The Art of Avoidance

Jason leaned against the small building which housed the door to the roof, and inside it the starcase that mades its spiraling way down throught the many floors of the school. He glared at the site before him; the dull brown of the roof extending in front of him until it stopped suddenly and landscape around the school cascaded from it. Moving his eyes along this landscape, from the familiar lake and lawn to the forest and the forbidden area beyond, he swore quitly to himself. What, he wondered, What the heck had he been thinking to come back here. The small break he'd taken from school had been great. Hanging out by the beach, and on occasion hiking up to mountains; always being able to do whatever he wanted.

Jason glowered at the ground in front of him. But he knew what he'd been thinking. Yes, his vacation had been great, but it had to end. And when it did he had to face the fact: he had no where to go. If he hadn't come back to the school he'd most likely still be at the beach--as a bum instead of one of it's many holidayers. The truth was that this school, this monotonous, predictable, awful, pointless, school, was the only place where he was welcome.

Jason watched the student out of the corner of his eye. He had hoped no one would come up while he was here. But whatever, the other guy didn't seem to interested in talking either. Jason sat himself against the wall and continued to observe the landscape. As the minutes passed he finally sighed, closed his eyes and said loud enough that the guy could here him on top of the small building, "Hey."
Take it or leave it he thought to himself. He might as well talk to the person, he had nothing else to do. But if the guy didn't answer, Jason had no intention of trying any harder to start a conversation.

Closing his eyes for a few moments, Jason swore silently to himself. I wonder how many people are gonna show up. You say 'hi' to one person... He swept a strand of hair from his face and looked at the girl who had come sitting on the edge of the building. Well, what now? I'm the one who started this. He cast around for a subject that either of the other two students would find interesting. Unfortunately being sociable wasn't one of his strong points.
"So...Nice day." He made a face at his own lame statement, but settled for it. It was up to the other two to bring this conversation more life.

Jason listened to the girl talking, not sure what to do. When he'd heard her tell her name he'd planned on saying his, but that Vince had taken his moment. Oh well, he thought. He stood then, to lean against the building with the other two.
He too wondered how old Vince might be, and Ember for that matter, though it didn't make much of a difference.
I'll wait untill he answers before telling my name. I wouldn't want to be rude and interupt. His gazed moved to watch the landscape once more.