In continuation with "Since Second Grade" The chapter, not the whole story. What would happen if young Jack Spicer, pre the whiney boy we know now, went to the future before, and met up with Chase Young? The monks are there, but Jack never got the puzzle box, so Wuya's not, and neither is Hannibal Roy Bean. I don't like him anyways.
"Look. There he is."
"Ugh, you're right. He IS wierderer now."
"That creepy Jack Spicer kid. He's always been a freak, now he's a... a... mega freak."
They always talked about him. Like he couldn't hear. But he could hear. Every mean word. Every taunt. Every jeer. Everything. And they wouldn't just talk. They would mumble, whisper, gossip, the cruelest things about him.
That he cut himself.
That he hated his family.
That he killed a puppy.
That he was going to kill his mom.
Jack shifted slightly on the bench. It was recess, and they had been out there not even ten minutes before the verbal abuse began. At first, after his evil transformation, they just ignored him. Even the teachers began to sense something dark from him, and avoided calling on him for questions in class. Though he kept up with all of his homework, and his tests were always top notch, way ahead of the rest of the class, he wouldn't participate in class, and group projects were always a problem. He would always find a way to weasel his way out of them, and not be in a group, to just do the work all by himself. But he didn't mind. He preferred it that way to any other.
Then, after a week or two, ignorance became stale. And taunting became the new thing, a sort of fad around the school. Even the teachers and principals were guilty of talking about "That creepy Jack Spicer kid" behind his back. So, this was his school life. He went, he was ignored DURING class. Then, the kids outside would begin their own rituals--
"HEY! Spicer! Spicer!" Jack looked up slowly, and turned around. His vibrant red eyes and hair were the only things that set his head apart from the snow covered ground beside him. His clothing was all black now, something only depressed kids or poor kids wore. You know, reject's clothing. Everyone was covered from head to toe with their Power Rangers jackets, or their Disney Princess snow shoes. Jack didn't even have ANY logo's on his jacket. Or on his pants; he wasn't into the "fads" of the day.
"Ser'ously, Spicer, really, we wanna talk, for reals. No foolies." Jack feigned shock. "Really? No foolies? For real and for true?" He asked, deserting the act and returning to his normal dry sarcasm. "I don't want to talk to you." And with that, he turned back to his book. He had just reached the climax of the story (It was a Dean Koontz book, The Eyes of Darkness, which he was growing quite fond of) before he had been interrupted, and before he could get back to the dog-eared page he was on, the boy who called him out had yanked the book out of his hands. Jack remained seated, waiting while the boy struggled with the title.
"The E-Yes... of... D-dar-dark-ne-ness. Darkness. The E-Yes of Darkness? What's that mean? What kinna a'tarded book is this?" He asked, throwing it back at Jack, who caught it, and averted his eyes away from this brash heathons's. "You wouldn't--nor could you-- understand." Jack said plainly, and stood. "Hold up, Spicer. Wait up! I wanna aks you something!" Jack paused, grinding his teeth. That was one thing he really COULDN'T stand. Ignorance. It was "ask", not "aks". "Spicer! Jack Spicer, I wanna aks you something!" Jack pushed his book into his backpack and shoved his hands into his pocket. "Yes, imbicile?" The young Spicer looked into the eyes of his peer. 'Ah. There it is. Fear.' Spicer grinned, making the fear in his classmate's eyes more apperant. But, to Jack's surprise, the boy didn't move. "You didn't run? Brave. I can admire that. ASK your damn question." Jack stated silkily. He loved being in charged. The power, the ability to command. Every aspect was attractive to him.
Meanwhile, his classmate had been trying to dodge the other boy's gaze, but failed miserably, and had turned to staring straight at him. Now he knew how people got hypnotized. It wasn't as easy as just looking away. He heard Jack say ask, then, and so, he did. "Whull... we were wonderin'--" At that point, the other boys behind him were shaking their heads vigorously. "Looks like they don't want to be involved. Leave them out." Jack commanded, pointing out the obvious. His opposite nodded obediently. "I was wonderin' if you... if you wanned ta h-he-help me w-with m-m-m-my homew-w-w-work?" He was breaking, causing Jack to sneer. 'Help you? More like do it for you.'
"You were going to bully me into it, weren't you?" The other boy nodded. Jack cracked one of his knuckles subconciously, causing the other to jump. "And what do you think now?" Jack asked. Another crack. He jumped again. "I-I-I-I don't- I dunno..." The boy was starting to hyperventalate. Jack put his hand on the boys shoulder and tilted his head, giving him a slightly undead look, and terrifying the boy even more.
"Then let me tell you. You're thinking that it WON'T work. That everything you had planned has gone to naught. That you were just going to walk away from this looking like the alpha male. But that didn't happen. Because that creepy Jack Spicer kid is a lot weirder and scarier than you thought. So here's what you're going to do now. You're going back to your little friends. You're going to tell them to back the hell off. And then, you're gonna go to the nurse, and get a new pair of pants, new underwear, and get yourself cleaned up. Understand? Infidel?" The boy wimpered and nodded his head, cueing Jack to let him go before the kid had an even bigger mess in his hands. He speed-walked over to his group of friends, and muttered something to them quickly, before heading back up to the school.
Jack could only guess at where he might be going, but he definately had a feeling.
A/N: This isn't the end. Don't worry. It goes deeper. MUCH deeper. I finally decided to do something different with "Since Second Grade" since I got a few comments asking/telling/threatening me to go more into Kid Jack, or whatever. So I did. Yeay for you guys. It's probably gonna be a short one, with six chapters. Anywhat, enjoy-ish! Oh, and I don't own Kid Jack, unfortunately, I think that still falls under the catagory of "Jack Spicer", and is therefore still owned by Christy Hui and the WB. I made a rhyme!