A Touch Of Pepperspray (COMPLETED) (To be edited/rewritten)

Chapter Three

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I am here, learning. In school. With all these delicious people around me. But I shall not eat. Yet. It's like standing in a food court. The smell surrounds you, makes your mouth water. But you have no money at that moment, and so you resist the temptation.

All in good time, I tell myself. All in good time. Why am I waiting? Becuase if I have just joined school here, and everyone suddenly dies the minute I set foot in the school, don't you think it would be suspicious? And I prefer not to be thrown into what you call jail. Yes, I know. I am so smart.

I am outside my first class, as the shrill annoying bell rings right in my very sensitive ears. Out of anger I grab the first thing in reach, hurling it with all my strength at the stupid red bell. The object hits the bell with a loud bang and both the bell and the object topple to the floor.

I am still annnoyed at the bell so I stomp and jump angrily on the bell, effectively smashing it into tiny pieces. Springs and other mechanisms fling out of the irritating thing. Once it is successfully destroyed beyond repare I stop jumping on it. I look up to see a student staring at me, frozen in spot. I look down and realize the object I had thrown at the now wrecked bell was the students books.

"Heh...heh.... sorry...." I trail off awkwardly, picking up his books and handing them back to him. He just remains there his arms out, staring at me. I put the books back in his arms, some-what gently. He blinks and slowly tilts his head down to see the books are now back in his arms. His eyes then snap up to meet mine and he begins backing away at a remarkable speed. I am surprised he hasn't fallen yet, at the speed he's going at. Then he turns and begins to run away.

"WAIT!!!" I call after him. "DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND?!!!" I scream after him. He shows no reaction other than running faster, to get away from me.

"I'LL TAKE THAT AS A MAYBE!!"

Turning I walk into my class, I don't want to be late on my first day of school. I'm already making friends! Kind of....

I take a seat at the back of the class. The class fills up and the second bell goes when the teacher walks in.

"Ah yes! We have a new student! Jazz? Would you please come up to the front of the class and say some things about yourself." She says. Clever, she leaves no room for arguement in the sentence. So reluctantly I get up and think about what I am going to say. I could say I like to eat people, but for some reason I don't think that would go down well. So, once again, I improvise. Properly this time.

"Well, I have black hair," I say, and here someone say,

"No shit, Sherlock." But I ignore them.

"and blue eyes, I think. Yes, I think. Because I can't very well look myself in the eye can I? Oh! And I'm tall. Either that or you are all short." Then I cooly stroll back to me seat. Everyone turns to stare at me. Some with amusement on their faces, some red in the face from trying not to laugh and some who look like they're thinking: 'who is this dumbass?' Those people are very rude, I think.

I deliberately look at the teacher, ignoring them. But the teacher is also staring at me. So I scan the class and see the three girls I have met before. All three of them have recognition plain on their faces, accompliced with amusement at me introduction. But only one of them look at me like I'm different. Like I'm a puzzle that she can't figure out. Like I'm not normal, which I'm not. She is the only observant one. Maybe she will be the first to firgure out what I am. Perhaps I shall let her live, just to see what she will do.

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(RIVER's POV)

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There's something wrong with him, something different. I have no idea what the hell it is. But I intend to find out. Of course everyone else will just think he's a weirdo like the last new kid we had join our class. He left by the way. Just saying. Though this, Jazz, as he calls himself is not like the other new kid, he's a different kind of weird. Normal, but weird. Funny, but strange. Hot, but down to earth. Normal, but out of this world.

That last thought was definitely correct. We figured that out when we first met him. When Tricia was holding down his invisble form. We're just lucky she saw him, well his outline anyway, because I have no idea what he was doing looming up behind us like that. There's something familiar, yet new about the action. Like I've seen it before, but never been on the receiving side.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much. I tend to do that. I suspect everyone, even if they've done nothing. Some call it paranoia, but I call it smart. You never know who you can trust and who you can't. It's better not to trust anyone too much, before they go and betray you. The only person I do trust, more than anything is God.

But back to the matter at hand. Who is Jazz? What's he doing here? Why does he have that evil glint in his eye right now? Why is it that when he looks at everyone around him, he doesn't see them as his own kind? He looks at us like we're things, objects. But yet, if you look closely enough, you can see that small speck of nerves, or desparation. Like you would see from anyone going into a new environment, trying something new. Maybe I am thinking too much.

I look around and realise the teacher has started the lesson, and everyone is facing the front. How long have I been thinking? I really need to stop doing that. I cast one more quick glance at Jazz, and see him staring at me. A small smile on his face. Like he knows something I don't and he's just going to rub in the fact that I want to know but have no idea what it is. Shaking my head I turn back to the front and try my best to focus on the lesson.

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(Jazz's POV)

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She knows, there's something off with me that's for sure. Pretty obvious with her staring at me with that calculating look for the past five minutes. Yes, I was timing. This is going to be fun! Might as well make this highschool experience the best it can be, before I have to eat them. I think I might save her for last.

Let the games begin!

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NOTE: If it doesn't say who's pov it is in the beginning then it is Jazz's, I will say who's it is if it's not Jazz's.

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