Being the new kid in school it was standard procedure to stand in front of the class every period and be introduced. It was worst when the teachers decided to ask you questions. By third period Cassian had become accustomed to staring at the back wall and ignoring the teacher.
This period though was by far one of the worst. He had to duck one paper plan and four pencils as he entered alongside his new chemistry teacher. He took his place in the front of the room and listened while the introductory speech was made.
His eyes wondered around the room and stopped on an albino near the back. He seemed particularly out of place with his orderly stack of books and overall perfectionist air. Even from a distance Cassian could tell he growing more irritated by the minute.
He broke out of his thoughts when he heard the teacher ask him to take a seat in the back; the one right behind the albino.
Despite knowing that he was showing disrespect, Jezebel didn't care to listen to the introduction that his teacher was giving the new student, staring up at the front of the room at the short teen, ears seemingly shut off to the rest of the world. It wasn't until the short teen's eyes landed on him while scanning the room, and halted on him instead of continuing to observe the rest of the class that he started paying any sort of attention. He knew that he must look at least slightly out of place, appearance-wise, as he always had, but no one had ever paid any attention to him for it. If anything, his stand-offish attitude's had kept others from saying much of anything to him, much less pulling him out of the crowd as someone strange or out of place.
His fingers tapping on the books beneath his hand halted, as he listened for the teen's name, which it seemed he had missed, when he had not been paying even the slightest bit of attention earlier. As the introduction was completed, the short teen, who obviously had not been paying much attention to the teacher, either, made his way back to his directed seat - the one right behind Jezebel, and the only empty table in the room. 'That makes the new student feel wanted. Place them in the back of the room, instead of with anyone else. No wonder no one likes this teacher.' he thought, keeping his eyes forward as he heard the chair scrape against the floor, and then scrape back as he moved forward again.
The teacher made her class announcements, and then proceeded to explain the new experiment the students would be working on - again, something far more simple than Jezebel would have preferred to work on. As she finished, she announced that the class would have to pair up, due to lack of supplies and Bunsen burners for them all to work independently.
Turning around as the class paired up, he looked at the shorter teen, who was, in appearance, the polar opposite of him, dressed all in black with dark hair. "I suppose this leaves the two of us." he said, standing up and pushing in his own chair, grabbing his notebook from his pile of books and starting over to one of the stations, without a glance back at the shorter.
Cassian looked up from starring at his desk to the albino as he stood and walked towards the nearest station. He was mildly surprised at the straight forward invitation but followed regardless.
He took his seat opposite to the other and leaned forward on his arm. He spoke after a moment of contemplating the other. "So what landed you in this unorganized zoo of a classroom? Seems they put you with all the delinquents in the school."
He kept his tone light and neutral, but he was intently starring at the albino through his bangs.
Busy setting up the beakers and gathering the chemicals needed for their experiment, writing them down as he went along in a list of what he had done, Jezebel was slightly surprised when the shorter teen spoke to him. He hesitated a second, thinking about the question, before setting to work again, putting the beaker in his hand on top of the stand, on top of the unlit burner, and reaching for the lighter and the gas valve.
"I neglected to take this class in my junior year, and for some reason, they wouldn't let me test out." he said, stalling his hand that had been reaching for the gas valve and instead reached for a clear chemical, pouring the chemical into the beaker before reaching once again for the valve, turning it and then striking the lighter, giving him a small flame to heat the chemical, and placing a thermometer in it. "This class is basically just a placeholder, as I managed to learn the practical uses of everything here in my AP Biology class last year." he spoke again, surprised at himself. He never spoke this much to other students, particularly when he didn't know them.
"Why are you in here? What year are you, anyways?"
He watched the other boy set up the experiment, half glad at least one of them knew what they were doing. "I'm supposed to be a senior, but for family reasons I'm in and out of school a lot."
Cassian narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought about his father. He just wanted one moment of normalcy, and he couldn't even remember the last time he really talked to his father.
He shook his head clear and stuck out his right hand. "Names Cassian." If his observation skills were as good as he liked to think, then the other boy hadn't been paying attention earlier either.
He nodded with a 'hmm' as he checked the temperature quickly, and turning up the gas on the flame to increase its size, careful not to turn it up too high, as not to break the glass from the quick temperature change. Looking up after checking again, he saw that the teen - who, now he realized, was the same age as him - had his hand held to him, awaiting him to take it and shake it after introducing himself.
"Jezebel." he said quickly, letting his hand grasp the others quickly, giving it a quick squeeze, as he often did with his professors and teachers, but never with students. He let his hand go, much quicker than he had anticipated that he would, and went back to checking the temperature again, the thermometer climbing much faster than it did before.
"How experienced are you in chemistry?" he asked him, adjusting the flame again, and then leaving it, giving it another minute or two to get to the temperature that was needed for the reaction they were looking for. He knew it was anti-social of him, to not ask any questions about the teen - but he had never made much of an effort to get to know many people in the first place.
He kept his hand up for a moment before silently letting it drop to his side. He made sure he memorized the name for name for future reference and mildly glared at the flame.
"Hardly at all." Traveling with his dad left him with close to no time to focus on anything like study. The only subjects he was able to understand were English and History. Besides, science had never been an interest to him.
He watched the boy-Jezebel-as he messed with the temperature or whatever it was he doing with a bored gaze. After awhile his gazed shifted to the clock at the front of the room. Fifty minutes to go.
"Chemistry is pretty easy." he said, again surprised by the amount he was responding to this teen... this 'Cassian'. "It's all a matter of mathematics, and knowing the chemicals." he said, checking the temperature one more time, then pulling out the thermometer and turning the flame on as low as it could go, as to keep it at a constant, but not let it cool down. Grabbing a piece of cotton, he held it in tweezers, ready to place it in the beaker.
"One chemical plus another chemical... and the end result has to have the same amount of atoms. The result of the change always varies, though." he said, dropping the cotton into the clear liquid. The cotton, the second it touched the chemical, turned to flame, as did the rest of the liquid around it, and smoke went off above it, leaving the remnants of the cotton - hardly anything other than ash - at the bottom.
He saw, then, that Cassian was staring up at the clock. "The hour doesn't get any shorter, regardless of how torturous it is." he said.
He reluctantly tore his gaze away from the clock and looked back at the experiment. He gave a small sigh and tried to pay attention to what was happening. Then he remembered he didn't even know what they were trying to accomplish.
"So what are we trying to do?" He shifted his arm a bit to sit up straighter. He watched the smoke as it drifted through the air and thought about lunch while he waited for a reply.
Jezebel pushed a paper list towards the shorter teen, not looking up from writing his own notes. "See everything on this list? We're supposed to document the chemical equations of before and after the reaction, and write whether its a physical or a chemical change." he said, obviously uninterested in the experiment as a whole. The entire experiment was rather elementary, and most of the reactions were showy - anything to keep the attention of the less intelligent students.
"This last one, here - it looks like its just cotton, and she did that to trip students up." he said, picking up a bit of the cotton he had used. "It's actually a theatrical prop called flash cotton, which is soaked in chemicals to be highly flammable. The pyros and techies in the theatrical department have a field day with this stuff, when they're using magic and such in plays."
((We should do a time lapse or summat. I'm REALLY not all that good at chemistry. XD ))
Cassian listened calmly and absorbed the information. He understood what they had to do, he just didn't want to. Frankly he thought this whole thing was a waste of time.
He looked at the cotton Jezebel held up and prayed to high heaven there weren't any pyros in their class. A pencil almost beaming him in the eye had been enough excitement for him.
(Good idea. Chemistry isn't my strong point either.)
((Sorry for not posting - out at the lake all day. You can tell by my inability to move due to sunburn.))
Class seemed to move at its normal, slow pace as Jezebel half-explained each reaction to Cassian, solely by telling him the chemicals and the resulting change, writing down his notes in much more detail than he cared to explain. He could see the teens disinterest, and frankly, didn't care, as he began to treat him like the rest of the students in the class.
He knew it was rude of him, especially since this was a new student, but if he was going to make just as much of an effort as the rest of the class - none - then he wasn't going to put in any effort to make him feel welcome. But conflicting with all that - something that he hadn't had with the rest of the ignoramuses in his classroom - was the guilt of knowing that he was being rude to the black-haired teen. He frankly didn't know why he cared even that small amount.
He shook his head, and continued to explain the last of the equations to Cassian, this time in a bit more detail.
"...You could likely copy my notes, as you don't have any." he said, after a few seconds, and then went silent again for a few more seconds. "We've only got five minutes until the end of the period, and you haven't been taking your own."
(No problem. This will probably be brief because I have to go to somewhere.)
Cassian looked up at Jezebel for a moment, almost as if he was decideing something. Slowly he pulled out his notebook and pencil from his bag and layed them out in front of him.
He made a gesture towards the other boy's notes. "Thanks."
As the shorter teen finished copying his notes, Jezebel busied himself with cleaning the supplies - emptying out the beakers, turning the gas off, and returning all supplies to their rightful place in various cupboards and shelves throughout the room. Cassian, he noted, was a fast writer, and managed to finish up his notes with two minutes to spare until the end of the class, and the end of the day. Picking up the originals of the notes, which had been returned back to them, he placed the notebook inside his shoulder bag after closing it, making sure it would remain in fair condition.
The bell rang, and he picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he stood up, and waited for the class to empty out before even attempting to make his way out, for fear of being trampled.
He gathered up his own notebook and pencil and slid his messenger bag on over his shoulder. He watched Jezebel stand by the station as the others left. Paper airplanes and broken pencils littered the floor and Cassian kicked one of the pencils halves in boredom as he too waited for the class to clear out.
Figuring making conversation wouldn't kill him he turned towards the other boy again. "What's your next class?"
As the class emptied out, Jezebel started to make his way out, being glad to avoid most of the end-of-day rush. He stopped a few steps before reaching the door, and turned around to face the shorter teen again. "It's the end of the day." he said, blaming Cassian's mistake on the fact that he was a new student here that day. "Though one of my dual enrollment classes is in two hours, and I'll likely be at the library until then." he said, and then, after a pause -- "Probably stopping for dinner at the cafe', as well."
Cassian almost wanted to smack himself for the mistake. Of course this was the last class. He just needed to get used to this new schedule. He listened to Jezebel patiently and inwardly grinned.
"Not to sound weird or anything, but would you mind company?"
He still didn't know to much about this town and Jezebel was the only person he talked to all day. Might as well attempt making a friend.
Feeling the corner of his lip curve up a little bit, Jezebel found himself suppressing a smile at the shorter teen's mistake, and how he had just brushed it off as such. He hadn't the slightest clue why - again, it was just a random student, even though he was new.
"I don't have any objections." he said, starting out the door of the class now. "Just keep in mind that I tend to study in my time after school more than anything else. Don't expect to get a large amount of conversation out of me."
He chuckled a bit. "Do I really strike you as the talkative type?" He trailed behind Jezebel as they left the room and let him lead. After all, he didn't exactly know where which way they had to go.
Jezebel remained silent, walking with Cassian in tow to his locker, picking up one of his textbooks he had placed in there earlier, and then placing his chemistry book amongst the other folders and notebooks that filled the upper shelf of his locker, which appeared to be used only by him. His bag already filled, he held his Dual Enrollment textbook in his hands, heavy as it was, and started to the front of the school.
Leaving the school, he led the way to the bus stop, and paid for both of them to get on the public transportation - he figured that Cassian might not have carried around any money with him on that day, anyways - and besides; he probably hadn't expected to take the public bus.
He wasn't the type to fuss over someone paying for him. Besides, it was best if he could save money. He wasn't exactly living on a loose budget. He sat in the bus row across from Jezebel's and stared out the window, watching the scenery pass.
He felt better when he was moving in some way. All his life until now was moving from place to place. This feeling of being landed was awkward to him. He sighed and crouched down into his seat.'How long will it last this time?' He thought.
Reaching the stop closest to the library, Jezebel stood up, and tapped Cassian on the shoulder, as to be sure not to leave him on the bus. Grabbing his bag and books, he let himself off the bus, about a half a block down from the library, and a shop down from the cafe' where he often had lunch when he studied. He looked down at the book in his hand, and then over to the library - he had his laptop with him, and the cafe' provided free wireless.
"Might you be hungry?" he inquired, gesturing lightly towards the cafe'.
Cassian jerked slightly at the contact and stood up, tossing his bag over his head and resting it on his shoulder.
"Yeah, a bit."
Lunch had been a torturous event in which he had to be guided around the school by a big headed prick of a student. One hand chosen by his history teacher of course. So, needless to say he didn't get a chance to eat.
(I think we need to scoot this back again. It's going to go off the page.)
((Started a new comment, then. :3 ))
Jezebel nodded, starting towards the shop. The tall window was lit by spotlights from the ceiling, highlighting various art on display, and the inside was generally bright - yellow-orange walls, and a brown floor that made the building feel warm, though not too much, as the high ceilings counter-acted the effect. Going to a table by the wall, he set his book on the floor, and set down his bag on the chair, pulling out his laptop and placing it on the table, plugging in the power cord on it to the outlet.
Moving his chair, he sat down - then looked up at Cassian. "How much money do you have?" he asked, remembering the prices in the cafe'.
Cassian sat down in the chair across from the others. He patted his pockets for a minute before looking at the prices list. He shot a quick glance at Jezebel. "Not much." He felt a faint blush raising on his cheeks. If he hadn't felt like a helpless dork yet, he did now. He was not making very good impressions.
(I honestly know nothing about European money ><)