High school, superstar; Lacrosse Captain Jackson Whittemore had just parked his car, grabbed his bag, and started walking towards the front entrance of Beacon Hills when his dark brown eyes noticed a light brunette with thick natural blonde streaks styled in a razor cut that went down to her upper back standing, rather leaning against the near by tree that stood next to the Beacon Hills High school sign. Speechless; Jackson noticed the girl resembled the newbie from the photo the principal had given him in order to find his tutoree, or rather the girl he'd be baby sitting as he called it.
"Would you happen to be Jo Wyatt?" Jackson asked as he found his missing voice, she smiled a bit, and nodded
" Etiam, noluit quod me, Autem vos sunt?" She replied in Latin, Jackson rose a brow now slightly confused
"Um come again?" She laughed this time
"Yes, that would be me, And you are?"
"Oh Name's Jackson. I take it English isn't your native language"
"Oh, but it is"
"Care to explain?"
"I can speak English, Latin, Dutch, and French"
"So what language was that earlier?"
"Latin, comes second nature to me"
"I see, so your Jo Wyatt?"
"I go by many name's yes that's true, but Jo isn't my birth name"
"Whatever"
"Attitude much, looks like you need to get laid" At this Jackson narrowed his dark brown eyes at Prue
"Why you little brat!" Jackson yelled, Prue side stepped, and caused Jackson to land on his face 'This isn't over!"
"Oh, I know tis just the beginning mea, amicus" Prue laughed as she waited for the older male to get to his feet as Jackson did he charged at her
"Duratus, ego mandatum te" Prue said, right than Jackson froze in his mid attack 'Now what to do' Prue thought to herself as she looked at the male called Jackson as an idea popped into her head she gathered what spell she what need in order to do it 'Recensere te a hominis ut puer per vestimentum in retrorsum' And with a flick of her wrist, Jackson's currently clothing was gone, and he now wore Dean's current outfit. With a smile on her face; Prue rose her hands into the air, and parted them in front of Jackson, which unfroze him 'Hmm much better looking now' Jackson eyed her with caution
"What the f. . . . Did you do?"
"That's for me to know; Superstar" And with that said; Prue walked into the front doors of her newest high school with a confused Jackson Whittemore running after her...