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Cast In Stone

Chapter Three

Jackson kept his head down and his eyes focused upon the tiled flooring. The last thing he wanted to do was run into anyone he knew, but that was an impossible task considering this was high school. He made his way to his locker, spinning the combination and it opened roughly as it always did. If he could catch the janitor to the school around, he'd ask if his locker could be fixed again.

Turning around to empty his backpack, he noticed that Manny Taur was walking down the hallway, a couple of great looking ghouls surrounding him but he didn't seem to be paying as much attention to them as he was looking forward.

Quickly, the young normie turned to face his locker, in lame attempts to shield his face from his bully. He didn't want any shit to go down, not today. He'd barely gotten a wink of sleep due to his mind wandering all night, it'd be nice if for the most part – he could be left the hell alone today.

He felt an odd sense of relief when Manny passed right by him. That was strange. No shove into the locker, no threat… nothing so far. Jackson wondered just what the hell was going on today.

A thought suddenly came to him; he'd probably get it worse later on.

Yeah, that's it. He'd definitely be meeting up later to beat him up some more.

Meanwhile, a group of monsters were following the most popular pair of monsters in the school, the main male in the group was tried of everyone hanging off his every word. Well right now it seemed to be Cleo's every word. Deuce had hardly even said a word to anyone since getting out of the car with Clawd this morning.

Spotting the locker door open with feet sticking out the bottom, for sure he knew those shoes.

Pushing his way through the crowd, this was like trying to remove the yolk from an egg. It could be done, bu extra work was needed. He was almost at the normie's locker when Cleo reached out to cling on his arm and was successful. Deuce's eyes of a gorgeous greenish brown hue narrowed in annoyance towards her.

He didn't spend much time listening to what she was saying, his eyes darted back in the direction of the open locker. It was now closed and he frowned when he didn't see the normie. Looking to the side, he noticed those shoes again. Great! He turned back to see that the normie was walking quickly in the other direction.

Damn, he was hoping to talk to him today.

"And so then I told my sister that I'd ram the most unattractive piece of fake jewelry up her dusty behind and that it'd only match her bland and phony personality… and she was speechless and just left. I think I won that one," the monsters around Cleo praised her. She gave a radiant smile to them, but nudged Deuce in the side, her smile in tact. "what says you boyfriend?"

Deuce gave a shrug, "Cool."

Cleo narrowed her eyes momentarily, but her grip just tightened on his hand. It didn't seem like she was letting him go any time soon, much to his dismay.

It was never her fault, and Jackson knew it. It wasn't extremely often that they went to visit his father in the asylum on the outskirts of town so for his mother's happiness; he could suck up the pain and deal with it. He truly felt it was the least he owed to his mother.

Right now it was the first class of the day and for Jackson that was Ge – ogre – phy, it was an open class this semester so it had a mixed group of monsters from all grades. It was just something new the faculty wanted to run a trial with to see if it went over well. He didn't mind it, but it wasn't one of his favorites either. He sat down in a seat much farther than the rest, he didn't like to be bothered in class.

He just shook his head.

Class was a time where the socializing was to come to a stop and they slowly earned their diplomas. It wasn't time to get into a whole bunch of ghouly drama and relationship crap and more galore. He grabbed for his text book and began to work on what was written out on the board. "Natural Disaster Questions… 1 – 15…." He mumbled to himself, writing out the title of the assignment, 'Natural Disaster Questions' with a double red underline, the date on the right hand side of the page accompanied by a singular red underline.

He then neatly wrote the assignment instructions on it so he wouldn't be confused later on if he had to bring it home and complete it there. And now, it was on to answering the first question. That wasn't before the buzzing of many cell phones went off at once.

There were apparently a shit ton of subscribers to Spectra's blog.

As important as climbing the social ladder for success is, why does the normie keep hiding his face? Something there he doesn't want anyone to see? Sources tell me that he's got the most perfect life livable. Despite being bullied, guess his life ain't all that bad! Stop being a Drama Queen and deal with it normie!

Jackson rolled his eyes as everyone checked their iCoffins that were going off a mile a minute. How could people be so shallow as to follow a blog's every word? Didn't they have any self respect even? Apparently not.

On the other side of the classroom, Deuce Gorgon looked down at his iCoffin. Cleo suggested he should subscribe to Spectra's blog as it was important for them as an 'it couple' to be in the know at all times. His eyes, through sunglasses, scanned the words on the blog.

He raised an eyebrow, what was Spectra getting at? Did she not see how Manny some days would draw blood from him? It wasn't something that Deuce ever had to deal with himself, getting bullied and what not – but he didn't imagine it to be enjoyable… at all.

She had no right to post half the stuff she did, but this time he believed that she went really overboard. "I bet he has servants for his servants." A ghoul in their class giggled.

Deuce narrowed his eyes, "No, that's Cleo."

Cleo lightly smacked Deuce's arm, "You're so funny!" She complimented despite saying it through her teeth.

He suddenly got up, taking his books with him. He asked to be excused to the library where he could work on his assignment in peace and he when he was granted the permission, he had to restrain himself from bolting out of the classroom.

After several minutes later, Jackson shyly took his belongings and made his way up to the teacher, asking to be dismissed from class early. He wasn't feeling so well and the numerous cell phones going off were giving him a raging headache.

He didn't like how everyone's eyes seemed to be on him. He rushed his pace a bit, when he didn't notice Manny's hoof out and tripped over it. Jackson's glare poured into Manny, who was surprised the normie was capable of a glare so threatening. He legit felt a little nervous, so he shifted his gaze away from the normie.

Jackson gathered his things and departed as soon as humanely possible.

Deuce sighed, holding his head. This thinking thing was pretty demanding. Every question so far required it, what a way to stimulate the brain, whether it wanted to be or not. He shifted his eyes around the library, it was really quiet with the exception of a couple cute ghouls who kept getting shushed by the school's librarian.

He then thought back to the past week. He saw Jackson in here a lot, he was always returning a book and getting a new one. He didn't know much about the normie, but he knew he enjoyed reading very much so.

It didn't take him long before he was back to thinking about the normie. What was his name again? He couldn't recall it, but he'd know him if he had the chance to see him.

He completed question seven and decided that after that, he deserved a break. He wasn't actually used to being able to complete some work in class. Normally it was Cleo this and Cleo that, Cleo that and Cleo this. That was all his schedule was made up of lately. Casketball, Cleo, school, Cleo, sleep, Cleo… he wasn't appreciating how he didn't have a say in even the little stuff anymore.

What they shared seemed to be going south pretty quick. At least on his end. Deuce didn't want to be a puppet on a string and why should he be? He had his own mind, his own thoughts… he was his own person with a pretty decent intellect. Why should he put up with Cleo's continuous stunts? Because she was pretty?

Looks weren't worth the stress.

His eyes and snakes perked up as soon as he saw exactly who he wanted to. "Normie!" He exclaimed in a whisper.

"Mr. Gorgon, I may have to ask you to leave if you continue being rambunctious."

Deuce and even his snakes even backed down when scolded, "Yes ma'am."

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