Jet took the sheet and thanked her. I placed the remaining of the books on top of the shelf and stood up, my books under my left arm. Before I even took one step forward, Jet stepped in front of me, and smiled again. I just blinked at him.
“Hi. You’re Natasha, right? Natasha Geade?â€? He asked with the same musical voice. He was so nice, but it made me wonder what he wanted from me.
“That’s right.â€? I nodded. Well, I thought, if he’s going to talk to me, I might as well be helpful. “So, do you need help getting to your classes?â€?
He smiled widely. “Yeah, that would be great. Where’s the Music room?â€?
“It’s right down the hall. I have it too; do you want to go together?â€?
He looked uneasy. Great, I was doing fine at first, but now, I just freak him out, being too helpful.
Jet’s expression soon changed and he nodded. “Sure, I’ll follow.â€?