"So f-f-fucking f-f-freezing," Ashton mumbled to himself slipping his arms into the black Blessthefall sweater and clenching his teeth to stop them from chattering. Even inside of the castle-like building, opened doors and windows let in a draft, and Ash was really sensitive to the cold, so he felt it more than everyone else. It hadn't been the smartest idea to don nothing but his teal and black Mayday Parade shirt before going to class. The stupid water students had been praciticing with ice today, as well, and he'd been stuck with one of them as a partner. Sure, he'd just melted her attempts into a puddle of water on the floor, but got cold and wet doing it. His black hair was drenched and plastered to his face. He couldn't stop his teeth from chattering, and not to mention he didn't want to get sick or anything, because that would just suck.

Being a fire student, he usually would have just turned the water to steam. But since they'd just had a hardcore practice session, and he'd went all out, he was feeling pretty out of breath and weak. It was slowly coming back to him though, slowly. He gradually started to dry his clothes, and then his hair as he walked through the hallways. His pace was snail slow, and his hand was glowing, because the slower he walked, the quicker his energy came back to him. After drying his hair, he gave his head a shake, tugged his fingers through his bangs to test it, then sighed in relief.

He didn't really have a destination, but his pace picked up speed now that he didn't need to conserve his energy. He was still focusing on it though, to keep him warm, so his palms were still emitting a faint reddish light. Humming to himself, he turned a corner... and ran straight into someone.

[Since his palms are lit and he's a fire student, it might just seem like he's going to attack her :P]

Ashton bit his lip and backed up a little when he noticed he'd knocked the girl over, palms up and close to his chest in a sort of apologetic gesture. A light red blush creeped into his cheeks and spread slowly, and he ducked his head, running a hand through the back of his black hair. "I'm so sorry," he said quietly, shaking his head. "I should have looked where I was going..."

Ash felt really, really bad for knocking her over, and he hoped that she didn't hold anything against him for it. Taking in her sort of defensive position, he guessed that she was from one of the 'rival' elements. His palms immediatly lost their reddish glow. "Sorry," he said again, nervous now. He absolutely hated awkward situations like this, because he was supposed to be the tough, violent fire student, and he was supposed to want to attack her, and blah blah blah. He did have quite the temper if something were to set him off, but usually he was an all-around nice kid that just wanted to be left alone. He stayed out of people's way, because it was better that way. He didn't get hurt as much.

He extended a hand in offer to help her up - it was the least he could do after knocking her over. "Once again, I'm so sorry," he apologized for the third time, still as red as a cherry. "I-I'm Ashton, by the way." He smiled hesitantly.
[He's so shy and sensitive lol]

"You did?" Ashton said, his mouth dropping open and his chocolate-brown eyes going wide. He knew that his fellow fire students could be violent, and he respected that it was in their nature to have a temper - had one himself, after all - but to attack someone like that? With no reason? It really didn't seem fair! He liked his fellow fire students of course, he would follow them into a fight, they were his friends, but he wasn't quite as reckless and cruel as them. At all. "That's horrible," he breathed.

Brushing his dark hair from his eyes, a question burned in his mind. But he didn't want to bring up their arrogant leader, because that might set Migoto off. He swore he recognized her as the leader of the earth element. Earth and Fire were like bone-deep rivals, so the two probably didn't like each other very much. He didn't want to start a fight with Migoto after just meeting her.

He nodded and smiled. "Nice to meet you too." So his suspicions were correct - she was the earth leader. He knew the names of all the leaders, even though most students only bothered to learn their own leaders by name. "I don't yell at people if they're nice, only if they try to annoy me. And you're not annoying, so... you've got nothing to worry about." He smiled.

Ashton gaped a little when she told him the story about her getting attacked by a fire student, he was still in serious disbelief. He did believe her though, because only if you concentrated really hard, you could see a very faint scar. But he only knew it was there because he knew what he was looking for. So someone pretty skilled with knowing how to heal burns would have to have done that. Either a teacher or a student in one of the higher grades, most likely twelve if they could heal that efficiently. He was about to ask - innocently, because he wasn't the type to pry - when she continued. Then she cut herself off mid-word. Almost involuntarily, his brain started racking the names of the grade twelve fire students whose names began with 'Al'. At one point he paused and mouthed Alex's full name - which made it pretty obvious who he was thinking of. That just seemed so bizzare, it was almost funny? Come on. The fire and earth leaders? Alex HATED the earth students.

"You're on my good side, too," he said shyly, offering a small smile. He wasn't good with the whole sociality thing, and he hoped he was doing alright and talking enough, and not seeming rude with his long silences and pauses. He just learned that usually in life, staying away from people avoided a lot of fights. So he tended to only speak when spoken to, and not many people bothered speaking with the emo kid in the back of the room, staring at sketches or listening to music. He'd heard that some people even thought he was mute, because it was actually rare to hear him speak unless you were in his class and the teacher singled him out purposely.

"I'm sure," he said with a nod. "A good mood is a good thing."

I wish I was in a good mood that often, he thought. Then pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He didn't want this conversation to turn depressing. He'd only just met her, he didn't want to screw things up already.