Riffraff, street rat
I don't buy that
If only they'd look closer

→Jake Lamburo←
It was as though a light bulb had gone of in Jake's head when Alyssa mentioned History. He blinked, nodding, as he thought back on that class today. He imagined he could hear their teacher's droning voice announce a new student and gave her name before going on with class like any other day. "I believe you're right." He said after a moment, nodding again as he looked at her. He glimpsed her shove her phone in her back pocket with the air of annoyance about her, but made no comment on it. Her business was her business, not Jake's.
He saw her take a very relaxed pose and lean on the wall, which caused Jake to allowed himself to relax his shoulders slightly. If she was relaxed, their was no need for him to be so, as well, right? "Oh, about five years." He replied with a shrug after thinking about the answer for a moment, counting the years mentally. "Why do you ask? Are you knew, or something?" He added after a moment, wondering what prompted her to ask that before a multitude of other questions that she could have.
He looked her over, though not in a perverted way, and noticed her clothing to be of a higher par than he was accustomed to seeing. Quickly, he deduced her to have a well-off family and felt a pang of envy set it, but quickly smothered it. For all he knew, she could have saved every penny in order to buy those things. Even if she hadn't, he shouldn't be envious of her.
He glanced at her expectantly when she started speaking with a small "Say..." and then pausing. As he had thought, she'd made a proposition of sorts, asking if he'd like to join her on a walk. He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. I've nothing to do but watch TV at home." He replied with a nod, squaring his shoulders. Her father must have been the one that was annoying her. Jake thought when she mentioned him and his anger with her at the moment.
Would they see a poor boy? No, siree
They'd find out
There's so much more to me