After the morning's incident, they decided it'd be best of Holt wasn't in the hallways.

So, Jackson stalked down the hallway in Holt's traffic light red clothing avoiding eye contact with everyone, keeping Holt's music pretty loud and actually on his head so he wouldn't be bothered.

He saw Venus wave to him mouthing something. He shrugged pointing to his headphones, walking past her disappointed face. This was possibly going to be easier than he thought… Holt was popular though, girls kept smiling at him, or winking at him. Heath waved excitedly when he spotted him across the hall, looking like he had something to tell him.

Jackson grimaced back.

Hands in his pockets sort of hunched over like he was in trouble, he appeared more like he was sick and going to the nurses office than to his next class. He had woken up damp, but his unusually high body temperature was already drying him off like an oven.

He actually felt hot too though, not from his fire elemental body temperature but from the sheer pressure of pulling this off. Everyone was going to see right through him, everyone was going to notice.

There was no way they could keep this up. Jackson didn't have the confidence to pull off Holt's voice.

He jumped at someone squeezing his shoulder to get his attention. Stumbling forward like a spazz and knocking over some werewolf girl, who growled at him, picked up her books and strut off.
Turning around to see InvisiBilly pop into sight.

Jackson's eyes widened. But making eye contact now he couldn't escape the conversation.

Lowering his music to his shoulders so he could still hear it drumming into his skull.

"How'd it go?"

Jackson strained to hear him suddenly getting distracted by the noise in the hall and his song.

"How'd what go?" he coughed in that ambiguous tone that often made his Mom double check who she was talking to on the phone.

"Jackson's… thing" he made that weird face since they were keeping it on the down low, and InvisiBilly was aware the halls had ears. Glancing around for any ghastly glows or purple hair.

"OHh!" he spilled out. Scratching his neck nervously. Then shrugged, leaving less of his voice to analyze.

"You just seem kind of.." InvisiBilly hunched over sticking his hands in his hoodie giving a small impression "Sick?"

Jackson grinned hoping that'd reassure him "Right as rain!" he half sang out.

"Jackson just didn't tell me what he was doing, just that it seemed risky?" InvisiBilly shrugged raising his eyebrow and looking Holt over like something was off.

"Haha! That normie never tells me anything!" he half sang out trying to keep the melodic tone to Holt's voice. "Oh but he wants you to get him into there again tonight?" he asked more hurriedly and hushed, obscuring his true tones.

InvisiBilly bit his lip "Might have to take a rain check on that, I have dance practice right after school."

Jackson couldn't help but spill out a laugh "You? Have dance practice?" he asked incredulously, it being easier to say things unfiltered as Holt. That's how he had to think of it, not mean; just a little unfiltered.

InvisiBilly shrugged smiling "It's a long story. Not exactly one of the dancers but I have to be there, I kind of made a commitment at auditions~" and it was throwing out his back.

InvisiBilly looked happy like he was blushing but not quite; Jackson suddenly losing sight of his peer, until InvisiBilly was bumped into by an ignorant passerby and hurriedly became visible. Looking slightly embarrassed that he forgot to keep himself opaque.

"Anyway, tell Jackson to text me. I might be able to get him access tomorrow." he shrugged "I'm not here 100% of the time though" he winked as Jackson slowly caught the word play in that sentence. Before he could say goodbye InvisiBilly was gone.

Jackson was still jarred by the encounter, he apparently looked sick when walking like himself?

Taking a deep breath to get more confidence he put his headset back on and marched to his next class. Even more of a dork now that he was trying to carry Holt's walking swagger. But how was he supposed to know how his alternate personality walked? He had a hard enough just talking like the guy.

Jackson sat down in his usual spot in Clawculus pulling out damp notes, quickly deleting some videos from his iCoffin save for the biggest one. He felt like he needed it for some reason, but besides catching on fire and having guilty evidence of scorching his bathroom, there was no practical information in it. If anything it just showed he was experimenting on himself and that he probably should delete it before anyone got a hold of it.

Biting his lip he decided he'd think about it later. The warning bell ringing as Mr. Rotter set up his things and glanced Jackson's way, surprised that he was there early. Rather that "Holt" was there early.

Jackson scrawled out on squishy paper with a ball point pen:

Take video notes. Please!

Then considered as everyone took their seats... He wasn't in trouble for being here as Holt..

Maybe no one would notice and he could take the notes himself! He was kind of sitting off to the side, and as ghouls flowed in gossiping amongst themselves he figured attention wouldn't be drawn to Holt attentively doing math, there were far more interesting things to be invested in.

Taking off his headphones and pushing the volume down as low as he could muster he waited patiently for class to start. The bell hushing half the class as their teacher began his lecture. Writing out the lesson plan.

Jackson squinted, recognising the date. Then blinked. Realisation sinking in.

"Oh my ghoul…" he whispered to himself "Holt needs glasses…"

He bit his lip excited by this discovery and wondering how he hadn't noticed sooner. He always just assumed Holt somehow got good vision like how Holt somehow got blue skin.
And clothes…

Squinting at the first problem he as he reached in his pocket for his lenses, no one was looking at him after all, they wouldn't notice if the suave Holt Hyde slid on some assistance.

That was until a slew of giggles and ringtones broke out among the class and everyone started glancing his way. An alert popped up on his iCoffin too, checking out the new Ghostly Gossip's beautiful picture of him laying on the ground in a puddle. Some caption about him skipping class to be a klutz or something.

He face palmed as everyone started looking at him, and the teacher noticed.

"Holt Hyde!" Mr. Rotter pointed at him with chalk "Headphones off."

Jackson sat up straight "What-?! I didn't-"

"You are distracting my class Mr. Hyde. Do you want detention?!" he hissed in a heavy accent.

His face felt hot.

"Mr. Hyde! This is not your class!" he pointed out "Do not make me ask you again."

"But-" he sputtered, the class looking at him. Finally just sighing and rolling his eyes. Pouting. Wow this wasn't fair at all.

He drew an arrow to his message to Holt before exiting out the music app, headphones sliding to his shoulders.

In a flaming jerk the class gawked at Jackson standing up and punching the air.
"Aww yeah!" Holt half sang out, in a very un-Jackson-like way.
Reflexive. He looked around his surroundings. All eyes on him, even the decorative ones Mr. Rotter kept in a jar on his desk.

"C-Clawculus! My favorite!" he tried to salvage quickly sitting down tight lipped and pulling on his glasses quickly. While everyone in the class giggled again.

Mr. Rotter sighed returning to his lecture. While Holt sank lower into his desk, feeling not so confident today. 'Cept when he glanced up and nervously smiled at the cutest ghoul in school looking at them smiling kindly and concerned, her cheek stitch pinched from her smile, as she quickly looked away back to the board.

Holt glanced at their iCoffin still open to Spectra's blog. Realising why everyone had been giggling and looking at him. Beside the whole shouting his transformation catch phrase thing…

He rubbed his chin still sore from earlier, he may have bit his tongue come to think about it. Looking at his iCoffin as he heard a phone alert through his shouldered headset.

Are you ok, you look like you took a nasty spill. Let me know if you need stitches lol c:

Taking the time to adjust his text's contact to "Frankie FINE!" since Jackson seemed to busy to change it back, he went through his pictures to see if he had any better pictures of her for her contact icon. The one Jackson left on their phone looked like a school photo, super lame.

He glanced up to see a few classmates staring at him. Weirded out till Mr. Rotter tapped his foot impatiently, and a familiar name broke through the focus fog "Jackson, have you finished problem 4 yet?" he asked loudly like it was the 10th time he'd called on him.

Holt frowned sitting up straight, looking to the board covered in writing, then to his own paper that just stated he needed to take video notes. Oh. How long had that been there?

"Uhh I'm gettin' there…?" he shrugged slouching a bit hoping that'd be acceptable.

Mr. Rotter narrowed his eyes "I would have thought you'd be ahead of the class by now Mr. Jekyll."

Holt just shrugged resisting the urge to doodle, his foot tapping anxiously under his desk. Fingers doing an alternate beat on his notes, as he struggled to keep staring at the teacher. Glancing at the window.

The attention was on him for another 30 seconds of silence before the teacher decided to stop picking on him.

Another text alert from Ms. Frankie Fine bleeped quietly to him.

Sorry! :C

Awww! She blamed herself for that didn't she? Holt felt bad that Frankie thought herself distracting when it was just his own nature. He hurriedly typed back.

don't worry. u still fine for a stein c:

Smiling before Mr. Rotter was staring at him again. Walking closer to his row and pausing the lecture.

"Do you need to use the little monster's room Mr. Jekyll?" he asked slightly more kindly than just a scolding.

That's when Holt noticed his own constant foot tapping and fidgeting wasn't as silent as he thought. However that wasn't a bad excuse to get out of here for a bit. "Uuuh yes?" he smiled.

"Yes, what? Mr. Jekyll?"

"Yes… I do?" Holt guessed meekly, Jackson's voice not hard to accomplish when he had someone looming over him. Did the other half of his life always have someone standing ominously over him?

Mr. Rotter rubbed his seafoam green temples letting the lack of "Sir" from his star student, slide. Then pointed at the door as Holt grabbed their phone and scurried out the door, noting the time.

Since he didn't really need to go, Holt put his headphones on; he could probably listen to a low volume song or two. Setting the volume at 0, then raising it slowly until he felt the chill of the volume barrier and lowering it again. Walking as slow as possible to the bathroom, going in zigzags down the empty hall.

Finally getting to the vacant bathroom and leaning against the wall straining to hear his songs right. He could make out the beat but lack of certain garbled lyrics and some of the trebel was practically missing. Regardless it had been better than the silence of class he had to endure all day. Nodding his head lightly.

"Not like you to skip class."

Holt dropped the iCoffin, it jerking on the headphone jack before bungee jumping to the floor with a slap. He hurriedly removed his headphones to his shoulders looking at the sink turn on by itself, then a concerned and suspicious looking InvisiBilly, appearing to be washing his hands.

Holt scrambled to pick the phone up, sticking it in his pocket and habitually plugging back in. Resisting the urge to push his headphones back up in the few second window he usually had to avoid silence.

"I didn't know you liked to peek on people in the bathroom." Holt shot back.

InvisiBilly seemed to cock his head at the melodic tones of his voice.

Holt quickly sticking both hands in his back pockets going full Jackson and hunching a bit, clearing his throat "Just uh… a little weird to have you invisible in here is all."

The fading boy dried his hands on a paper towel "I'm uh always invisible Jackson? It's staying visible that's the hard part" he smiled meekly as Holt could see straight through him at the moment. No wonder classmates sometimes thought he was a ghost.

Then recalling who let them in Mad Science the yesterday.

"Oh! Are you availil-" Holt started excitedly.

"-ble, after School to get you into Mad Science? No, Holt asked me already but you two seem to have a.." he looked Holt over "Communication problem."

InvisiBilly seemed amused by them somehow, which made Holt's skin crawl. He never really knew Invisi well.

"You going to try again? Whatever you were doing?" he asked smirking at 20% visibility "Or … trying to fix something…?" he asked popping out of view.

Then laughed loudly, Holt just shifting to a pissed off face. "Aw man just messing with you~" he slapped his shoulder as the door opened and closed on his own.

"Tch…" Holt huffed "Just our luck." He kicked the wall a few times, familiar fiery anger rearing up again. He wanted to fix this asap and he might have to wait another day! This was stupid! He veered over to the mirrors staring at his reflection for a few minutes pouting, leaning over the sink. He had time to kill in here after all, might as well look at his problem.

Remind himself why he was trying to fix this...

Checking the time he washed his hands and opened the door leaving, strutting back to class with low tunes.
As the bathroom door closed a second time, InvisiBilly swallowed nervously still in the bathroom that entire time, watching.

What the heck was that?

Holt propped up their iCoffin pointed at the board, setting it to record, then zooming and focusing until it seemed sufficient for Jackson's needs.

It wasn't that he was slacking so much; as this wasn't his class.

Jackson would have to deal with being mid semester in Music Theory later today after all, it wasn't just Holt being stupid or whatever…

He smiled looking at Frankie diligently taking notes. Briefly thinking about how Jackson was sharing classes with her all year. Holt guessed he was just patiently waiting for her to press play.

But Holt wasn't as patient as him. Just didn't have as much exposure to her shocking personality.

Looking out the window, then to the clock he counted down the minutes till class was done. Shrugging whenever he was called on he doodled in his notes and occasionally caught things like assignment information.

He gathered up his things 10 minutes before class was over, so he was able to run out of class the instant the bell rang. Then stopped in the hallway before it was completely filled. Remembering what Jackson had scolded him on.

Holt never liked giving up time to Jackson, since Jackson tended to hog time, or wouldn't let him out for full days. His eyes narrowed, or that one week on the farm…

He was reluctant to give him passing period. Spotting someone big in a red shirt down the hall though, he slowly pulled his headphones up to his ears and turned up the music.