I ignored Mr Johns. I kept walking towards the door, pulling my coat off (A/N : yes, Esmerelda Diana Parker's idea:D) and throwing it on the floor on the way. I needed to make this good. She was going to hurt.

"Jamy can you sit down please?" Mr Johns asked again, standing up this time, obviously alarmed by the determined look on my face. I ignored him.

I finally got to the door, grabbing Jess by the hood of her jacket, shoving her against the wall. She looked terrified. Good.

"You're gonna pay. You're gonna pay real good." I said in a low voice. Just before Mr Johns came out of the classroom I swung a heavy punch at her stomach, doubling her up. And I didn't stop at that. I hit her again and again, and I didn't want to stop, I was caught up in the moment, relishing the pain she was feeling, packing 2 months of humiliation into 10 split seconds. She looked almost out of it now, a couple more punches should do it...

I felt a pair of strong but gentle hands yanked me back, but I swung another punch in their direction and the hands let go, and I moved back to Jess, kicking her in the shin once, twice, three times...

The strong but gentle hands grabbed me around my waist again, dragging me back. I didn't struggle this time. There was no point. She would never hurt as much as I do.

"OI!" Mr Jones yelled from the end of the corridor, having just noticed the fight. He jogged over, bending over Jess.

"We need an ambulance." he said and pulled his mobile phone out of his jacket pocket and dialled.

"Ambulance please."

Mr Johns held me there for a few moments, then realised that I was still there. He looked around at everyone, as if to say 'What are you doing? Go back to registration. GO ON!' and soon everyone disappeared.

He picked me up and pushed me in front of him into an empty classroom. I sat down on a chair in the middle of the classroom. Mr Johns stood at the front. No-one said anything for a moment.

"Why?" he asked after a few minutes. I didn't reply.

"Why did you attack her." he asked again, raising his left eyebrow at me. I shifted in my seat but said nothing. He sighed and sat on the chair in front of me, the wrong way round.

"You wouldn't just attack her out of the blu-" I cut him off.

"So what if I did attack her? And maybe she deserved it? And maybe there was no reason, you don't know, you don't know me! So stop acting like you do!" I yelled the last part. He didn't seem very taken aback. In fact it was almost as if I hadn't spoken at all. His face impassive, showing no emotion, acting as if he was the only one there, that he was more important somehow.

"Why do you never react to anything I do? Like I'm not here, you're the only person anyone can be bothered about! It's like the only thing you care about is making sure you don't get into any trouble or something!" he was starting to really annoy me now. He just sat there. Unmoving. Face still. Eyes closed. Hands dangling harmlessly by his sides. He sat like that for at least 10 minutes. I was about to ask if he was OK when he spoke.

"OK. You want the truth." he said mysteriously, opening his eyes. He didn't look at me. Well, he did. But not at me. Straight through me.

"I am Becker's brother." he whispered.

I swore my heart stopped for a few seconds. I could feel the ice-cold sweat rolling steadily down my face. I could hear my breath coming out in short bursts. Mr Johns was... my uncle. He was my uncle. My uncle. My fricking UNCLE!

"So... you're my uncle? No wayyyy..!"I breathed, looking at him, not believing him. This was just... weird. Really weird.

"I'm not lying Jamy. Ask Becker. I am your uncle. And you were put in my form on purpose, so I could keep an eye on you. And your obviously not doing too great." he said, closing his eyes, looking like he was meditating or something.

Then a thought occurred to me. Becker obviously didn't work for the armed forces. He wouldn't have so much paperwork if he did. He worked for something else... and I wanted to know what.

"So you know what Becker does for a living...? I mean it's not like we don't have a lot of money." I asked, sounding hopeful.

He shook his head. "He works in special forces." he said. I smiled, already knowing it was a lie.

"Well we both know that's not true." he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, already knowing he was found out. Then he spoke again, awkwardly.

"Becker works for the government. A secret organisation. Even I don't know what they do. But I know what they're called. The ARC. Anomaly Research Centre. God knows what that means." then he winced, realising the full capacity of what he had just said. He didn't wait for my reaction. He opened his eyes, stood up and walked out, saying as he went:

"You better get back to class. They'll be wondering where you are."

A/N : I'm so sorry I couldn't have got it up sooner, but I just had a load of exams and I had to revise, sorry sorry sorry! Please review, they make my day:)