Polar (Erejean)

First Impressions

The official school day ends at 3:15 - meaning that Jean and I were supposed to meet each other at 3:15. Being the naive idiot that I was, I had assumed that was actually going to happen. Obviously, that assumption had been wrong.

I didn't care much for the first few minutes or so. After all, if he had a lesson then it was possible that the teacher would hold back the class or that it would just simply take him awhile to walk to where we were meeting.

When I realised I had been waiting for over ten minutes, I was just about ready to leave. Given Jean's reputation, I wouldn't have put it past him to ditch or just forget completely. Before I had the chance to call it quits, however, I spotted the blonde making his way over to me in the distance.

"You ready to go?" He asked calmly, with no sense of urgency or apology in his voice. Dick.

"Yeah, have been for the past ten minutes," I responded, offering the fakest smile that I could as I said it. He just rolled his eyes in response.

Without saying anything else, I followed Jean to the school's parking lot. Unsurprisingly enough, he led me to a sleek, black BMW, which was most definitely not second hand. Christ, I barely had enough money to catch the public bus on the weekends and this guy already had his first car.

We didn't say much on the ride over to his place, instead allowing the silence to be filled with music coming from the radio. I realised that I really hadn't been paying attention to what was popular or not since I barely recognised the songs playing. It wasn't that I disliked mainstream music; I just hadn't been paying much attention to it.

It didn't take too long to reach Jean's street, only about ten minutes or so. I found myself staring out of the window, eyes wide in awe at just how massive and well-kept all of the houses were. I shifted my gaze forward when Jean turned the car in to park in his driveway which, by itself, already seemed to be bigger than my apartment.

I hopped out of the passenger seat, tugging my bag strap over my shoulder as I looked around the area. The house was massive - at least three stories. It was clearly relatively new but the whole aesthetic was more old than modern. There also seemed to be a large patch of land behind the house, though I really couldn't see all that much of it from where I was standing.

"You coming?"

I moved my attention back to Jean, who was already opening up the front door, and I gave a short nod in answer before making my way over to him. He shut the door behind us, and I couldn't help but continue eyeing up his home. It really did look incredible, and the interior was even nicer than the exterior. Again, it seemed to look more old-fashioned, with most of the furniture being wooden.

Jean led me upstairs to a room which seemed to be some sort of study room, though looking around it seemed that he mostly used it for art rather than actual written work. He pulled up a chair at his desk and, after a few more moments of looking around, I sat down beside him.

"How long are we planning on spending doing this, exactly?"

I shrugged. "I guess we'll just try to get through one topic," I mumbled, looking around in my bag for a sheet showing what Jean needed to know for his syllabus. "What exactly did you get in your exam?"

"Got a U," he answered, and he must have noticed my slight change in expression because then he was saying, "don't give me that look. I'm not thick, you know. I just had a lot on my mind at the time."

"I never thought you were thick," I mumbled, though I couldn't help but wonder how having a lot on his mind had prevented him from passing the exam for two years running. I decided to not ask questions about it, though.