Terry's face- while eating sand, and throbbing from the still fresh feeling of being smacked in the face- was fine. Enough. He lifted his face off the ground hearing a muffled, "I'm so sorry!" He assumed his ears were filled with sand as well. 

 He reached for the ball, and then rose it up, his glasses still crooked, he turned and called, "Don't worry- the ball's okay!"

 "I don't... What?" The stranger, who was now kneeling beside Terry, was decently confused. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I just... Heh. I have... I don't know." Terry, who wasn't listening, was busy looking the man up and down.

 A stranger, yes, but somehow familiar. Most likely another student. He wasn't anything impressive when it came to height, and he had some weight to him. His face was fairly pudgy, but overall, he was very cute. 

 Jesse, who noticed that Terry gave zero shits about the words coming out of the man's mouth, decided to comment. "He's not responding. He does this. He's actually got a rare disease called... Sometimes-won't-respond-itopious...is...itis."

 Terry shook his head, and began smacking the sand out of his ears. "Er... No, it's fine." Without asking- therefore it was assault- the cute guy fixed Terry's glasses. "Sorry, it was bugging me..." Terry slowly stood up. He could feel the tears coming on from the pain. It was quite delayed. 

 "I'm Ralph... Er... By the way... Um... Sorry."

 Terry, after years of research, concluded that 'Ralph' was Canadian. He was apologizing way too many times. "Are you Canadian?" 

 "Uh... No. I'm actually British... I thought... The accent..."

 Okay, so maybe Terry didn't do THAT many years of research. The accent was very obvious. Jesse who had been quiet for the pass seconds, broke in. "Your not British. Your French."

 "I think I know where I was born. A French accent is pretty different."

 "I see." Jesse's mind was blown.

 Ralph stood up, not bothering with the ball, and extended his hand. With a total of zero words to accompany it.

 Terry, being the goofball he is, fist-bumped his extended hand and said: "Bro." 

 Ralph put his hand back to his side. "Um. Yeah. Again, I'm really-"

 "Sorry, yeah, I get it. Just take your ball." Terry reached for the ball he had set beside him to find it gone. His eyes moved to Jesse, because she was usually the culprit. And of course, she was failing to balance the ball on her head. Typical. "Jess." He caught it when it fell off her head. "Bad." And handed it to Ralph.

 "Um. Thanks. Sor... I mean... Uh... Okay bye!" Ralph ran away with that. The heat in his face spread to his ears, making them red. Quite the awkward kid.

 The young Terrence turned around to be greeted with a very lemony face. "Kiley. You... How long...?" 

 "Whole time." They replied, on the edge of laughter and tears. 

 Well wasn't that wonderful? Kiley would never let Terry live this down even though it was the Ralph guy who did the dumb stuff. Kiley and Terry were quiet the competitive buds. 

 Jesse quickly tackled Kiley into a hug. "MY FAVOURITE THEY!" Kiley laughed into the hug and returned the favour. Jesse moved her head back up and quickly pecked Kiley's lips. They laughed at Jesse. Both of them then got up, Jesse's arm still wrapped around Kiley's waist. "Hey there, Jess." Kiley put their arms around Jesse's neck and smiled.

 Terry always liked watching those two. They were very quirky and entertaining. He smirked and pat Kiley's shoulder. "'Bathroom', huh? What? Couldn't wait for Jesse to get here?" Kiley stiffened a little bit. "Terrence!" They gave him a playful glare. "I would ALWAYS wait for Jess!" 

 Jesse was confused at first, but then clued in when Kiley spoke. She turned red. "Ah- woah- Terry! I... Woah."

 Kiley laughed their calm chuckle. "Quite out of character, huh?"

 "Very."

 Terry pat them on the heads and then headed towards Mark, who was walking back to them with Jane and Twaine. However, on his way to greet them, he noticed something behind them. Or rather, someone.

 "Hide!" He called without thinking, and lept into Mark's arms. "Terrence, I can't turn you invisible."

 "You can try!"

 Terry had seen Lars Penderson. Lars was the beautiful thespian who he was totally in love with. There were a few issues of course, though. 1: Lars was probably straight (Terry was a pessimist). 2: Lars and him had never met and Terry was too much of a pussy to actually talk to him.

 Terry, being protected in Mark's strong arms- who had clued in to what Terry was doing- was currently being walked right over to the pretty Penderson boy.

 Oh lord.