A Gasp of Magic in History

Jamie was having a pretty good day. He'd just found out that the senior class was going on a field trip to an archeologists' dig out in New Mexico, and luckily the state border was only thirty minutes away from Lubbock. (Though the purpose of the trip eluded him. He figured it was for the Ancient History club's activities.)

Not only would the dig probably be pretty cool on its own, but the girl he liked would be there, a perfect opportunity to confess... That is, unless his friends got in the way as usual and made him nervous. He didn't realize at the moment that he was grinning dumbly at the interior of his locker with his eyes glazed over in his dreamy state. He even still had his hand on his mathbook, having frozen halfway through the action of pulling it out of his locker.

Yes, Jamie looked very very odd at the moment, besides being six foot even for the past three years, he wore alot of black, chains, rings, and of course a big thick leather banded watch to match his multiple belts that were inspired by countless animes and games, and his hair was ever so slightly greasy despite his constant washing of it to avoid that, and it showed up as his hair was naturally jet black. (Most though just considered it a sort of natural sheen, not greaseyness.)