Mmmmmmmmmmm British accent. There's probably kinds. She can't identify this one and doesn't care, they're all yummy. He's yummy. Yum. She's going to have to talk to him at lunch, or something, if she can get him off by himself. Maybe Bella will help.
Andi scopes out the situation around Ethan Rayne, He Of The Hot Accent, at lunch.
There he is! Sitting very nearly by himself, tucked into a corner of the room.
The boy sitting beside him is also the reason no one else is sitting anywhere near them, beyond just the fact that they picked a small table and he is sprawled so low in his chair that he can kick (and indeed is kicking) the empty chairs at the next table over. He has one elbow propped on the back of his chair to hold his head up while he gazes adoringly at the much more upright Ethan.
She plops down in the chair Ethan's friend is kicking. "Apparently," she says, "I'm supposed to distract you."
(She remembers absolutely nothing about the content of the report, but she sure liked it.)
"What was that?" he says, cocking his head. "Kinda loud in here."
"Yeah. I think we maybe had math together last year? Something, anyway. Something without reports though."
"Well, that's adorable," says Ethan's friend, sitting up straighter with a little shake of his shoulders and tipping his head toward Bella to better display his grin.
"Hmm - math, yes," says Ethan. "Sounds about right. You sat by the window and your compass had that little—" He makes a fluffy wiggly sort of gesture with his fingers.
"Yeah, it was supposed to be a pencil topper," says Andi, "but then you can't erase anything, so."
Bella shrugs. "My sister shares a school with a symmetrically-featured British dude, and I didn't have anything better to do."
"He's gonna break her hea~aaart," hums the friend. "Just like he broke mine. Well." He flashes a quick grin. "Maybe not just like."
"Uh, I don't know if you remember my name? I'm Andi - Alexandra but it's Andi - Swan."
"I have the overwhelming majority of fun when I'm not comforting a heartbroken twin."
Andi giggles. "I know that. I have to do my report next week," she adds. "Any tips on not being, like, terrified because public speaking? They say people fear public speaking more than they fear death, I dunno about that but it's competitive with my fear of, like, falling out of bed and breaking my nose on my desk or something."
"Picture your audience in their underwear, isn't that the traditional advice?"
Andi giggles again. "It is, I just don't know why it's supposed to help!"
Bella casts a suspicious glance in Ethan's direction. "Why? What's wrong with him? What would he do?"