She smirked as she looked at them and then focused on Jack. For an oddball she considered Jack to be very attractive. He was very polite and had an old way about him. He spoke very proper english and dressed very refined.He had jet black hair which was messy and short, but certain strands were long enough to spilled over his vibrant green eyes.
"Miss Kellings, would you care to share with the class where it is that JTR commited his murders?"
Mary's head snapped towards her professor.
"Huh?"
She blinked, obvisiously unaware of what the professor was talking about.
"JTR. Where he commited his murders."
Mary bit down on her lower lip, but Jack came to her aid.
"Professor Jameson, perhaps if you didn't abbrivate his name, our darling Mary wouldn't be so confused."
"Perhaps so, but if she were paying attention she would know the answer."
"Well, allow me to assist her. JTR...Meaning Jack The Ripper."
Mary's eyebrows cocked up as if she had remembered almost instantly.
"OH!! Um... In London."
"Could we be more specific Miss Kellings?"
"Whitechapel!"
"Very Well."
The professors rambling faded in the background as Mary smiled at Jack, who was smiling as well. She blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it and slip it into his chest pocket.
The bell rang and the class poured out quickly, Mary & Jack were the last to leave. She stood in her chair and watched as Jack held the door for Mary and then procceeded to follow after her. Before he fully walked out the room, Jack turned around and looked at her. His eyes seemed to pierce right into her as she felt a shiver creep down her spine.
"Jill? Is everything alright?"
Jill's eyes slid to the professor as she quickly stood up from her seat and slipped her bag onto her shoulder.
"Oh, um...Yeah. I'm fine, just got caught up in this book."
"And which book would that be?"
Jill glanced to the classroom door, but it was shut and Jack no longer stood in the passageway. She took a deep breath as she walked to her teacher and handed him the book.
"The Cases That Haunt Us. Very good book, how deep are you into it?"
"Oh, I just started it actually...Well, I was trying to."
"But were distracted by our own mysterious yet noble Jack."
Jill felt her cheeks flush as she took the book from the teacher's hands and slipped it into her bag.
"Your attraction is rather noticable, I just hope it doesn't interrfere with your class work. Afterall, you fought very hard to be accepted into this class."
"Nothing can distract me from this course professor. JTR is my passion."
"So I've noticed. You have the potential to become a wonderful Ripperologist."
"I can only hope so."
The bell rang to indicate the beginning of next period.
"You should run along, you don't want to be late to your Theories & Motives class."
"Oh yeah, you're right. I'll see you tomorrow professor Jameson."
Jill quickly jogged to the door and left the classroom, bumping into Jack and dropping her bag.
"Shit.."
She looked up as she cursed and her eyes met those radiant green ones.
"Forgive me, I should've watched where I was going."
Suddenly, as if in a trace, her voice dropped.
"Oh, no...It's fine."
He knelt down and picked up her bag and her book that fell out. He slowly stood as she took the bag from him. Finally standing he looked at her book before holding it out to her.
"Looking back, I suppose he did give birth to the 20th century, huh?"
She took the book and smiled, recalling the beginning of the movie "From Hell", one of her favorite movies. She slipped the book into her bag.
"He definately defined history as we know it."
"Heh...Well you should get to class...You're late already."
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. You're probably late too."
"Nope. I've decided to skip out on class today."
"My my, you're a bad boy around you?"
"No malady, I'm merely a restless soul in need of a refreshing change in my routine."
His words seemed to stroke her soul as she smiled.
"Would it be out of my place if I were to ask you if you would care to join me?"
she snapped out of her daze as she realized he was inviting her to spend time with him. Alone. Just the two of them. She stood there quite for a minute just looking at him.
"Perhaps I was out of place. Forgive me. Good day to you."
He turned and began to walk away.
"Wait!"
Jack stopped in his tracks and turned to face her, the lights from the window behind him nearly blinded Jill and made Jack seem to just be a shadow.
"I could use a change for once myself."
"Very well then. Join me."
He extended his hand as she began walking to him slowly, feeling as if she was accepting the devil's invitation but couldn't resist. She looked at his hand as she placed her's in it and then looked up at him. His eyes caught hers in a trance as he smiled and looped her arm in his and began to walk down the hall.