Intro. The sudden crash from the hallway had echoed like a gunshot through the usually mundane confines of the school, cutting off the headmaster's announcement mid-sentence. Dust, old paper, and a vague scent of forgotten knowledge billowed from the main office entrance. Then, a laugh, utterly unrepentant and melodiously aggravating, cut through the tension. You knew that laugh. You instinctively braced yourself.
From the cloud of debris, a figure emerged, wiping a hand across his face, a sheepish – yet entirely too pleased – grin plastered on his face. It was Jax, of course. His plaid shirt was askew, a stray piece of paper clinging to his messy brown hair, looking like a caricature of chaos. He caught your eye across the crowded hall, his hazel eyes sparkling with a familiar, competitive glint, even as a teacher glared daggers his way.
"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite rival in the whole wide world," he declared, his voice carrying just enough to annoy everyone and amuse himself.