Alright, time for session 3. I don't own Cowboy Bebop and I don't own the song Reject.

Six years later...

Spike yawns as he flips the page to the book he was reading, One Hundred Years of Solitude. So far it was pretty weird, Jose Arcadio had just run off to join the gypsies. Spike was pretty sure that he'd be back by the end of the book though.

~Who are you to tell me

What I am and what's my master plan.~

Spike looks up in rage when the book is pulled away from him. He glares at the person who did it and realises it's his teacher, Ms. Jenson. She glares back at him and Spike slides back in his chair in response.

"So reading this trash is more important than a high school education, hmmm...?" She looks down at him in disdain.

~What makes you think that it includes you?

Self righteous wealth, stop flattering yourself~

"It's not trash. This book is a classic, but I suppose you wouldn't know that," Spike counters. Ms. Jenson starts flipping through the pages, her eyes widen as she reaches some of the....more classic parts. She slams the book shut. "This book is not suitable for a twelve year old, regardless of how classic, or how old you seem to think you are," she sneers. "I'm calling your father."

"Go ahead. He's not going to care. He's the one who gave me the book," Spike says smirking. Ms. Jenson ignores him, and walks out of the room to call Jack.

~So when the smoke clears here I am.

Your reject all-American.~

The other classmates begin snickering, happy that Spike was getting what "he deserves." None of them liked him and they resented the fact that he was twelve years old, and allowed to be in high school, with them. Spike knew how they felt about him, but was it really his fault that Jack had taught him too much? Spike had been homeschooled by Jack until some jerks from the department of education had come by to tell Jack that he needed a license to homeschool. Since Jack didn't really want to deal with government, (he seemed to think that some organization was out to get him and he didn't want attention drawn to him) Spike went to normal school, with all the normal kids. So far, he wasn't liking it too much.

~Sucking up your social sect.

Making you a nervous wreck.

To hell and back and hell again I've gone.~

Session 3: Reject

Spike whistled as he walked along, his hands shoved in his pockets. He looks down and kicks a beer can that was in his way. As he looks up again he sees a group of jocks blocking his way. Nonchalant, Spike continues walking, pushing his way through them. One of them grabs his back pack and throws it on the ground. Spike turns and stares at the back pack, then up at the jock.

"That wasn't very nice," Spike says, glaring up at him. The jock doesn't say anything, so Spike shrugs and reaches down to grab his back pack. At the last moment, Spike jerks away and watches as jocks launch themselves at where he just was.

~What's the difference between you and me?~

"Look, I'm just trying to go home. I'm not sure what it was I did to piss you off, but I'm sorry," Spike says as he glares at the two jocks, not looking very apologetic.

"We want you to leave North High, we don't need stupid little wusses like you going to our school. Why don't you go back to Elementary School, you're not wanted here." the lead jock said, picking up Spike's backpack and throwing it at him. Spike catches it and sets it down next to him on the ground. "Trust me, I would leave if I could, but since I'm not allowed to drop out of school until I'm sixteen, you're going to be stuck with me a bit longer."

~I do what I want, and you do what you're told.~

"You stupid little kid, you think you're so smart don't you?" The jock glares at Spike. Spike glares back. "Normally I don't think of myself as smart, but next to you it's kinda hard."

~So listen up and shut the hell up.~

The jock's eyes narrow as he looks Spike over, then without any warning he throws himself at Spike. Spike watches calmly and moves out of the way at the last second. Surprised, the jock looses control of his momentum and goes crashing to the ground. He gets back up and rushes Spike again. Instead of dodging this time, Spike shoots his leg out and hits the jock in the chest. The jock goes down again, his friends watching in disbelief.

~What's up with you?~

"Oh, so the wuss knows kung fu." The jock says as he stands up. The other jocks surround Spike and prepare to close in when a cop car comes around the corner.

~I'll see you in hell. ~

"Oh, shit, it's a cop!" one of them yells, and the rest take off. Spike just stands there, watching the jocks run off. He walks over to where he left his backpack and slings it on. He starts to walk in the direction of Jack's house when the cop stops him.

~So when the smoke clears here I am.~

"Hey kid, were those guys bothering you?" the cop asked, eyes filled with concern.

"Not really." Spike responds. He shoves his hands into his pockets and starts walking again. The cop stops him again. "Hey, kid! You want a ride home?"

~Your reject all American.~

Spike looks back at him, surprise etched on his face. "I guess that would be okay." he says, looking at the cop suspiciously. The cop smiles as Spike climbs into the passenger seat.

"You know, I have a couple kids of my own," the cop says as they head towards Jack's. When they reach the house Spike hops out of the car, then turns and looks back at the cop. "How'd you know where I live?" He asks.

"I'm a friend of Jack's. He asked me to look out for you."

~Sucking up you social sect~

Spike nods and heads back to the house. When he steps inside Jack looks over at him from the couch. "I got a call from your teacher."

"Yeah, I know."

~Making you a nervous wreck~

"She said that you were reading porno in class."

"No, just the book you lent me."

Jack starts laughing. "I guess I can see how she would think that that was porn....So, what took you?"

Spike shrugs, "I ran into some jerks on the way home. They picked a fight with me, but it didn't go anywhere." Jacks nods, "I thought something like that might happen so I got one of my friends---"

"Yeah, I know. I met him. Seems like a nice guy." Spike interrupts.

~To hell and back and hell again I've gone.~

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~So when the smoke clears here I am.~

Jack worriedly contemplated Spike. He had seemed down lately. It must be hard being so alone, but then again Spike had always been a loner. Jack wondered what he had been like before Jack found him in his backyard. If Spike had ever had a family besides him.

~Your reject all American.~

"Hey, Spike...Do you remember anything from... you know, before you came here?" Jack asks tentatively, not sure how Spike was going to react to the question. Spike ponders for a second. "No, not really. I remember being really hungry all the time and something about some lady. I think she had long green hair and pretty green eyes. I remember being happy when I was around her..." Spike's voice trailed off as he contemplated his feet.

~Falling from grace,

Right on my face.~

Jack looks at him, knowing the boy must be fighting to keep from crying, and turns on the TV. As he sits back, watching some meaningless sitcom he thinks about the woman that Spike described. She sounded somewhat familiar to him.

~To hell and back and hell again I've gone.~

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alright, I'm just here to tell you that I'm sorry that the story is moving along kinda slowly. Don't worry, everything starts to pick up speed in the next episode. umm....well, that's it. bye!