It has been over a decade since that hot August night. Time has changed
many things and for once it seemed to the Zyn and Stone family that it was
for the better. Raven had adopted Zyn officially as her last name when she
discovered getting the twins into school without a surname was going to be
quite complicated. But that was a long time ago and now the teenaged twins
were past the awkwardly cute toddler stage we last saw them at. They had
aged and were a far cry from the immature children we once knew.
"Get the fuck out of my room!"
"Blow me!"
"Jerk off!"
"Bitch!"
...okay...maybe not that far.
"Can I borrow your cover-up?"
"Want some eye liner too?"
"Yea you have any blue?"
The teenage boy turned to see his sister looking at him unsurely, a tube of cover-up in her one hand, "Geez Anya I'm joking..." She tossed him the tube of makeup before shrugging, talking as if they hadn't just been screaming at one another at the top of their lungs, "Hey you're the one who was wearing hot pink nail polish last week...I don't know what freaky stuff you're into any more."
"They were pink because YOU painted them while I was sleeping."
"Serves your right for putting olive oil in my shampoo."
Alex gave a loud laugh before snatching a bottle of hair gel from her and dumping an ample glob of the yellow gunk into his hand. He began to spike his hair with one hand and sensing his twin's distress through their connection lashed out the other to grab the dragon choker her knew was beside him. With a relived grin Anya latched it about her neck, "Thank yee kindly 'Lex."
"Welcome Anie"
A few minutes later the twins finally emerged from Anya's room and made their way into the kitchen where a large black man sat reading a new paper and drinking his morning coffee. Anya and Alex were not the only ones to have changed that was for sure. Age was treating Victor Stone quite kindly it seems and technology had been even kinder. The procedure developed nearly 5 years prior had allowed skin to be graphed over the metallic bone and muscle structure. For the first time in years Victor could look in the mirror and see what used to be. A new eye had been constructed to be placed over the cybernetic red one hiding any and all evidence that Mr. Stone might be anything other then your average every day man. Not to say he no longer was a force to be reckoned with, Cyborg had remained just that and was still fully equipped with his insane strength as well as a full weapon arsenal within his two arms. But none of that was needed...not any more. Things were peaceful and the world's need for heroes had waded over to the shallow end of the demand pool.
Hearing their entrance Victor looked up giving a defeated groan when he caught site of the now teenaged Anya. She was dressed in a pleated mini skirt which was a red and black plaid pattern. Her black tank top which reached only a few inches below her chest allowed her to show off a flat toned stomach, her belly button, equipped with a brand new navel piercing glinting in the ceiling fan's light. She had a leather black jacket draped over her one shoulder and her long manicured nails currently the same color as her skirt worked soundlessly to tie the long lace on a pair of heavy heeled boots which came up to her knees. Victor said a silent prayer of thanks that her mother had kept from buying those fish nets otherwise he might have lost it.
Alex was dressed far more then his sister in a pair of blue baggy jeans and a black tee-shirt which read "Vegetarian Diet" (a picture of a foaming mug of beer on it...neither Raven nor Victor had been overly happy his outfit either). "Morning Uncle Victor!" he yelled out in a sing songy voice before stealing a piece of toast from his plate. Victor gave him a glare and tried to snatch back his toast but Anya on his other side gave him a kiss on the cheek "Morning Unkie Vic."
"Morning Princess...hey give back my toast!"
Anya had already popped it into her mouth and chewed as she used her hands to fix her other boot. Seeing he had lost Victory sighed and went to eat the bowl of warm cereal he had set out to find it gone. He glared across the kitchen at his "nephew" who sat cross legged on the counter eating his oatmeal. Giving a sigh of defeat her went to drink his coffee only to have it snatched away as Raven came hurrying into the room.
"Thank you Victor."
"...no problem."
Time had also been kind to the half demon. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant twisted ponytail and though she had passed the horrid age of 30 she barely looked a day of 22. She was dressed for work looked quite frazzled...as frazzled as Raven can look that is. She was on her way to the door when she whirled about, "Alright....first day of school...no fighting. No Making out with random people in the hallways. No cutting class. Don't set anything on fire especially other students. No drinking. No Powers."
The twins nodded and started to walk towards the door when it glowed black and slammed in their faces. The turned and gave a tired look to their mother who was glaring at them.
"Don't think I don't know what you two are planning. I don't care if its legal now so don't argue with me. If either of you dares to smoke up at school I will make sure you regret it."
"Geez get caught once and you're branded for life."
Victory raised his eyes and stared coldly at the boy, "Alexzander she's not kidding...and when she through with you I'M gonna make you both regret it." Both twins paled if at all possible considering their already ghostly complexion. They nodded slowly before making their way out the door. Before they could leave though, they each flicked their wrists a fedora hat appearing both their hands as if out of thin air. With a quick tap they placed their hats on their heads and left. The adults stood staring at the spot they once stood in before Raven sighed and retread to grab her purse, "I give them 3 hours before we get a call."
"....I give 'em 30 minutes."
Meanwhile along the streets a dark colored van rattled quietly pulling up slowly in front of the building. Inside sat a teenaged girl her green hair pulled into a tight braid her blue eyes slightly wide with fear. Biting her low lip nervously she tried to fix her skirt again even though it was perfectly straight and creaseless. Next to her a boy smirked and grabbed her hand setting down at her side. Her gaze turned to this boy who smiled at her gently, "You'll be fine Jamie. Stop stressing." This girl Jamie granted him a glare, "Easy for you to say...You at least had freshmen year." The teenager next to her shrugged and brushed some stray dark red almost black hair away from his blue eyes, "Yea but that was Jump City...a dinky high school like that is nothing compared to this." He was quite handsome with a slight build, but the girl Jamie didn't seem to really care. After all she'd known Zachary since they were babies. His eyes were a bright shiny blue and almost seemed to radiate into the white...maybe because it really did. But as I said Jamie took little to no notice of all of this. Especially since the van had stopped. They had arrived at ground zero and looking nervously to the front seat where her mother sat, she started to disembark. Her mother smiled reassuringly her blond bangs pulled tightly away from her blue eyes, "Jamie sweetie you'll be fine." Zak smiled and put his arm around her shoulder, "Don't worry Mrs. Logan. I'll look after her." Tara Logan nodded, "I know you will Zak." With a happy smile she rolled up the van window and sped off leaving her daughter, and her best friend to stand before Gotham High.
Jamie had never been to a high school before.
Jamie Logan, daughter of the former Titans Garfield Logan and Tara Markov (Logan), had been home schooled since eight grade when her parents had traveled to Egypt for an expedition that called for Tara's expertise in excavation. A year in Egypt had kept Jamie from ever attending real high school. But that was then and this was now. Her family had moved back to Jump City and now along with her good friend Zachary Drake was to be attending Gotham High. A new experience for both, as Zak had never been outside of Jump City by himself. And now looking up at the massive building some part of Zak was not quite sure he wanted this new freedom. Outside hundreds of students were crammed into the front yard waiting for the loud drone of the bell to sound he end to their freedom. A group of muscular boys in Varsity jackets threw around a football laughing hysterically as it pelted a boy in thick glasses on the side of the head. The boy scrambled quickly to grab his calculator and spilled books as a group of pretty girls in cheerleading uniforms shrieked with laughter. Besides them another clique sat dressed in black sneering at anyone and everyone who looked their way. Their faces were pierced and tattooed and made up with more black and white makeup than a Gene Simmons wannabe. Jamie clutched unto Zak's shoulder tightly as they made their way up towards the school. Several students in their separate groups turned their way to stare before quickly turning and whispering to their friends. Soon everyone was stealing quick glances at the new kids some smirking some sneering other indifferent. It was uncomfortable enough when Jamie heard someone whisper the words "Fresh meat."
Then something caught her eye. Away from the students was a tree. And in the tree she could see two teenagers. They were lounging back staring in her direction their arms folded over across their chests. Both wore a Fedora styled hat...like something out of Indiana Jones. The boy, ignoring his hat, was quite normal looking. He had purple hair which stuck out wildly from under the rim of his hat and was staring at her curiously. Across from him with her feet stretched out besides his was a girl. Her blond hair hung out from her hat, as well, as she observed them, a smirk painted on her unmade up lips. Her ear, which poked out from beneath her hat came to a slight point and was pierced from lobe to tip with safety pins. She had a dragon choker around her neck along with several other necklaces. She smirked nodding towards them, staring at her boy across from her. This was all Jamie saw. The bell rang and soon she was lost in the crowd the strangely dressed duo burned into her mind.
"Hey James! How was your first morning of highs cool?"
Jamie looked up frowning at Zak before returning to poke at her cafeteria bought lunch, "It sucked..." Frowning he sat next to her, "That bad?" A look was all he needed, "Aw James don't worry, it'll take some getting used to but...you'll get used to it." Jamie Logan didn't really care though. She had gotten lost several times and walked into the wrong classrooms enough to know that she hated this school. Every time she did something wrong she was stared at or whispered about by the other students. Get used to it? Yea right.
"Hey! New guy!"
Jamie looked up to see a rather muscular boy walking towards their table. He wore a Varsity football jacket and was trailed by several other goons all in football jackets. Zak raised an eyebrow and responded, "Yes?" The smirk on the jock's faded and he stopped in front of Zachary puffing out his chest, "Where ya from new kid?"
"...Jump City."
The guy gave a friendly smile that seemed never to reach his eyes which were as cold as they were dull. "Jump City eh? I hear all the guys there are queers." Already Zak could feel his temper raising his eyes beginning to heat and burn. Usually calm and good natured Zachary Drake could easily lose his temper at times and when that happened, the blasts flew. Blasts you ask? Star blast...eyes lasers...you see Mr. Drake is none other then the first offspring of the former Titans Robin and Starfire. Being half Tamaranian had advantages at times but as his mother would not allow him to follow in either hers or his father's footsteps Zachary had never so much had gotten in a school yard battle. With a roll of his eyes he said, "Yea sure...whatever." The smile faded from the jocks face, "You got a bit of an attitude there buddy I'd watch it if I were you." Zak gave him his back and the boy who had obviously been looking for a fight from the start, garbbed his chair and yanked it out, "Yo I'm talking to you faggot!" He made a grab for Zachary's jacket as Jamie stood, "Please don't fight!"
Ripping his arm away from the jock Zak raised a fist as if to punch him. Seeing this, the rest of the goons behind the jock stepped forward. By now everyone in the cafeteria had fallen silent and were watching the two boys face off. All was quiet until a voice from behind the jock rose.
"There a problem here Michael?"
Michael previously referred to as the jock turned to see another teenager much thinner and less muscular then he. Jamie gave a small gasp as she recognized the strange boy from outside his hat gone revealing a head for of messy unruly locks of purple hair. In the center of his forehead a little red gem gleamed and his lips were pulled back into a nice little smile. He was just as tall as Michael but width wise he would need another to match the older boy. All this aside, Michael's eyes widened as if in fear when he saw the boy and his team of idiots took a step back. Running a hand through his hair (Are his fingernails painted? Jamie questioned herself) he gave a laugh, "Michael Michael Michael...you know how we feel about that word don't you?" Seeming to regain his confidence Michael sneered, "Piss off freak. I'm not scared of you...or that little witch." Suddenly the smile was gone and all friendliness fled from the lanky teen's face his eyes like chips of blue ice bore into the football player, "Oh? Is that so?" a particularly nasty smile spread across his face, "I guess we'll just have to change that won't we?"
Michael who looked just about to wet himself shook his head and retreated back a few steps, "Now Alex...I mean...what I mean is..." Advancing on him Alex continued to glare the gem gleaming brightly, "What DO you mean Mr. Samson?" Another step," I mean that I-I-I..." Michael Samson never got to finish his statement as this boy, Alex had backed him up right into a garbage can that he had flipped over and now kicked his feet about the air while his buddies ran forward to help him. The Cafeteria broke out into applause and Alex gave a grin. With a flick of his wrist his hat reappeared and he stuck atop his head whilst he bowed. Slowly the cafeteria returned to the normal buzz of chatter and Alex turned to Zachary and Jamie, he gave a wide grin and extended his hand, "Names Alexzander Zyn...Pleased to meet you!" Then catching his eye he turned to Jamie and took her hand kissing the underside of her wrist, "M'lady." Jamie gave a giggle and took her hand back. With introductions aside and lunch coming to a close their new friend took their hands, "I want you to meet someone!"
After running in circles for 15 minutes Zak feeling quite annoyed asked, "Where are you going Alex?" The strange boy stopped and turned to his two new friends, "I don't actually remember...what did I say we were doing?" Faces falling the two stared at him before his face lit up, "Just kidding! C'mon in here!"
The room was poorly lit and smelled of engine grease and oil. The school garage, Zachary realized as he gave a look around. There was no one insight except for an older man fast asleep at his desk. Raising a finger to his lips Alex gestured at them to be quiet as he walked up silently behind the sleeping man in his chair and took a deep breath.
"HI GRANDPA REGGIE!!!!"
The old man gave a shout and fell to the floor cursing up a storm, "Alexzander! Ya little fuck!" Alex began to laugh and he jumped away from Reggie's swing, "This old bag of wrinkles is my Grandpa Reggie...Mr. Jenky to everyone else."
"To you too during school hours ya fucking idiot!"
"He's the shop teacher."
Jamie smiled shyly and wave and Zak nodded politely. Alex however was shaking his head, "That's not who I wanted you to meet though I wanted to introduce you both to my sister!" Jamie grinned slightly relishing the idea of having another girl to talk to but looking around the room her smile faded, "Er...is she in here?" Alex gave a nod and looked at the ceiling briefly.
"Where is sh..."
Jamie never finished because as she glanced up she caught sight of the girl from outside. She was currently suspended upside down from the ceiling her hat still somehow planted firmly on her head. She was wearing a mechanic outfit though over her skirt and top so as not to spill anything messy on her outfit. She wore a face mask and in one of her hands was a torch and in the other a drill as she worked upon what appeared to have once been a ceiling fan. Reggie looked up and gave a gasp his hearing aid popping out of his ear, "Anya ya stupid little whore! Get your ass down from there! Alex! Tell her to get down!"
Alex who appeared to have become fascinated with a screw he found on the desk shrugged, "Can't do that Grandpa...she's an artist. She needs room to breathe!"
"I'll wring her little fucking neck and then I'll wring yours if you don't get her down!"
Alexzander rolled his eyes about his head before looking up to the ceiling. As if tapped one the shoulder form some unseen hand the girl gave a small start and looked down her mask hiding he face from view. She gave a nod and leaned forward revealing a pair of metal boots fusing her to the roof. With a quick snap of her hands the buckles holding her up unclasped, sending her plummeting down. Both Jamie and Zak gasped, Zak going as far to step forward as if to catch her. The girl however would have none of this and tucked herself gracefully into a ball and flipped down to the floor where she stuck her landing perfectly. Reggie had taking to cursing angrily at her again and was once again ignored. The girl turned towards them and with a dainty little hand removed the face mask that had been protecting her. Her hat fell off and her hair tumbled out like waves and Zak could only stare...
...into the face of the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.
"Get the fuck out of my room!"
"Blow me!"
"Jerk off!"
"Bitch!"
...okay...maybe not that far.
"Can I borrow your cover-up?"
"Want some eye liner too?"
"Yea you have any blue?"
The teenage boy turned to see his sister looking at him unsurely, a tube of cover-up in her one hand, "Geez Anya I'm joking..." She tossed him the tube of makeup before shrugging, talking as if they hadn't just been screaming at one another at the top of their lungs, "Hey you're the one who was wearing hot pink nail polish last week...I don't know what freaky stuff you're into any more."
"They were pink because YOU painted them while I was sleeping."
"Serves your right for putting olive oil in my shampoo."
Alex gave a loud laugh before snatching a bottle of hair gel from her and dumping an ample glob of the yellow gunk into his hand. He began to spike his hair with one hand and sensing his twin's distress through their connection lashed out the other to grab the dragon choker her knew was beside him. With a relived grin Anya latched it about her neck, "Thank yee kindly 'Lex."
"Welcome Anie"
A few minutes later the twins finally emerged from Anya's room and made their way into the kitchen where a large black man sat reading a new paper and drinking his morning coffee. Anya and Alex were not the only ones to have changed that was for sure. Age was treating Victor Stone quite kindly it seems and technology had been even kinder. The procedure developed nearly 5 years prior had allowed skin to be graphed over the metallic bone and muscle structure. For the first time in years Victor could look in the mirror and see what used to be. A new eye had been constructed to be placed over the cybernetic red one hiding any and all evidence that Mr. Stone might be anything other then your average every day man. Not to say he no longer was a force to be reckoned with, Cyborg had remained just that and was still fully equipped with his insane strength as well as a full weapon arsenal within his two arms. But none of that was needed...not any more. Things were peaceful and the world's need for heroes had waded over to the shallow end of the demand pool.
Hearing their entrance Victor looked up giving a defeated groan when he caught site of the now teenaged Anya. She was dressed in a pleated mini skirt which was a red and black plaid pattern. Her black tank top which reached only a few inches below her chest allowed her to show off a flat toned stomach, her belly button, equipped with a brand new navel piercing glinting in the ceiling fan's light. She had a leather black jacket draped over her one shoulder and her long manicured nails currently the same color as her skirt worked soundlessly to tie the long lace on a pair of heavy heeled boots which came up to her knees. Victor said a silent prayer of thanks that her mother had kept from buying those fish nets otherwise he might have lost it.
Alex was dressed far more then his sister in a pair of blue baggy jeans and a black tee-shirt which read "Vegetarian Diet" (a picture of a foaming mug of beer on it...neither Raven nor Victor had been overly happy his outfit either). "Morning Uncle Victor!" he yelled out in a sing songy voice before stealing a piece of toast from his plate. Victor gave him a glare and tried to snatch back his toast but Anya on his other side gave him a kiss on the cheek "Morning Unkie Vic."
"Morning Princess...hey give back my toast!"
Anya had already popped it into her mouth and chewed as she used her hands to fix her other boot. Seeing he had lost Victory sighed and went to eat the bowl of warm cereal he had set out to find it gone. He glared across the kitchen at his "nephew" who sat cross legged on the counter eating his oatmeal. Giving a sigh of defeat her went to drink his coffee only to have it snatched away as Raven came hurrying into the room.
"Thank you Victor."
"...no problem."
Time had also been kind to the half demon. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant twisted ponytail and though she had passed the horrid age of 30 she barely looked a day of 22. She was dressed for work looked quite frazzled...as frazzled as Raven can look that is. She was on her way to the door when she whirled about, "Alright....first day of school...no fighting. No Making out with random people in the hallways. No cutting class. Don't set anything on fire especially other students. No drinking. No Powers."
The twins nodded and started to walk towards the door when it glowed black and slammed in their faces. The turned and gave a tired look to their mother who was glaring at them.
"Don't think I don't know what you two are planning. I don't care if its legal now so don't argue with me. If either of you dares to smoke up at school I will make sure you regret it."
"Geez get caught once and you're branded for life."
Victory raised his eyes and stared coldly at the boy, "Alexzander she's not kidding...and when she through with you I'M gonna make you both regret it." Both twins paled if at all possible considering their already ghostly complexion. They nodded slowly before making their way out the door. Before they could leave though, they each flicked their wrists a fedora hat appearing both their hands as if out of thin air. With a quick tap they placed their hats on their heads and left. The adults stood staring at the spot they once stood in before Raven sighed and retread to grab her purse, "I give them 3 hours before we get a call."
"....I give 'em 30 minutes."
Meanwhile along the streets a dark colored van rattled quietly pulling up slowly in front of the building. Inside sat a teenaged girl her green hair pulled into a tight braid her blue eyes slightly wide with fear. Biting her low lip nervously she tried to fix her skirt again even though it was perfectly straight and creaseless. Next to her a boy smirked and grabbed her hand setting down at her side. Her gaze turned to this boy who smiled at her gently, "You'll be fine Jamie. Stop stressing." This girl Jamie granted him a glare, "Easy for you to say...You at least had freshmen year." The teenager next to her shrugged and brushed some stray dark red almost black hair away from his blue eyes, "Yea but that was Jump City...a dinky high school like that is nothing compared to this." He was quite handsome with a slight build, but the girl Jamie didn't seem to really care. After all she'd known Zachary since they were babies. His eyes were a bright shiny blue and almost seemed to radiate into the white...maybe because it really did. But as I said Jamie took little to no notice of all of this. Especially since the van had stopped. They had arrived at ground zero and looking nervously to the front seat where her mother sat, she started to disembark. Her mother smiled reassuringly her blond bangs pulled tightly away from her blue eyes, "Jamie sweetie you'll be fine." Zak smiled and put his arm around her shoulder, "Don't worry Mrs. Logan. I'll look after her." Tara Logan nodded, "I know you will Zak." With a happy smile she rolled up the van window and sped off leaving her daughter, and her best friend to stand before Gotham High.
Jamie had never been to a high school before.
Jamie Logan, daughter of the former Titans Garfield Logan and Tara Markov (Logan), had been home schooled since eight grade when her parents had traveled to Egypt for an expedition that called for Tara's expertise in excavation. A year in Egypt had kept Jamie from ever attending real high school. But that was then and this was now. Her family had moved back to Jump City and now along with her good friend Zachary Drake was to be attending Gotham High. A new experience for both, as Zak had never been outside of Jump City by himself. And now looking up at the massive building some part of Zak was not quite sure he wanted this new freedom. Outside hundreds of students were crammed into the front yard waiting for the loud drone of the bell to sound he end to their freedom. A group of muscular boys in Varsity jackets threw around a football laughing hysterically as it pelted a boy in thick glasses on the side of the head. The boy scrambled quickly to grab his calculator and spilled books as a group of pretty girls in cheerleading uniforms shrieked with laughter. Besides them another clique sat dressed in black sneering at anyone and everyone who looked their way. Their faces were pierced and tattooed and made up with more black and white makeup than a Gene Simmons wannabe. Jamie clutched unto Zak's shoulder tightly as they made their way up towards the school. Several students in their separate groups turned their way to stare before quickly turning and whispering to their friends. Soon everyone was stealing quick glances at the new kids some smirking some sneering other indifferent. It was uncomfortable enough when Jamie heard someone whisper the words "Fresh meat."
Then something caught her eye. Away from the students was a tree. And in the tree she could see two teenagers. They were lounging back staring in her direction their arms folded over across their chests. Both wore a Fedora styled hat...like something out of Indiana Jones. The boy, ignoring his hat, was quite normal looking. He had purple hair which stuck out wildly from under the rim of his hat and was staring at her curiously. Across from him with her feet stretched out besides his was a girl. Her blond hair hung out from her hat, as well, as she observed them, a smirk painted on her unmade up lips. Her ear, which poked out from beneath her hat came to a slight point and was pierced from lobe to tip with safety pins. She had a dragon choker around her neck along with several other necklaces. She smirked nodding towards them, staring at her boy across from her. This was all Jamie saw. The bell rang and soon she was lost in the crowd the strangely dressed duo burned into her mind.
"Hey James! How was your first morning of highs cool?"
Jamie looked up frowning at Zak before returning to poke at her cafeteria bought lunch, "It sucked..." Frowning he sat next to her, "That bad?" A look was all he needed, "Aw James don't worry, it'll take some getting used to but...you'll get used to it." Jamie Logan didn't really care though. She had gotten lost several times and walked into the wrong classrooms enough to know that she hated this school. Every time she did something wrong she was stared at or whispered about by the other students. Get used to it? Yea right.
"Hey! New guy!"
Jamie looked up to see a rather muscular boy walking towards their table. He wore a Varsity football jacket and was trailed by several other goons all in football jackets. Zak raised an eyebrow and responded, "Yes?" The smirk on the jock's faded and he stopped in front of Zachary puffing out his chest, "Where ya from new kid?"
"...Jump City."
The guy gave a friendly smile that seemed never to reach his eyes which were as cold as they were dull. "Jump City eh? I hear all the guys there are queers." Already Zak could feel his temper raising his eyes beginning to heat and burn. Usually calm and good natured Zachary Drake could easily lose his temper at times and when that happened, the blasts flew. Blasts you ask? Star blast...eyes lasers...you see Mr. Drake is none other then the first offspring of the former Titans Robin and Starfire. Being half Tamaranian had advantages at times but as his mother would not allow him to follow in either hers or his father's footsteps Zachary had never so much had gotten in a school yard battle. With a roll of his eyes he said, "Yea sure...whatever." The smile faded from the jocks face, "You got a bit of an attitude there buddy I'd watch it if I were you." Zak gave him his back and the boy who had obviously been looking for a fight from the start, garbbed his chair and yanked it out, "Yo I'm talking to you faggot!" He made a grab for Zachary's jacket as Jamie stood, "Please don't fight!"
Ripping his arm away from the jock Zak raised a fist as if to punch him. Seeing this, the rest of the goons behind the jock stepped forward. By now everyone in the cafeteria had fallen silent and were watching the two boys face off. All was quiet until a voice from behind the jock rose.
"There a problem here Michael?"
Michael previously referred to as the jock turned to see another teenager much thinner and less muscular then he. Jamie gave a small gasp as she recognized the strange boy from outside his hat gone revealing a head for of messy unruly locks of purple hair. In the center of his forehead a little red gem gleamed and his lips were pulled back into a nice little smile. He was just as tall as Michael but width wise he would need another to match the older boy. All this aside, Michael's eyes widened as if in fear when he saw the boy and his team of idiots took a step back. Running a hand through his hair (Are his fingernails painted? Jamie questioned herself) he gave a laugh, "Michael Michael Michael...you know how we feel about that word don't you?" Seeming to regain his confidence Michael sneered, "Piss off freak. I'm not scared of you...or that little witch." Suddenly the smile was gone and all friendliness fled from the lanky teen's face his eyes like chips of blue ice bore into the football player, "Oh? Is that so?" a particularly nasty smile spread across his face, "I guess we'll just have to change that won't we?"
Michael who looked just about to wet himself shook his head and retreated back a few steps, "Now Alex...I mean...what I mean is..." Advancing on him Alex continued to glare the gem gleaming brightly, "What DO you mean Mr. Samson?" Another step," I mean that I-I-I..." Michael Samson never got to finish his statement as this boy, Alex had backed him up right into a garbage can that he had flipped over and now kicked his feet about the air while his buddies ran forward to help him. The Cafeteria broke out into applause and Alex gave a grin. With a flick of his wrist his hat reappeared and he stuck atop his head whilst he bowed. Slowly the cafeteria returned to the normal buzz of chatter and Alex turned to Zachary and Jamie, he gave a wide grin and extended his hand, "Names Alexzander Zyn...Pleased to meet you!" Then catching his eye he turned to Jamie and took her hand kissing the underside of her wrist, "M'lady." Jamie gave a giggle and took her hand back. With introductions aside and lunch coming to a close their new friend took their hands, "I want you to meet someone!"
After running in circles for 15 minutes Zak feeling quite annoyed asked, "Where are you going Alex?" The strange boy stopped and turned to his two new friends, "I don't actually remember...what did I say we were doing?" Faces falling the two stared at him before his face lit up, "Just kidding! C'mon in here!"
The room was poorly lit and smelled of engine grease and oil. The school garage, Zachary realized as he gave a look around. There was no one insight except for an older man fast asleep at his desk. Raising a finger to his lips Alex gestured at them to be quiet as he walked up silently behind the sleeping man in his chair and took a deep breath.
"HI GRANDPA REGGIE!!!!"
The old man gave a shout and fell to the floor cursing up a storm, "Alexzander! Ya little fuck!" Alex began to laugh and he jumped away from Reggie's swing, "This old bag of wrinkles is my Grandpa Reggie...Mr. Jenky to everyone else."
"To you too during school hours ya fucking idiot!"
"He's the shop teacher."
Jamie smiled shyly and wave and Zak nodded politely. Alex however was shaking his head, "That's not who I wanted you to meet though I wanted to introduce you both to my sister!" Jamie grinned slightly relishing the idea of having another girl to talk to but looking around the room her smile faded, "Er...is she in here?" Alex gave a nod and looked at the ceiling briefly.
"Where is sh..."
Jamie never finished because as she glanced up she caught sight of the girl from outside. She was currently suspended upside down from the ceiling her hat still somehow planted firmly on her head. She was wearing a mechanic outfit though over her skirt and top so as not to spill anything messy on her outfit. She wore a face mask and in one of her hands was a torch and in the other a drill as she worked upon what appeared to have once been a ceiling fan. Reggie looked up and gave a gasp his hearing aid popping out of his ear, "Anya ya stupid little whore! Get your ass down from there! Alex! Tell her to get down!"
Alex who appeared to have become fascinated with a screw he found on the desk shrugged, "Can't do that Grandpa...she's an artist. She needs room to breathe!"
"I'll wring her little fucking neck and then I'll wring yours if you don't get her down!"
Alexzander rolled his eyes about his head before looking up to the ceiling. As if tapped one the shoulder form some unseen hand the girl gave a small start and looked down her mask hiding he face from view. She gave a nod and leaned forward revealing a pair of metal boots fusing her to the roof. With a quick snap of her hands the buckles holding her up unclasped, sending her plummeting down. Both Jamie and Zak gasped, Zak going as far to step forward as if to catch her. The girl however would have none of this and tucked herself gracefully into a ball and flipped down to the floor where she stuck her landing perfectly. Reggie had taking to cursing angrily at her again and was once again ignored. The girl turned towards them and with a dainty little hand removed the face mask that had been protecting her. Her hat fell off and her hair tumbled out like waves and Zak could only stare...
...into the face of the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.