I trudged my way out of homeroom and toward study hall. I looked at the board, sure enough there was a new supervisor, which meant new rules. I looked at the rules, not many dramatic changes. Then I looked at the chart.

"A seating chart in study hall? Come on." I muttered. I found my seat in the back and sat down. Emma Swan sat across from me.

"Hi Jace." She said with a wave. I nodded and plugged in. I left one ear bud out in case of conversation. The melodious sound of All Time Low graced my ears. I of course started humming along.

"She's dancin' alone, I'm ready to go, but she's so lost in the stereo. She's out of control, so beautiful." I sang. Emma smiled at me.

"All Time Low right?" I nodded.

"Thought so. I've only heard one or two of their songs. I'm more of an indie person." She commented. I shrugged.

"They're not for everyone I suppose." I took out one of my many sketch pads and started drawing. I saw Emma glance at my tattoo.

"Who let you get that?" She asked. I guess it was a bit strange, seeing a sophomore with not one, but two tattoos.

"Killian, people mistake him for eighteen a lot, so the people at the shop didn't question it. Though Liam is going to be pissed at the two of us tonight." Emma tilted her head.

"Liam Jones really is your brother? No offense, but you guys look nothing alike." I laughed.

"The number of times I get that a day is staggering. Though, I think Liam likes it that way. Not being associated with either me or Killian. It makes him feel, more above us." I commented almost bitterly. I remember a time where Liam wasn't always pretending to be our parent. Though that was long ago and I don't think we'll ever get that version of him back.

"I guess, that's kinda how David felt about his brother, James. He and Killian might've gotten along." I chuckled.

"Perhaps. Killian does quite well on the friends aspect, I just wish they'd stop getting him into trouble." I chuckled, as did Emma.

"Oh is that what it is? I thought Killian was just born with the ability for trouble to find him." I laughed at the comment.

"A homing beacon perhaps?" I proposed. Emma and I were laughing so much we didn't see the supervisor come over and look at the two of us.

"What are you doing Ms. Jones?" She asked, rather forcefully. I looked up at her.

"Casually making fun, or commenting depending on your choice of words, my brother's ability to have trouble find him. Emma here was just adding to the theory." I said with a hint of smart-alecness in my voice. Emma had to prevent herself from snickering. The supervisor just glared at us.

"Can you comment in a lower tone? You're disturbing the other students." Emma took over from here, knowing I didn't do sincerity well.

"We will, sorry miss." The supervisor nodded and walked back to her table. Emma and I almost burst out laughing again.

"That is the best description of what we were doing ever!" I laughed and rolled up my sleeves. Emma tilted her head.

"A sophomore with tattoos? That's not something you see everyday." I shrugged.

"Another one of the instances in which Killian found trouble and I got dragged along. I was okay with it." I smiled. Emma was reading it.

"Do it for the memories?" I nodded.

"Somethings I want to do things simply because I want the stories to tell people later on in life. It would be my life motto, except my motto is you are what you love, not who loves you. Which will probably be my next tattoo later on in life." Emma nodded.

"And the rose?" She asked. I grinned.

"It's virtually Alex Gaskarth's only without the banner." Emma smiled.

"Very daring, especially for a sophomore." She noted and smiled. The bell then rang for the end of class.

"Thanks for the laugh Jace, I needed that." I smiled and bowed.

"My pleasure Emma." Emma smiled and walked out. I then ran out to gym and threw my phone in the holder at the beginning of gym. I must've had my sleeves still rolled up because Mrs. Brown looked at me.

"Ms. Jone's what is that on your arm and your hand."

"It's a Sharpie with baby powder and I got dared by Killian to keep it on for the entire year." Mrs. Brown nodded. I walked out and sat at the end of the of the locker bench. Mary Margret sat across from me.

"Hello Jacelyn." Mary Margret smiles. I gave her a salute.

"How many times have I told you to call me Jace?" She laughed slightly.

"Too many?" She proposed. I nodded and started getting changed. I finished and went to sit next to Ruby.

"Nice lie Jace. Just don't let MM hear it." She noted. I nodded.

"You'll vouch if Stricter gets involved right?" She put her hand over her heart in the most dramatic way possible.

"I'm insulted that you have to ask. No dip I will; I'd be a shitty friend otherwise." I laughed. Oh Ruby, so dramatic...

"Well, just double checking. Can never be sure with you." She laughed and Mrs. Brown told us all to go into the gym and run three laps. The others groaned as I grinned and bolted ahead of the crowd. I finished all of mine without breaking a sweat and we went about gym as Ruby ranted to me about how much she hated Victor. In all honesty, I know she's into him. She's just too damn stubborn to admit it. Too damn soon, Mrs. Brown ushered us into the locker room and had us change. I changed quickly and ran out to the next class. Casually bumping into Killian.

"Liam knows about me taking the phone and if anyone asks about the tattoo: it's Sharpie with baby powder that I dared you to keep on the rest of the year." Killian grinned.

"Thanks lass, I owe ya one." He said. I smirked.

"Technically, you owe me like five things but I digress." Killian laughed as we parted ways and went to my next class.

A/N: Sorry this too 5ever. I kept getting distracted by shiny things (and projects, grades and other fun shit :P) Can't promise when the next update will come out. Sorry /: