A/N: Here's the second chapter! R&R. Enjoy!

I am the DJ

Roddy sat in class trying to pay attention, but unable to get that Jagerbar out of his head. It was rare for other Wesen to mingle to associate with Reinigen, even more so for Jagerbars. He just didn't get it and it was bugging the hell out of him.

What did that guy think he'd accomplish? Okay, sure, he did help Roddy out, but he could have taken care of Carter himself. He did it before and he could do it again. Did the bear want something? Did he want to make Roddy feel as though he owed him? Fat chance of that happening. All Roddy owed him was a punch to the face. There was no way that Carter would let him live down the fact that the guy had helped him, and that would mean more hell to pay. As if he didn't pay enough already.

"Mr. Geiger." The teacher's voice brought Roddy back. Sitting up in his seat, Roddy cleared his throat.

"Yes, sir?" The teacher looked a bit annoyed and Roddy could feel the lecture coming on.

"Answer the question, Mr. Geiger." Roddy blinked. What was the question?

"What was the question, again, sir?" His classmates laughed at him while his teacher sighed. Great. Roddy hated being laughed at and treated like dirt.

"Pay closer attention next time, Mr. Geiger." And with that, the teacher resumed the lesson, but the snickers and whispers didn't stop. Roddy felt eyes staring at him and he wished that they'd stop. He got stared at and laughed at everyday and it got old real fast.

Twenty minutes later, the bell rang and Roddy was more than grateful. Only one class was left before the day was out and that was P.E. Part of him was grateful because the gym was right by the front doors of the school. Another part dreaded it because Carter was in his class along with his cronies. And so was Sarah. That made it even worse because she'd either give him looks of pity or she'd act like he didn't exist at all. So yeah, he hated gym class more than he liked being able to leave right away. He grabbed his gym bag from his locker before heading towards the locker room.

The bell rang just as he made his way inside. With his head down, Roddy made his way to the farthest corner of the locker room, well aware that Carter was watching him and talking about him to his friends. Setting his gym bag on the bench, Roddy quickly changed before he followed the others out to the gym, He stood in back, away from the direct line of sight of the teacher, and Roddy listened as he explained what they'd be doing.

"You lot will be doing figure eights in the balcony before we head outside for Frisbee golf. I'll cut the music when it's time to stop."

The music began and they began to job up to the balcony to do their figure eights. Jocks, both boys and girls, led the pack of course, and were followed by the other popular kids who weren't into sports. Carter and Sarah were among them and Roddy couldn't help but glare at them as he ran.

After about ten minutes or so, the music stopped and the teacher ushered them out to the field for Frisbee golf. They were told to form groups of no more than three. Roddy, of course, was left on his own yet again. Being poor and friendless had its draw backs. At least, he had believed that he was on his own.

"Looks like it's just you and me." Roddy froze and his brown eyes narrowed as they glared up at the Jagerbar. He had no idea that the other Wesen was in his gym class.

"You weren't in this class before, so why're you here?" The bear barely batted an eye lash.

"Things are…complicated. I'm Barry, by the way. Barry Rabe." Roddy's eyes immediately went to the Jagerbar's face. He looked vaguely familiar. His name had certainly been thrown around a lot for the past couple of months. Although Roddy had never actually seen Barry Rabe before now, he was infamous in the school. Needless to say, what Roddy had heard hadn't been very good.

"Wait, so…so you're Barry Rabe?" Barry gave him a tight, empty smile before throwing his Frisbee at the first pole. He hit it on his first try.

"Are you more surprised by the fact that I'm a criminal or that I'm a Jagerbar?" Roddy shrugged, not really sure. Barry picked up his Frisbee and they walked to the area with the second pole. Or, rather, close enough that the bear could hit it with another single toss. As he wasn't a huge sports fan or into sports in general, Roddy didn't even throw his Frisbee.

"Dunno. But I do know that I'm still pissed about this morning. I'm not a lost puppy, y'know. I've fended them off before." Barry chuckled softly. They made it to hole three and the taller teen hadn't missed once. Now Roddy really didn't want to try.

"Getting help isn't something you should be ashamed of." Holes four and five went down without a fight, just like the ones before them.

"I'm not ashamed of it, okay? I just didn't need it. Never have, never will. It's as simple as that." They continued through the 'golf course', all of the other students ahead of them and out of earshot.

"So, what exactly did you do anyways?" Roddy asked Barry. "Was it that stupid Roh-hatz thing you Jagerbar do or somethin'?"

"You know about that?" Barry looked at him with surprise etched on his face. The Reinigen shrugged.

"I may be a rat, but I'm not ignorant. I've learned a few things." Mostly thanks to Monroe, but Roddy didn't say that. Barry eyed him for a moment before he reluctantly nodded.

"Yeah… It was the Roh-hatz." Roddy wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse.

"You should have figured that that'd get you into trouble. Were you stupid or something?" Roddy asked him, feeling genuinely curious. Barry shot him a glare that made him cringe. He really needed to learn when to keep his big mouth shut; it would probably save his life someday.

"My mom wanted me to appreciate and honor my heritage. And because I got careless, she was almost killed." Roddy stared up at him, feeling slightly guilty for making the Jagerbar mad.

"Sorry. Jesus, calm down. I didn't know." They finished up just in time to hear the teacher tell everyone to hit the showers. Barry handed the Frisbee over to the teacher.

"Yeah. Nobody does." He stalked away before Roddy could say another word and that made the rat feel even more guilty.