"Beautiful knife,Where did you get her from and what's her name?" Naomi whispered. Naomi stared blissfully at the sheath then blinked and started sharpening her knife nervously again. She stopped for a bit and stared and the gold lettering on her knife That had medusa in silver lettering. She then sheathed her knife and looked at Trevor.

In her mind, her thoughts were screaming Dont get too attached he may leave you and His knife is so beautiful like him.. then she suddenly snapped out her thoughts and confined to stare at Trevor. She then realized one of her ticks was preset to. She could feel her left side of her face being pulled up by an imaginary force. Even though her tick was bugging her she continued to be stare at Trevor.

Pax awoke from his nightmare to the sound of the History teacher trying to awake him "Please boy please pay attention and don't fall asleep when I Am teaching.." Pax death stared her back, He had been expecting her to punish him or cower before him but she didn't all the teacher Mrs...Mrs...Mrs Marshal? Mrs Marsh? Mrs Marshmallow? Did was stare back at him and walk half up to the front. Pax tried to avoid questions that the teacher fired at him. He knew he had made a bad decision death staring the History Teacher.

She knew the boy next to her was 2 things 1. Really cute and 2. Didn't have a name for his knife. She knew it would be random but she said "What about Argo?You have to give it a name because knives help you kill people, help you through life...As my fathers say Love your knives because they love you." After a few seconds she added "Why are you staring at me?" She thought he was cute and lost-in-dreams boy but she still didn't know his name like he knew many others.

"Welll Athena? Artemis? Bianca? Any of those names feel right for her?" She asked. She looked at the clock and sighed it was nearly the end of the period ans she hadn't asked what his name was so she added "Also what is your name?" She had forgotten about the angry client that she had to face tonight or the other client she had faced this morning. All her thoughts was on the mysterious nameless boy who had a beautiful knife.

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Trevor Ferroson/17/Male/Ranger & Wizard/Mentions: Naomi

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"Nah." He patted his sleeve for emphasis. "I'll know when it figures out what kind of name it wants. Until then, it gets to try everything. Gotta find it's favorites, you understand. Oh, uh, Trevor." The angry little monkey that was his brain was cackling manically about the absolute casualness of two teenagers discussing knives in the middle of math class. He was pretty sure the teacher was purposefully ignoring the half of the room they were sitting in. Plausible deniability and all that. A glance at the clock told him that the hour was almost over, and then it was off to some other class. He didn't remember which he had next, but hopefully it'd be more interesting. Oh well.

Naomi nodded and said "Trevor..Trevor.. Sorry my name is Naomi sorry just I usually hear the names of everyone in this town never heard of you,Trevor.." Her heart fluttered like a butterfly in a small glass box. Maybe he would start asking questions I should of said anything. Dam Naomi you are so stupid! She began cracking her fingers nervously awaiting for the wave of questions anxiouxly. Her pale blue eyes looking at Trevor as she cracked Her knuckles against the table rim.

Jackson shrugged, still smiling. "I'm fine, it's quite easy and vivid to remember. Plus, it doesn't bother me a bit, look." He smiled even brighter than he was to show he was fine. Jack didn't need anyone to look after him or feel sorry. They'd get nothing out of it and end up leaving anyways. Rose falling to the ground didn't seem to shock him at all. He sighed and knelt down beside her, holding out a hand. "Please stop crying, you look pathetic. You did nothing wrong, I chose to say what I said in response. Not you." Jackson's tone was calm, yet stern. "Now stand up and let me get you to class so you don't end up missing it." He turned up the volume on the MP3 player in hopes to get her attention, doing his absolute best to stay focused on Rose and nothing else around him. That was easier said than done, unfortunately. Jackson kept getting distracted by every little thing, to the point he managed to find a rat in one of the corners. He shivered in disgusts not because he thinks the rat is gross, but what it says about the school. He looked back at Rose, remembering why he was on the floor. "Seriously, don't feel bad. Whatever you were taught when you were younger, that's great, but I don't like it. Could you I dunno, unlearn it? I want to know the real you, not this." Jack sighedz hoping what he said cheered her up even the slightest little bit. "Crying does nothing for you anyways, sow what's the point anyways?" He's even asked himself this question before, but never knew why. To be honest, he didn't expect an answer from Rose at all.

Rose looked at him and saw that he had crouched down to her level and she thought he was making fun of her as her hearing still wonky. She closed her eyes and covered her head in her palms. "S-shut up." She mumbled as she still thought he was making fun of her. She snuffled and continued sobbing. She knew that if anyone saw them they would make fun of them. "Go to your class. I don't need you being late for class by someone who you don't even like." Her voice cracked from her sobs as she spoke. Her body was shaking and she knew it would take a while for her to calm down even with the help of the music as she now slowly heard the music from Jackson turning it up. "I can't unlearn it. It was burned into my memory so much that I don't even remember learning it." Her voice was quiet, almost as quiet as her breaths were. Even with her sobbing her breaths were almost silent. Her sobs were quiet as well almost not even hearable. You could only tell she was crying from the mass amount of tears held back in all of her years from long ago. She could hear him, or at least parts of what he said, but what really caught her attention was the fact that he was trying to make her feel better and not make fun of her like she thought he would. "I'm sorry." She said and rubbed away some tears com her face with her already-soaked hands. It didn't do much to stop the rainfall of tears from stopping. "I just haven't cried in so long. I couldn't cry." She sniffled again and moved her legs to her chest. She knew she could move or else she would just fall again. "Go to your class. I'm a lost cause."

Jackson sighed, and grabbed Rose's hand. He pulled her up and dragged her to his class, so she could at least learn something while she was here. He said nothing the whole time, just dragging her along against her will. A huge trophy case caught his attention momentarily before he continued. Jack didn't stop after that or attempt to talk to her. He didn't even listen to anyone around them, and ignored the rat in the corner from earlier that had run in one of the bathrooms. Judging by the high-pitched screams, the rat ran into the girls bathroom. That wasn't his concern though. Right now, Jack was more focused on Rose and her little breakdown. He looked around then looked at his schedule since he got lost. Apparently, he was going the wrong way and ended up turning around, going up the stairs from earlier that distracted him. Jackson looked around, looking at every single door before finding his class. He smiled to himself, then at Rose before opening the door just to see everyone look back at him, including the teacher. "Don't look at me like I'm some kind of living legend," he scoffed, feeling annoyed. Right now, Jackson knew Rose wouldn't want any attention brought to her. He took a seat, ignoring the teacher that kept scolding him for being late and sat down.