"I think we better follow, we don't want to be late." 

Aleksandr felt the quietness of the classroom scream at the two young men to leave as Sylv took her exit.  Her scent was lingering slightly.  He felt a twitch of his left hand as the scent faded.  The woman was obviously in some sort of turmoil.  She needed help, "Right," he said to Jamie, letting out a small sigh.  He really did not want to get involved with any of her affairs. He had watched Jamie's reaction.  However, his senses picking up her scent had him slightly curious.

His left hand rubbed up the messenger bag's strap.  He felt the burning sensation, once again.  He followed Jamie, looking at piece of crumple paper with his class schedule on it.  He was a bit embarrassed at how wrinkled the paper had gotten. Normally, Aleksandr was well organized--at least, in his home life.  It reminded him of his mother, always cleaning.  However, for school, that was a different story altogether.

"Adair Hall 119. Professor Estonia Yale," he spoke aloud, "Is that the same as you, Jamie?"  He didn't particularly care for Jamie.  He was not sure why.  He just felt a strange competition between them.  Maybe it was an under the table testosterone battle of some sort.  Whatever it was, he found himself slightly unattracted to it. [@Arista]