Jared couldn't control the smile on his face as he walked into the drama department of Fates Academy. This hall was him home away from home, the stage--heaven. How could he ever keep away from such a fantastic place? School had barely started and he couldn't keep away even for just a little while. The summer had been brutal, only students in the summer school program were allowed to stay.

'Damn failing people... hogging all the amazingness. So selfish.'

Walking into the theater he felt his sense of nostalgia ruined. There was another girl in here. It didn't bother him none, not really. Though he would have wished he was here alone for the moment, it was perfectly fine. It seemed that she was a new student. He hadn't seen her last year. That or someone felt the need for a makeover. He watched curiously as she spun around, taking in the site of the theater. It was something to be marveled at, or so he felt so. She didn't notice him standing at one of the entrances and he felt the urge to make his presence known. He walked slowly behind the black haired girl. She seemed pretty young as she wasn't that tall, but then again, Jared was a pretty tall guy.

"Well, I didn't expect to see anyone here so early." He said suddenly. He realized that he might have scared the girl, but it was too late now. "To be honest I kinda hoped no one was here, but it's nice to see a student with passion." He smirked at the girl.

"Yes, I came out here this early just to ruin your day." She replied jokeingly.

"Aha! You malicious creature! Thou shall pay greatly for thou's devilish deeds." He raised his voice, playfully instead of anger.

"It is nice to see students with passion, that is when you can find them." She quoted him partially as she walked off the stage to him. He nodded his head. He figured it was so. She offered her hand and gave her name. Jared reached out and grabbed her hand firmly, but was still careful. He didn't want to break her hand.

"I'm Jared. Some people call me Stryder though." He offered. Maybe she'd want to call him that? He knew he'd wouldn't want to be left out of the loop. "Call me either." He grinned at her, perfect teeth showing between his lips.

He snorted when she couldn't decide on a name. Personally, he liked his name and really didn't care much which one people called him. His mother, despite her lack on interest in him, named him well. "Well, Stryder's my last name." He told her. "If you feel weird about it you can call me Jared. Or something entirely different all together. I don't care much what people call me as long as it's not an insult." Once someone had referred to him as 'Hey kid, move.' Seemingly taken directly from Boy Meets World, Jared always seemed to be in the older student's way. It got annoying after a while, but what could he do?

"So, are you a new student?" He asked her. He was still very curious to find out. There were some people that just stuck out in a crowd, but Jared tended to miss them and always noticed them weeks after their arrival. When he noticed he usually asked mostly everyone he knew if the student had been their long. And usually, to his embarrassment, the student had.

Jared shrugged. Random or not, he didn't see it as a problem. Jared thought of himself as one of a kind. Not having many friends growing up had that effect on you. "It's not a problem. I welcome it. The world needs people who aren't afraid of being different!" He hated how people seemed to look up to celebrities and saw what they should be. Perfect, flawless, and loved unconditionally for their looks. That was a major downside to the acting world. If there was anyway that he could change their perspective, he would, but alas! It was out of his control.

"Haha. I was new last year too. I had to beg my dad for about three months before he finally agreed. He can be really stubborn and that stubborn side only shows when I want something. Heh." He smirked a bit. His father was the person who pointed that fact out.

He chuckled at her responce. Mr. FirstNewFriend? he repeated to himself. He moved down the isle to where she sat. He was never too fond of sitting in the seating area. Why would he? He was an actor, he was suppose to be on the stage! ... As well as in that Twilight movie. Screw Robert Pattinson, Jared felt he was more perfect for the role. Sadly, he was never able to audition as he found out too little, too late. Woe is Jared.

"I'm coming, woman!" He laughed when she urged him. "Besides, why sit here when the stage is far more appealing?" He chuckled.

"Now I know you didn't just snap at Mr. Jared Stryder?" She asked Jared. He raised a brow at her. ... She is joking... right? If there was something about Jared that his friends laughed at him for, it was the simple fact that he wasn't able to tell the difference between someone being serious or sarcastic. Joking around fit in that area as well.

"Uhm... No?" He said unsure. "And it doesn't matter that there aren't chairs. We'll be crazy and sit on the floor, but okay." He sat down next to her. "So are you from here?" He asked. Jared, himself, was born in New York. He was also the type of New Yorker that didn't call it the Big Apple. No real New Yorker ever really called it that. Or in his opinion they didn't... Shouldn't.