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((Haha! No prob! Oh, and excuse my spacing; I'm on mobile, cant enter return.)) 'Okay. This is it. Now get out there, Jarrob! Prove yourself!' Jarrob had been watching the girl for only a few periods (he hadn't wanted to miss too many classes), but she had been on his mind all day. A nameless, (supposedly)goody-goody bitch. She was obviously caught up in herself, too, just like the rest of her conceited kind. It was disgusting, he had to supress a vomiting even when he was only thinking about her. Jarrob had been sitting on the bench in the lobby, waiting. Sure, he had been a bus rider, but surely mother understood that this angel provided the chance of a lifetime. But all the teachers were gone by now, not to mention the students. He started to wonder if he had missed her. But, no. He could hear footsteps on the stairway. The aura was getting stronger.... With a crooked grin on his face, Jarrob stood up. He hovered out of sight until she was on the ground floor. Jarrob stepped out, grinning in a maniacal way he had never grinned before. His eyes were fixated on her as he shrugged off his jacket and shirt (there were no slots in them, so they had to come off) and spread his wings behind him, gaze never wavering. "You know, I thought I smelled filth. Now I know I'm right."