Nick smirks, Wow is this guy for real? I mean yeah he was funny but seriously too cool… how old are you 13? Oh well he may be amusing to have around at least, probably a poser wanting to feel cool. Better company then the Ice Queen and crew, man I miss my old friends, and I am surprised I even thought that. He nods with approval, “That is a sweet deal, you should get a deal with Nike or something, with that kind of speed. I could have used a receiver or tailback like you at my old school.”
"Yeah..." Yoshi says, nodding. "That would be wicked. Be in commercials and stuff, make some sweet bread? Gonna have to look into that..."
“Played quarterback for the team, wrestled in the winter, did baseball in the spring; track and field over the summer. Jujitsu all year round; took some Muay Thai when we lived in Thailand for a year before we moved back to Arkansas so my mom could be a professor or something. I wanted to get into MMA after High School/College depending on if I couldn’t ride out a sports scholarship and get into the pros… but yeah that isn’t exactly going to work now,” Nick shakes his head with frustration still smirking.
"Bummer, dude, but hey, don't kid yourself, this elite business is the best thing to happen to all of us, I guarantee," the Asian teens replies. "Fame, money, girls, it's gonna be the sweet life, man."
He glances to Yoshi, “I hope the rest of the students aren’t as stuck up as the Ice Queen, or that is going to make for some real dull parties. I wonder how old that one instructor was, I think her name was Jun Min… telling you man older chicks are where it’s at… College girls are the best girls, as long as you seem older yourself.”
"The chick that was yelling at the other chick outside? She sure doesn't hurt the eyes, but that's one helluva temper. Plus, if she is an instructor, good luck getting into those pants, more trouble than it's worth, you ask me," he says with a grin. "I've met a few of the other girls, there is a lot of potential here, dude."
The two enter the cafeteria. The well lit room has two tiers, tables and chairs dominate the upper tier, which is perhaps five feet higher than the lower tier, which also has tables and chairs, but also an order counter, a cold food and beverage display and some smorg tables containing a number of different foods of all styles.
There are a number of students and faculty members here. The ones that stand out are a guy that Nick spoke to in the courtyard, named Erik, a skinny German musician sitting at one table eating and talking to a girl. Neither of you has met the other, but you recognize her as the Arabic girl that Jin Min got mad at, she sits alone, poking at some food on her plate. There are quite a few open tables, as well.