and it concerned and confused him.

Jackson accepted the page, and looked it over.

"Mmhmm... mmhmm..." he mumbled.

"....hm?" he then said, raising an eyebrow.

"One thing." he said to her.

"Can we move THIS session an hour ahead?" he asked. "I'm in the Martial Arts club, and our meeting can run a bit longer than planned." he explained.

"Is it all right if we make it so there's no possible conflict of schedule?"

"Then yeah, aside from that one thing, schedule works for me perfectly." Jackson commented.

"Hopefully this will get my grade back up to par." he mumbled.

"How've you been?" he then asked her.

"Haven't seen you for almost a week." he commented.

"...it didn't take you that long to just do this schedule up, did it?" he then inquired.

"Geez." Jackson muttered.

"That's just wonderful." he grumbled.

"Well, at least you got the info, eventually." he said.

"...yeah, thanks for this." he then told her sincerely.

"You want something to drink?" he asked.

"I got cans of soda in here." he offered her.

"....I was just about to ask, actually." Jackson admitted.

"But now I won't." he told her.

"Just... good luck getting the information you need." he said.

"Is this... common?" he asked. "Like, you getting your information being like pulling teeth?" he clarified.

"If so, that really sucks."