Hello, I am back again! Time to thank all that reviewed. :-)

Nomi Norisu: The next chapter is here! Thanks, it is rather awesome. :-D

FlyingDutchGirl: Yeah, I added a bit of a twist. What do you mean when you say Jenna's "a spicy chick", 'cause I think I'm missing something show-wise.

Elcall: Its going to be explained before to long where she got the book and mask, there is a reason as to why she didn't use it, (which will be explained soon, as well) and I'm not sure what you're asking when you said, "And also why you didn't tell us yet?" end quote.

Eh, I feel kinda so-so about the title of this chapter. If anyone else has any better ideas, please tell me.

Chapter 2: New Girl, New Rules

Randy stumbled backward as if pushed by an invisible force.

"How'd you?" He whispered. Not even his own best friend had guessed his identity. "I mean, what? I've never heard of this 'Randy' before. . ."

"I. . .I was only guessing, I could be wrong . . . this time." She replied, leaving a hidden meaning in her words besides uncertainty. She stepped into the nurse's office, only to step back out. "No one's in there." She stated.

Randy quick checked to make sure no one was about and nearly took off the mask, but Jenna stopped him, grabbing his arm. "What the heck are you doing?" she hissed at him, eyes narrowed, almost dangerously.

Randy pulled back, tugging his arm out of her surprising strong grasp. "You already know and for some strange reason, I trust you." he replied.

She shrugged noncommittally. "Just don't. Don't take off the mask, and I won't know." she told him sternly, crossing her arms and giving him a "I'm-not-letting-you-back-out-of-this" look.

He held up his hands. "Okay, okay, sheesh." he thought over her previous words. "And whad'ya mean no one is in there? You're bleeding! Ah. . .okay. We need to find Coach Green, he's the gym teacher, he should know first aid. . .or maybe I can do it?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You shouldn't have to do it yourself; after all it's my fault."

"I have some stuff for this, I'll be fine." She replied, reaching into her backpack and taking out a roll of bandages. She sat down, pulling up the right pant leg of her jeans.

"So. . .you fight robots and stuff. Do you know why they attack the school?" She asked, wrapping up her leg. It was long, but not deep.

He shrugged. "I don't know exactly why, but they can be tough to beat. You're pretty hardcore, Jenna." he complimented.

"Eh, thanks. I feel like I've seen that thing somewhere before." She tied off the bandage and stood, picking up her pack.

"Seen what thing?" he asked. The school was eerily quiet, reminding him they both were supposed to be in class.

Jenna put a hand on her chin in thought. "The Robug . . . I feel like I've seen it somewhere before." she replied.

"I feel like that sometimes. It's called dejavu or something like that. Will you be able to get back to class by yourself? I mean, you are hurt, after all . . ." he still felt guilty over that.

"I think I'll be fine. I'll just go hang out somewhere until second period." she replied.

"Well, if you say so. SMOKEBOMB!" he threw down a smokebomb and disappeared. Jenna coughed a little, waving the smoke out of her face as she backed up.

"Okay, those smell like farts." she coughed again, then started wandering down the halls.

Over the next week, hardly any students got stank'd, largely in part due to Jenna. Whenever she saw a bully like Bash, Stevens, or someone else, she'd intervene and help whoever was being picked on.

On Monday . . . .

Jenna was exploring the school during lunch, trying to find her way around when she saw Juggo, riding his unicycle on a tightrope while juggling. He dropped a pin, and Stevens sad-trombone'd him. Seeing how discouraged he was, Jenna marched right up and lightly shoved Stevens away.

"Hey, jerk, you must be pretty pathetic if you have to resort to bullying for entertainment, so back off and get lost." she said seriously, but without any spite, only honesty, in her words.

Stevens huffed and left, while Jenna turned to Juggo, who'd caught his other four pins by now and was watching her with total shock and amazement on his face. She picked up his fifth pin and offered it to him.

"Here. You're pretty good." Juggo hopped of the tightrope and his unicycle, putting the all the pins in his backpack.

"R-really? But Stevens-" he began, but she cut him off.

"Isn't in control of you or your sweet talents. I mean, your juggling, riding on a unicycle, and balancing on a tightrope; and all at once, too. I can't even do one of those things without 'failing epicly'." she used air quotes and snickered, a small smile on her face at the thought, amused by her own 'joke'.

Juggo laughed a little, to, feeling better. "Thanks, I guess your right." he smiled back at her.

"You don't need his opinion to be good. So, you dropped one pin, not the end of the world! Just don't let his negativity affect you to much and keep on plowing through. You're really good at what you do already. React to the people who enjoy your talents rather than those that try to tear you down." she continued, giving another small smile.

Juggo smiled back and thanked her, going back to practice as Jenna merged with the few students nearby and went off to who knows where.

Next, on Tuesday . . . .

Bash and his gang was shoving around Accordion Dave in the halls before school when Jenna intervened. They were tossing his accordion over his head when she called, "Hey, let me take a shot!" she'd called, catching the accordion when they tossed it her way. Dave ran her way next, and she backpedaled, gaining a few more feet of space as she reached into her pocket for a pebble.

Taking it, she held it up. "Hey, idiots, catch!" and with that, she chucked it at Bash, bopping him in the nose. He cried out and held his nose, and while they were distracted, she took Dave's hand and dragged him out of there.

When they were a good distance away, she handed him his accordion back. "Here. They didn't damage it, did they?" she asked kindly.

Dave shook his head no. "Why did you a-help me? I thought you were going to join in on their fun."

Jenna shrugged. "Sometimes a little deception can help. And this time, it did; you got your thing back and they're not picking on you anymore." she replied with a small smile.

Dave was about to thank her when the bell rang for school to start; and, just like that, she was gone.

And on Wednesday . . . .

Nothing much happened on Wednesday, but a few people were talking about her, mostly Dave and Juggo by this point, but also a few others who had been helped by the new girl. Simple things like helping them carry their stuff, giving them advice, that sort of thing. No one really thought to approach her just to talk, or ask her to join them in any fun activities.

She approached other people and talked with them easily enough, so they all assumed that she was good at making friends and already had a lot. They were all wrong in that assumption. Jenna had no friends, but helped people just to help them; that's just how she liked to do it. True, she wanted a friend, but she wasn't sure how to get one.

Then, on Thursday . . . .

Jenna was on her way to the School Library to study when she saw a few seniors surrounding a freshman clad in purple, holding a purple top hat over his head; it was Julian. She watched for a moment, then calmly dropped her backpack and slid it into the wall, out of the way, before balling her hands into loose fists and walking over.

By this time, things had taken a turn for the worst. Julian had been shoved down, someone beginning to slowly step on his hat, the others threatening to start kicking him. Jenna walked up calmly and kicked the guy crushing the top hat in the groin. He squeaked in pain, falling to his knees. When the other two went for her, she calmly side stepped, punched one in the gut and and tripped the other so he flew into a locker.

When they tried to grab her, she merely ducked, skidded on her knees, then popped up swiftly and punched one on the jaw, kicked the other in the back, and slapped the third in the face, using her fingernails, which sent four pinkish-red lines across his cheek. They regrouped, huddling together, and she hissed like a cat, making as if to attack again, and they scurried away.

Julian, shocked and amazed by this, trembled when she approached him, flinching when she reached her hand out. She seemed to wince behind her bangs, instead retrieving and dusting off his hat, making sure it wasn't damaged before offering it back. Julian feared this to be a trick, as he'd encountered similar during middle school.

He stood shakily, trying to glare at her. "S-stay back! I-I know this is a trick!" he tried to shout bravely, but it came out shaky and a bit scared.

Jenna sighed and set his hat on the ground, retrieving her pack and heading for the Library once more. "If those jerks come after you again, let me know; I'll pound them for you." and with those words, she was gone. Julian retrieved his hat and thought over this new persons actions. She'd tried to help him, no, she had helped him, and he turned her away. He'd have to apologize at the first chance he got.

Lastly, on Friday . . . .

Jenna walked outside after school to see Bash giving Bucky a wedgie. Gritting her teeth, she dropped her pack on the ground and marched right up to them. Grabbing one of Bucky's shoulders by the fabric of his marching uniform, she offered a quick, hard punch to the Bash's stomach. Her grip on Bucky's arm kept him upright and helped him land on his feet rather than his face when Bash dropped him.

He cowered behind her as Bash towered over them with an anger yell. "Hey, who the hecks are you?" he demanded hostilely. Other kids began to crowd around, astonished and curious about this freshman who dared to stand up to Bash. The laughable thing was, she was short, shorter than most freshman.

Jenna grounded herself, causally placing her feet and positioning her body in such a way that her side was facing him, rather than her chest. "I'm the guy who's gonna kick your butt if you keep trying to mess the students around here." a few of the other geeks and students sent up a small cheer, as well as Bucky, who'd already ducked away into the crowd.

Bash scowled down at her. "I'm gonna CRUSH you like a thing that crushes . . . other things!" he shouted, taking a stomping step forward, but Jenna wasn't phased in the least.

"You're an idiot, you realize that, right?" she replied calmly, a hand raised to cover her mouth as she yawned. People gasped at her fearlessness. Didn't she know who Bash was? What he was capable of?! And who his stepfather was?!

Shouting in anger, Bash threw out a fist to hit her, only - he missed. Jenna had side stepped, using her other arm to block by first bringing her left fist up to her right shoulder before pulling it down to her upper left leg, effectively directing the bullies fist away from her torso. Everyone gasped again, then cheered.

Jenna dodged every single blow Bash threw at her, calm and not a bit tired when Bash finally paused, panting and bent over. She hadn't struck him once, but only tired out her opponent. The other students would've been on the edge of their seats, had they been sitting.

Jenna yawned, rolling her shoulders. "Sooo, do you wanna keep going or what? I kinda have somewhere to be." she informed him, acting as if to leave.

Bash stood upright again, towering over her, but was obviously still tired. "I'M BASH JOHNSON, WHICH MEANS I'M BETTER THAN YOU'LL EVER BE!" he shouted at her.

Jenna was completely unaffected. "You keep telling yourself that, and I'll be going home then." she turned and began to walk away. Everyone oo'ed as she stood up Bash.

Bash shouted in anger and charged her with the last of his strength, and, without even looking, she easily sidestepped and tripped him, sending him face first into the dirt. Walking away, she glanced back and paused for a moment.

"I highly suggest you leave me alone. Goodbye." she said simply, continuing on her way. Everyone who had been watching began to disperse, talking excitedly about how the fight went down.

Word of this fight reached the ears of Randy and Howard, who had just gotten out of detention. They asked a few different people and got a few accounts of what happened, some the truth, some exaggerated wildly. They were able to draw up a similar conclusion, however; this new kid was a bruce-tastic fighter!

Okay, well, so that just happened. I need some ideas for new robots to start attacking, however, so if anyone has any ideas, please feel free to send them in a review, as well as a new chapter name(I feel so-so about it) And, as always, enjoy and please review!