I reluctantly take it, wiping my nose.“Thanks,“ I manage to smile.“So, are you okay?” he gently urges me.“I’m fine, it’s just … stuff,...�� I say, heading towards my locker. I am already opening it and stuffing my books inside when Mark stands next to me, leaning against the side.“You look pretty upset. Do you want to talk about this ‘stuff'?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. Stilling, I look at him, puzzled.“I doubt it is really worth your time,” I mumble, trying to keep my eyes down but there is. He was 5'6, had light brown hazed eyes - & short black hair. My 1st thought was, he's a student - so let me stop drooling over him become the princple comes. But I still manage to do the high school thing, check my clothes, fix my hair, and see if my breath was 'rightoues' all clear. He started walking towards me, I suddenly got nerouvs - I never get nerouvs. He was there, infront of my desk. He was a god, no a goddness!"Excuse me, is this room 512?" He asked me, I stared, and stared at this. He returned to the captain and told him his decision. He asked that only the captain go along as an observer, and not interfere no matter what happened. The captain was grateful to have someone answer the challenge which unanswered might destroy his post and get all his men killed. Zithrusa wanted to go along, but John insisted that this time was a time for him to go alone.On arriving at the Ruler's fort, they were invited to drink and eat, but John refused all food and wine, accepting only. At least a server rolled a big tray of food into the waiting room and we were all able to eat something. Not all the guys were particularly well-behaved and I overheard one talking about how he managed to get a hotel room to take his quince to after the party. Some rather indecorous terms were used and I was about to step up and suggest he silence himself when the door opened and our dates were let in to join us.“Wow!”“Don’t tell me you’re speechless, Jacob.”“Yeah. But wow!”Brittany had.