I'm wondering which will be more popular, this Xiaolin Showdown fic, or my other one. This one is really just a little bit of fun, seeing as I think that their characters fit so well into a High School situation I couldn't help myself from dabbling.

I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, but the OC is mine. I hope you all enjoy, follow, favourite, review if you like! Thanks :D

Beams of soft white light filtered through the glass of Jack's beat up black van, it was painted with his trademark yellow and red swirls on the sides and currently was full of the equipment for his project in college. It had been a long time since he had started making these, and today was assessment day. He was going to pass he knew that much, but seeing as his teacher hated his guts for basically calling him out on his inaccuracies in his lecture.

He could understand that to an extent.

Sighing softly, he stopped the car and rested his head for a few moments on the top of his steering wheel. He was not looking forwards to going in to college today, there were so many other things that he could be doing like focusing on becoming the next Steve Jobs to take over the world with some new craze of technology.

Unfortunately the thing he had made for his assessment was not going to be that thing that changed the world, well…he hoped not. An automatic bed making machine was not going to revolutionise the world but it would allow him to get through the first year of mechanics.

From here even he could see the cheerleaders beginning to do their warm ups and he truly did want to stay in his van without having to walk past them. Ashley was the 'head cheerleader' or whatever you called them and found it satisfying to make his life a misery along with her lackeys who he hadn't bothered to remember the names of. Instead whenever it became needed he assigned them numbers in his head.

As he ran his hand through his hair, Jack let out an aggravated sigh and opened the door to his van, right into the approaching moped.

"Ah shit!" he cursed, jumping out of the car to help the person on the moped he had almost brained because he wasn't looking at what he was doing. Gently he wrapped his hand around their upper arm and tugged them up from the pavement, blocking them from the jeering taunts of the cheerleaders who just had to have witnessed that.

"Are you alright?" he asked "My bad…I wasn't paying attention."

"Ow." The person sniffled, tugging off their helmet and revealing a great shimmering mass of white blonde hair "That stung like a bitch!"

It was then that Jack saw the criss cross of red scrape marks down the side of her cheek, and the drip of purple red blood slipping down her pale skin. Way to start the day off Jack, mutilating a girl. A new girl most likely seeing as he had never seen her before. He would have definitely remembered seeing her before. Deciding it was better to help, instead of just staring, Jack helped her to her feet and sheepishly ruffled his hair.

"Come on I'll uhm, take you to the nurse."

"No no, I'm fine really." She protested, while she took out a small monogrammed handkerchief from her jacket pocket and dabbed at her nose, clearing up the blood "Just, watch where you're going next time." She sighed.

As she slung her bag over her shoulder, Jack caught the scent of vanilla on the air and blinked softly. He still felt bad for what he had done but, if she didn't want to go to the nurse she didn't want to go, it wasn't like he could force her. His door slammed shut and Jack promptly jogged to catch up to her as she made her way through the reception metal detectors towards one of the smaller break areas. It seemed like she didn't like to hang around too many people either.

"Hey uhm, I've not seen you around before." Jack stated, his voice slightly raised "You new or something?"

The girl stopped, and she turned her head slightly to smile at him; "Yeah I am new, I'm trying to find homeroom but uh, I don't have a clue where I'm going. I didn't take anything in on the tour that they gave me a few days ago."

Excellent! Jack thought to himself, his trademark goofy grin appearing on his lips, which seemed to make her smile back in amusement. As he righted his expression, he stuck out his hand and waited for her to give him her timetable, he could at least help her find her homeroom even if she was going to be teased for showing up like that.

"I'll help you find it." He mumbled shyly "Just give me your time table."

"Oh uh, thank you!" she smiled brightly and opened up her satchel bag, on it was written 'The Cambridge Satchel Company' he observed with a raised eyebrow but didn't comment "Here you go."

This was beginning to seem like some crazy movie cliché, she was in his home room as well? Although he was completely fine with that, Jack thought that it was a little creepy. Maybe he could actually make a good friend with this newbie, she wouldn't know about his reputation yet and might just be able to look past it unlike all the other losers who seemed content to ignore him.

"You're in my home room, I'll walk you there if you just give me a minute. I'm going out to smoke, come with me if you want." He hummed, taking out his lighter and flicking it on and off as he headed to one of the smoking areas, which was where he had actually been heading. It was in the same direction as their classroom anyway.

"Sure I'll tag along I guess."

Gently her hand reached out and took the timetable back. They both were wearing gloves, he noticed with a small smirk. Whereas his were leather, and fingerless, hers were white lace. His smirk didn't seem to go unnoticed, and the girl blushed a little bit. Maybe this was his lucky day, God knows he's been due one of them for a while.

Fresh air assaulted his senses when he emerged from the hallway, holding the door open for her as he passed out into the smoking area. It was empty. Probably because everyone knew it was his smoking area therefore decided to use the other one. Producing the crumpled packet from his pocket he held it out to her with a grin, he could see that she hesitated before taking one from the packet.

"Not a smoker huh?" he chuckled softly, as he flipped open his lighter again, striking a flame and lighting his cigarette.

"How did you guess?" she asked with a soft smile, as she gingerly popped the cigarette back into the packet.

"Good call. Gross habit."

"How come you're allowed to smoke then?" she asked with a faux upset gaze, hey, this girl was pretty fun he remarked to himself. Then again, Jack Spicer, Robotic Genius never had much experience with girls, they could all be this fun.

"Because I'm already a gross kinda guy, no point in letting you go downhill with me." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her, which got her to laugh a rather tinkling laugh. It was pleasant, and didn't sound fake at all, which meant she probably wasn't humouring him.

"I'm Darcie, by the way. Darcie Vane." She introduced herself, her smile had a touch of shyness to it which made Jack feel oddly powerful for a change. She was relying on him to actually tell her what to do, who to avoid, where to go. It was nice.

"Jack Spicer." He stated with a nod in her direction, as he took a deep drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out into the wind. His whole body relaxed, surrendering to the sweet toxins within the cigarette, opening himself up to the corrupting tar. It was one of the only things that managed to make him feel slightly uplifted – it was the addictive substances he knew but, better smoking than taking other stuff.

"So uhm…what course are you on Jack?"

"I'm doing a course in engineering." He stated with a little roll of his eyes, more like he was teaching the course himself his instructor was so bloody useless "I've got an assignment due in today, period 5, then I get to go home. What did you pick?"

The cigarette burnt down, lower and lower. Jack waited to hear what she had picked, however it did surprise him a little bit when he heard what she had selected. As he threw the butt of the cigarette on the sandy floor, he stubbed it out, not caring his converse were covered in fine grains of brown sand afterwards.

"I'm doing a course in philosophy." Darcie admitted with a shy smile "Nothing as useful as engineering, I can assure you but, I like the subject myself."

As he was about to reply, Jack was interrupted by the electronic 'ding dong' of the college bell sounding, meaning that they had a few minutes to get to their home room. Sighing in slight irritation at that fact, Jack motioned for Darcie to follow him. He would be hard to lose with his bright red hair, and crimson Frankenstein shirt but, just in case he made sure to stick by her side until they were at their room. 10-C. He watched as Darcie pushed down the handle, looked nervously up at him with her large green eyes before opening the door and stepping inside.