Alex liked skulking around the gates to the high school as much as any other guy could. But it was generally seen as a bad idea to the rest of the public. So, when he saw a tall man in a trench coat lurking and looking generally suspicious, he felt morally obligated to do something about it.
Let it never be said that he did nothing for his community.
Striding up to the dubious seeming guy, Alex let out a sigh. He did so hate to interfere with other people's business, but as a senior, and a member of the community (however unwilling that forced containment was) he was reluctant to simply let this pass by.
"Yo." He said boredly, causing the man to turn towards him. He was taller than Alex by several inches with short brown hair. He seemed to be wearing some sort of strange uniform underneath the trench coat, and black shades covered his eyes.
"Can Ah help you?" He raised a brow, obviously unimpressed with Alex's slumped stature and uninterested facial features. Alex noted his Cajun accent with some curiosity, straightening up slightly.
"Actually," Alex replied sharply, making the man gaze at him with slight surprise at the sudden attitude, "I think it's the other way around. Are you looking for someone?"
"You could say dat." He said neutrally, returning his stare to the students leaving the school. "Not dat it's any of your business." Alex narrowed his eyes at the obvious dismissal. Oh, now he was angry. Before he had been only annoyed, maybe even a little amused, but now he felt insulted.
Alex didn't really have many friends in school, only people that would wave to him in the hall, so it wasn't often that his interest was piqued. And then to have that person completely blow him off? Unacceptable.
"In fact, I do think it's my business." Alex grasped the elder mans arm threateningly, causing him to look down amusingly, as if Alex was some sort of tiny child sticking his nose into something he couldn't even begin to comprehend. This only infuriated the school senior even more. "If you're involving anyone in this school with something they're not comfortable with, I do have a certain commitment to try and deter you."
"Oh, really?" The other chuckled even as he gently pulled his arm out of the younger's grip. "Nice to know. Remy'll have to keep dat in mind." The man, Remy apparently, began walking deliberately slow towards the gates. Alex kept a watchful eye on him, and the Cajun could clearly tell, since as soon as he had left the entrance, he turned back to grace him with a smirk. He leaned his sunglasses down his nose, and for a second Alex could swear he saw a flash of red on black, but the moment was gone as quick as it had came. Remy the Stalking Cajun had disappeared, and the only sign he had even been there in the first place was the memories Alex had and the faint smell of smoke in the air.
Alex left that day with a strange feeling in his chest, unaware of the thankful eyes of a girl named Rogue that watched him as he left. Unknowingly, he had saved her the trouble of getting rid of the Cajun on her own.
But, whatever. All he cared about was going home and being able to take a nap for a few hours before work.
After all, it's not like he'd ever have to see that weird guy again.