((Okay, so here goes nothing.))

The cool morning air had no affect on Jarrob. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't fully wake up. Getting up at six am to catch the bus when he could just fly was preposterous. But, no. Mother had forbade him from flying to school. He had put up an argument, but Dad quickly sienced it, just asking him to try to be a normal kid for this year, maybe even date or something.

Jarrob had no intention of dating. Mortals were filthy creatures, that much he knew. Well, not all mortals, he supposed. His father wasn't half bad, he was actually pretty understanding, and Jarrob was comfortable hanging around him. He supposed that that came naturally, though. After all, this was his father.

"Kid, you gettin' off?" A gruff voice sounded from up front, and Jarrob jerked himself awake. He was the only one on the bus, and the driver was scowling at him. Jarrob stood abruptly, grabbing his bags. He shimmied off the bus, avoiding eye contact with the driver. Of course, he could always venge himself, but there was no need for an expulsion on the first day. His parents would kill him. Literally.

Jarrob placed his hand on the glass doors of the school. He took a deep breath. This was it. His senior year. After this gruesome year, he'd be free. Free to do as he pleases, free. Pushing the doors open, he took a step inside the small town school. Only 90 in the graduating class, he had heard. It helped with a low profile.

Jarrob put his hand in the pocket of his sweatshirt, withdrawing his folded schedule, which had come by mail. Where was his locker...? No need to bring his bag to homeroom. His locker was number 243. Sooo, it was on the second floor... Right? He decided to go with his gut instinct, and took the first flight of stairs he could find.

Sure enough, after walking down the halls of the second floor, he found the locker. And it had a lock on it. "Damn it," Jarrob muttered, realizing he had forgot to write down the code. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, he whispered in demon tongue. "Open," he had said. The door sprang open at his command.

Jarrob pushed his bag into the locker, along with everything else before crossing to hall to homeroom. He sat in the back, crossed his arms, and propped his feet up on his desk. Lucifer damn schools.

Scarlett's blonde hair had whipped in the wind, while she made her way down the sidewalk. Her hands were tucked in her pockets, but her eyes were wide open. She was watching the sunrise, though as early it may be, she was wide awake. Scarlett had been eager to come to the school, perhaps she would meet new people, learn a thing or two. It would be interesting to meet some Mortals once, well, other than her Mother.
A lot would question why she was walking to school, instead of simply taking the bus, or maybe drive there with the new drivers license she had gotten not too long ago. In Scarlett's opinion, she would have flew here, but what luck she had to be born without wings. Then again, it did help with the whole backpack concept...She shook the topic out of her head.
Soon, she was starring at the tall building with wide eyes. Holding her breath, Scarlett walked up, and opened the glass doors. Loud voices, crowds of students had filled the school entrance. She lifted her purple backpack off her shoulder, and took out a small binder of which she sorted out the papers the school had mailed her. Flipping through them, she found her locker number, along with the code.
256
She read, glancing around after to get a hint of where to go. She decided to scan the school, first floor then second floor. She found her locker on the second floor. Scarlett stared at the lock for a moment or two, and with numerous amounts of tries, she got it open. She neatly placed her book bag, and several other things in the locker, before proceeding to homeroom.

((Hey, just saying, if you notice that I'm not tagging, my computer is tempermental about that. Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't, it just depends.))

The gazes were of abundance in homeroom. The other students were clearly baffled that Jarrob was reclining like he owned the place, and the teacher wasn't saying anything about it. Jarrob knew she wanted to say something, but he kept her mind distracted so that she didn't.

To be honest, though, it was a relief when the bell for first period rang. The stares were getting annoying, he half wanted to kill these incompetent mortals. Jarrob stood, pushing a lock of his naturally vibrant red hair away. That was one of the weird things about demons. They tended to have naturally vibrant hair, in some odd color, like red, purple, pink, or blue. It was a distinction they had, but with all the mortals dying their hair, it wasn't always the easiest to spot one another.

He walked through the halls effortlessly, everyone giving him a wide berth. Such would be an achievement of greatness in high school, had it not been for his powers. Jarrob had just toned up his demon aura so that the mortals could sense it. Sure, they didn't know he was demon, he just had an air of danger around him. Of course, any angel would be able to detect it from a mile away easily, but Jarrob doubted any angels lived in such a small, rural town.

[No problem.]


Scarlett hadn't thought much of homeroom, as she was just quietly sitting down, with her hands folded. Her eyes were locked on the desk, she couldn't help but be slightly disappointed by the broken leg, on the far left corner. The noise itself was getting quite annoying, and she found it a little sad that the school didn't even care to fix it.
The bell rang before she could go into deeper thought.
Scarlett pushed the hair out of her face, and stood up, heading for the door.
She took a glance at the schedule, wondering where to go.
Almost suddenly, she was hit with an very strong, dark aura.
Demon was the first word to come to mind.
Scarlett stopped walking, and had toned up her aura herself. It wasn't going to be long until this Demon noticed her, why not now? Scarlett then continued to walk.

Jarrob spoke quietly to open his locker. He had no intention of memorizing the code. Seriously, what was the use? After all, his powers made it sooo much easier. Grabbing a random binder from his locker, he turned down the hall to advanced science. It had always been his best - and favorite - subject.

Just as he reached the doorway of Mr. Drew's science lab, Jarrob keeled over as though something had forced him downwards. His stomach was churning with some foreign force, something that felt... Good. Sliding onto the floor he clutched his stomach, growing slowly accustomed to the feeling. He had never been near one before, so he wasn't used to it. But there was no mistakening it. An angel was present, nearby, and they knew he was here.

A middle aged man was looking at him. "You alright? Maybe you should go see the nurse." Jarrob bit his lip and nodded. He allowed Mr. Drew to lead him into the lab and hand him a hall pass. Jarrob was sure to play his part, clutching his stomach with false pain. He dashed out of the room a little too quickly, but he didn't think anyone noticed. Of course, Jarrob had no intention of going to the nurse, but he wanted to find the angel before it found him. Because if it found him first, well, he'd be doomed.

Scarlett frowned, her schedule told her to go to gym. First of all, this was the only class she disliked, worse, it was first period. She gave out a small sigh, and headed towards the gymnasium.
Scarlett had to admit, she was curious as to what a Demon was doing here. Not only was she curious to what this demon was doing, but simply why it was here... Why would a Demon attend school, anyway?
Her curiosity loomed, as she started to walk a little slower. Scarlett soon started to notice the halls empty, and picked up her pace, she was sure teachers wouldn't appreciate someone being late...Maybe she could say she got lost? Scarlett stomped her foot on the ground, and criticized herself. Lie?! That's a sin! It must have been the Mortal part of her...
Her thoughts were interrupted by the late bell.
Scarlett let out a heavy sigh, and broke into a small run.

Jarrob kept a steady pace as he searched the school building. So far, nothing was out of the ordinary. Why would an angel be in school anyway? Why hide in a school of all places? It wasn't just odd, it was, erm, well, extremely odd. Jarrob gave a small smirk at his own thoughts. Well, it's not like he was ever real good with words.

The halls were all but empty. The only exception was a girl who had just come into view, a blond. She seemed hesitant about something, though Jarrob had no idea what it could possibly be. That is, until he came closer to her. The naseau overcame him once more, this time worse than ever. Which meant... He was in the presence of an angel. The girl.

The late bell rang, and the girl shot away. Jarrob was relieved that she didn't see him. If she did, well, not good. Not good at all. But, he supposed she couldn't be full angel. Where were her wings? Angels couldn't disguise their wings anymore than the fallen could. But he could retract his wings, because he was only part Fallen. Which meant.... The girl was only part angel. Which meant she was also part mortal.

Jarrob's mind was swimming. He was no match for a full angel, he knew that much. But what about a half angel? They oughta be evenly matched, meaning he had a huge oppurtunity staring him in the eyes. If he could kill this fiend, Lord Lucifer would have to accept him, despite his forbidden parentage. They could come out of hiding forever, perhaps live in Sheoul.

Jarrob shook himself out of his fantasy and backed around the corner. He would watch this girl today. And she'd never know. And this would be her last day of life.

Scarlett eventually reached her gym class. The gym was huge, and filled with several students, sitting on the bleachers. There was only one teacher, a male, which she had expected. Scarlett hoped he was nice. Apparently, she wasn't the only late, so she didn't get in trouble, but instead she had gotten a small warning not to be late again. With a quick nod, Scarlett made her way onto the bleachers.
Even though she was probably the only one listening, the teacher started ramble on about lockers, locker room rules, gym clothes, and so on. While were talking, she jotted down most the instructions down on a small notebook. A small frown came across her face, she never realized how bad her handwriting was...She could barely even read it herself.
No wonder I got an E in handwriting...
She thought, pausing a bit before beginning to scribble again, filling the notebook with messy notes. Scarlett did get some odd looks; Taking notes in gym?

Jarrob walked past the gym entrance the girl had used. She couldn't see him, that much he knew; stealth was of the essence should he wish to succeed. And he wished to. And expected to. After all, this was just one pathetic girl. She'd be no match for him, as long as she was still harnessing her powers.

Jarrob knew that many an angel didn't fully harness their powers until adulthood, unlike the Fallen, who had adapted to harnessing it in early childhood, in most cases. The reasoning for this was angels, those sickly light beings who shortened the lifespan of the Fallen. 7 out of 10 Fallen were murdered by an Angel in their first thousand years of life. So Fallen adapted to getting their powers earlier, while Angels remained later. Of course, there was always exceptions to that rule, but he hoped this girl was not one of them.

A door creaked open to Jarrob's left, a little ways ahead. Aha! The outer entrance to the boys' room! Each locker room had two entrances: one inside the gymnasium, one in the halls. A perfect way for a Fallen to sneak in to observe (he felt stalk was too harsh, given the circumstances) an Angel without being seen.

Jarrob made his way to the door leading into the gym. He dare not open it, lest someone hear. Yet he needed to be able to see out, somehow... He snapped his fingers. The door vents! Of course! Lowering himself to his knees, Jarrob peered out of the door vent. It was slanted so that one could see out, but not in. How useful!


((Sorry. I started school this week, so I'll be posting less, I'm afraid. We're being hammered with homework already. :/))

(Same here, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond! We already are having projects, and etc. Really sorry!! Should be more active, now that I got a lot of my work done. And oh yes... -ADMINISTERS TIME SKIP-)


Scarlett listened as the last bell of the day rung. It seems the day has passed by quickly, she thought, standing up from her seat. She headed over to her locker, trying a few times before she finally unlocked it.
Hm...Wonder where that demon could be.
She thought, gently closing the locker, as she glanced around a few times.
Seems real close...Ugh, that aura is making me sick.
She thought, shaking her head. Scarlett headed for the stairs, picking up her pace. She hadn't realized how close, he, or she, seemed all day. It made her a bit nervous...
Will this demon even have the guts to come up to me? Does it...err...the demon even want to?
She tilted her head a bit, but quickly shook the thought out of her mind.

((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."

(Np!)
"You know, I thought I smelled filth. Now I know I'm right."
Scarlett turned to face what she now knew was a demon, with his wings spread. She didn't know quite what to feel at first, either surprised or worried. Sure, it was a demon, and she was completely alone, but so what? It wasn't like she was defenseless. On the other hand, she was quite surprised when she found he actually came. If she were to bet, her money would probably be on that he wouldn't come.
But here he was. Right in front of her.
Scarlett let out a sigh,
"Hi there. Now, what are you doing exactly...? Well, whatever it is, hurry up, because I've got to get home."
Her face didn't show any fear, just a blank face. But, inside, she may not have been screaming, but she couldn't help but be a bit intimidated by the fact this demon MIGHT actually be a full fledged demon. The chances weren't good, mostly because the demon was in such a small town, which edged towards the conclusion that he, and his parents were hiding from Lucifer, so they wouldn't have to kill him, and she didn't see a valid reason for demons, who hate mortals, to live with them. That would just confuse her.

((Oh yeah! And I can't tag!)) Jarrob studied the girl as she took him in. Her words were that of friendly conversation, something that, quite frankly, amused him. All the same he was a tad startled, though he didn't show it, by her lack of reaction. He was so used to being feared, in fact, that the prospect of not being feared, well, frightened. "What's the rush, Sweetheart? Can't you stay a while, help me out a bit?" Jarrob smiled in an overly sweet, mocking way. "Without you... Well, let's just say I can't live my life to its fullest." His heaart hammered in his just despite his outer calm. "And that, m'dear, is not a possibility." Jarrob shot into the air, thankful for the high ceiling. He swooped down, picking the girl up by her collar. "What's wrong? Scared of heights? Or does the ittle baby not know how to fly?" With a maniacal laugh, he let go.

Scarlett, rather terrified of hitting the ground, and as a way to get the demon back, which might not be that effective, grabbed at his ankle. Even though, she actually was a bit frightened of heights, she kept her mellow look.
"I really don't like resorting to violence, so if we could just stop this that would be great,"
She smiled slightly, and continued,
"And might I warn you, even though I can't fly doesn't mean I don't know how to defend myself. It seems you haven't quite realized that,"
She added, with one hand, taking a small knife out of one of the pockets of her backpack, which was still conveniently hanging over her shoulder...Well, used to be. It made a light thump, as if fell to the ground.
"It's only for emergencies. Please, don't make me use it."
Scarlett added, showing an innocent smile.

Jarrob eyed the girl with mild interest from above. Her weight wasn't a burden, really. Oh, man, this was getting better by the second! He chortled at her threat. "Look, Smart One, if you were really smart, you'd realize that I know what you are, filthy though that may be." He smirked at her, displaying his amusement. "Unless you really can't fly." He leaned over so they were face to face, eyes flashing. "And I know you can. I can see it in your eyes. As for avoiding violence," Jarrob straightned back out. "I'd get used to it if I were you, Darling. It's a part of who you are; that is, the most violent creature in these three worlds."

"Angels? Violet?''
Scarlett started to chuckle,
"I think not. It's your kind that's the violet ones,"
She pointed out. It was true, demons were basically meant for violence and destruction, how could he claim angels were violent? That's exactly what they tried to prevent! Scarlett was getting angry now, but it wouldn't help if she showed it. It would just give the demon an edge, something to tick her off with.
(Ahh! Sorry my posts are getting so short. Nothing really to talk about >.<)

((Lol. It's fine.)) Jarrob felt his anger swell from inside him. Didn't she realize that the only reasons demons were so violent was to protect themselves from those like herself? But of course not. Surely she had been raised in the biased ways of her kind. She didn't know any better. But he, Jarrob, wasn't going to correct her. No, he wasn't going to give the thing the satisfaction in knowing she had gotten to him. Instead, he raised his right had, cupping it. A red flame flared up. He smiled down at her. "But of course we are." Jarrob released the ball of fire, wretching his leg away.

Scarlett was now screaming. No, not out loud. Just inside. Her expression might have gave it away, though. Her eyes, at first were like plates. If she were the demon, she would see her face as priceless. Yet, the thing was, she, truly, and honestly, couldn't fly. If she could, by now she wouldn't be afraid of heights. Oh yeah, especially when you're falling from them. And especially, especially high ones. Like now.
Scarlett had no idea what to do, due to the fact there was a demon above her, (With wings!) she was falling from a quite high height, and, of course, don't forget the ball of fire. There was nothing to grab, or grasp, but air. That was when she hatched the idea, which might help a whole lot, or fail horribly. She threw the knife at his wing. If it hit, he would start falling too, so they'd both be in trouble. If it missed....She was weaponless, and injured.
"If you're watching, God...Please let this work."
She muttered, so quietly she could barely even hear. Of course, she would have said something in angel tongue, but of course, she wasn't quite old enough, and she barely knew anything, since her Father refused to tell her until she was eighteen...She'd always resent him for that.

Jarrob watched her fall with pure delight. The thing couldn't fly after all. Oh, this was just too good! A ground-bound angel, how amusing. He was so caught up in the hilarity of it all, he didn't see the knife until it was practically at him. And then, it was too late. Much too late. The knife struck through his wing, caatching him off guard, sending him plummeting downwards. When he ffinally struck the ground with a heart stopping jolt, Jarrob began to sit up, resulting in a searing pain in his left wing. the knife was pinning him to the ground.

Scarlett was overjoyed. Overjoyed to the point she didn't notice how much pain she would have felt if she wasn't so overjoyed when she hit the ground. She, taking advantage of the situation, stood up, and made her way over to the pinned demon, limping, because of the impact of the fall on her ankle, which now had come rushing in, as soon as she moved it.
This is going to be hard to explain...
She thought, as she easily got the demon in a full guard.
"So? Still wanna fight me?"
She asked, resting her arm across his neck.
"Because this is your last chance."

Jarrob's head was swarming with ache. He probable just hadn't noticed it before because he was so hooked up on his wing. He couldn't carry on; he probably had a concussion. He just... couldn't. Jarrob felt the cool skin of the angel girl on his neck. All she had to do was pull the knife from his wing, sticking instead in his chest. Or head. Or, hey, she could just tighten that arm around his neck. Even if he fought back, she was in better shape. All this time, Jarrob had no way to know how pale his face was. Death never looked more certain. Sure, he could heal fast, but only with treatment. Jarrob knew that this was probably the time when he should make a speech addressing her, just like how all battles end, even though their own only lasted for a few minutes. He gazed up at her face, eyes glazing over in a way he could not identify the source. "Why continue when the battle is already so clearly won? My life is in your hands, O Holy One. End it." Normally this would be the time when he'd bow to her, bow to death, but given the circumstances... Jarrob inclined his head forward, accepting his fate. There was no better way to go down.

Scarlett sighed.
"No, I'm not going to kill you, that's not the right thing to do..."
She leaned in closer to him, her eyes starring intensely into his.
"But if this ever happens again, I won't hesitate."
She got off of him, and took the knife out of his wing. Even if he wasn't pinned anymore, he surely wasn't going to have the strength to get her back...Much less the courage. His face was so pale, it was even a bit amusing. Scarlett picked up her stuff, and limped out the door. Now she just needed to think something up about her ankle...and why she was so late getting home.

Jarrob lay still, thouroughly shell-shocked. He was certain that it was readable on his face, too. What had just happened? Had he seriosly just been spared by an angel? But that could not be. Angels were vicious and merciless by nature. Crawling to the doors, as to prevent further head injury, Jarrob watched the girl go, his heart hammering with adrenline, his head swarming with confusion. And ache. Knowing he couldn't return home in his state, he flicked out his iPhone. Dead. Swearing under his breath, Jarrob slid the phone back into his pocket. It was clear what he had to do. After much effort, he had managed to recollect his cloths and pull himself onto a bench in the lobby. Speaking in a low chant, demon tongue, he cast a spell around himself so that the mortals wouldn't be able to see him. It had always seemed odd to him, though, that these spells never afffected angels or other demons. With a shrug, Jarrob lay back, falling into a restless sleep. ((If you want, you can have her go home and explain and then TS to the next school morning, your choice.))

(Alright.)

Scarlett sighed deeply. She had no idea what she was going to say to her parents. How would she be able to come up with a story this quick?! Her house was only a few blocks away from the school. Even when she was limping, she should get there in less then five minutes. Though, it also didn't help the fact her foot was aching more than she thought was possible, as she lugged it along.
She groaned quietly, the more she walked, the more it hurt. She wasn't going to be able to focus on excuses if this pain didn't let up. Plus, it wasn't like she could stop, she was already going to be quizzed when she got home...Hopefully it was just her Mom. She happened to be less strict, and ask less specific questions.
Scarlett took a deep breath, then started to force herself to think of something.
...What should I say about my ankle? I really shouldn't tell the truth, considering the fact that Dad might get raged...and...stuff could happen. She spared the demon for a reason. Perhaps I can say I tripped? And I was late because I tripped, and I lost my phone?
Quickly, realizing she might have actually lost her phone, she slipped her hand into her pocket, only to find it wasn't there.
"At least it helps on my side."
She muttered, so quietly she could barely hear. Shaking her head slightly, Scarlett went back to thinking.
But I really don't want to lie...And that would be a lot of lies. Maybe...Maybe I could pretend it didn't happen? As if I never hurt my ankle?
She nodded quickly at the thought, knowing it would hurt, but it was worth avoiding the lie. Now she just needed to think about her back up story. How about she was studying? She was about to shake her head at the idea, but it was too late, she was already at her doorstep. Holding her breath, Scarlett gently placed her foot on the ground, starting to put pressure on it as she turned the door knob. She hissed silently, and quickly opened the door, releasing a gust of wind in her direction, as it blew back her blonde hair. The pain was tremendous, and that was an understatement. A very large understatement.
Pressing her teeth into her lip to distract her from her foot, she finally noticed her Mother, who was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, and her eyebrows arched. She had a phone in one hand, and a half eaten chocolate bar in the other.
"Hi, Mom."
Scarlett gave a crooked smile, more like a I'm sorry smile, then a smile at all. She narrowed her eyebrows,
"How come you came home so late today?"
She asked, taking a bite of the chocolate bar.
"..I-I was studying."
Scarlett wasn't the best liar around. Her Mom walked towards her.
"Studying? It's the first day of school, what could you have possibly studied?"
She sunk her teeth deeper into her lip.
"...Rules? Yes, rules! I was studying the rules."
She sighed, shaking her head, and placing her hand on Scarlett's shoulder.
"You know what? Whatever thing you did, don't tell me. It's not my job to get into your life...Well...Part of the time. But, just don't let this happen again, okay?"
Scarlett let out a sigh of great relief, and nodded, jogging to her room, putting most of the pressure on the ankle she didn't hurt. Quickly, without a sound, she swiftly hopped onto her bed. The first thing she did was rip off her shoes, and socks, and squeeze her ankle. It didn't ease the pain, but at least it made her feel like she was easing it. She could swear it was throbbing, but under no circumstances was she going to tell her parents about this...Where was Dad, anyway? She'd find out sooner or later.
Scarlett held her ankle for quite some time, watching the digital clock on her nightstand tick until it displayed 10:00. Now, it was dark in her room. She didn't bother to turn the lights on when she came in, so now, she was just sitting in utter silence, not to mention darkness. Though, her eyes were still adjusted, so she could still see the small details of her room.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening and closing, and footsteps.
Must be Dad.
She thought, wondering why he was home so late. Shrugging, she carefully propped herself beneath the covers, and fell to sleep.



Scarlett had decided to take the bus today. Not only was it more convenient, but she wasn't in the mood to walk today. Neither was her foot. Though, it was feeling better, but that was probably because at about two in the morning she 'borrowed' one of her Dad's books, and found the word heal in angel tongue. It helped, but it didn't necessarily heal it all the way. She was only sixteen, either way.
Soon, she was leading herself out of the bus. It didn't hurt as bad to walk on it either, but that didn't mean it still didn't hurt. If you looked close enough, you could notice she was walking rather oddly. Not that it mattered. When she was walking into the school, she stifled a laugh, spotting the demon sleeping on a bench in the lobby.
How amusing.
She thought, as she walked by him.

The night couldn't exactly have been called a restful one. His head had pounded all night; he'd thrown up more than once, proof of his predicted concussion. So it really wasn't his fault when the students started strreaming in, and he wanted to blow them into oblivion. Jarrob kept his eyes closed, only opening them when he heard a small chuckle. Prying them open, he saw the girl passing by. Sitting up quickly, he rretracted his healed wing, despite some missing feathers. Jarrob pulled his shirt over his head. As he did so, something fell from the clump that was his shirt. A cell phone. With a sigh, he peered at the retreating head of the angel-girl. It had to be hers; it probably fell out of her pocket last night and got mixed with his stuff. Jarrob bit his lip as the bell for homeroom rang. Normally he'd keep it, destroy it maybe for a laugh, but he supposed that the least he could do was return it to her undamaged. Jarrob kept his invisible cover up. He wouldn't "get to school" until second period or so. For now, though, he strode through the empty halls, knowing she had gym first period. Of course, he'd have to wait until class was over; who'd want to miss gym? Instead Jarrob sat against the wall directly across from the door and waited.