(Needs Title) Chapter 6 (Logan's Point of View)

I make my way from the car to the gray stone building. The sun beats down violently on the little skin I let bleed through my clothing. I have to fix things. Why? No idea. How? Don't know that either. But I do know that I have fucked up. But...she's just a toy. Something to taunt for a while until I get bored of her. Right? Right.

I shove the doors open and am instantly relived by the dull, artificial light and few windows.I smirk as a few students turn to look at me but keep my eyes searching for the door I need. I finally find it, the office, and slowly enter. There some child with a mo-hawk is being scorned and seems very bored by it. I let them talk. I have all the time in the world. A heavy-set, gray haired woman looks at me with disgust. I think the look is a permanent flaw that is always plastered on her face.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I need to check-out a Jazz Harrison."

"Are you a friend of Angel?"

I'm not ignorant. I know when you are asked that the question is usually 'yes' and when it's not you can see it in their eyes and hear it in their voice

"Yes."

"Oh, alright. I'll buzz her classroom." she says and types something on the prehistoric computer, uncomfortably I imagine considering her nails area about an inch long.

"That's quite alright. I'll go get her." I turn towards the door.

"Do you know where the gym is?"

"I'll just follow her scent." I say and close the door behind me. I don't need to look to know the twisted, horrible face she makes. I make my way through that building and find myself next to a large structure of the same gray brick as everything else. I could already hear the little children playing something from outside the doors. I kick them open and walk inside. Apparently I wasn't very loud about it because no one looks at me,they just continue with their dodge-ball game. I scan the room for the tall red-head and finally lay my eyes upon her. Due to her height her shorts seem even smaller then the already small ones adorning the rest of the girls. She has her hair thrown up haphazardly, but she still looks beautiful. A different kind of beautiful this time. She catapults a red rubber ball at some short brunette and sends her to the benches. Then one is thrown at her and she almost falls on her face trying to avoid it. It is really rather amusing.

Then she finally spots me, she glances in my direction and freezes. Because she is so focused on me a ball comes and hits her right in the stomach.She doubles over and flashes a rather inappropriate finger at her attacker.

She looks back at me and quickly strides closer to me.

"What...the hell?"

"Always such foul language." I say and shake my head at her.

"W-why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed here?"

"No. No, you are not. Now please leave." she says and turns to walk away. I grab her thin arm by the elbow. The warm veins raise up when I they come in contact with my fingers.

"Now come with me Jazz, I checked you out of school."

She turns around and the face she conjures up several different emotions in me. She looks bewildered. Almost like a stunned animal at a slaughter house.

"You did what?"

"I checked you out of school."

"Why?!" She sounds more nervous now.

"Because you and I need to talk." I say and lock our eyes. After an intense moment of attempting to stare each other down she looks at the floor "Fine. Let me go get my things."

I watch her walk off into the locker room and emerge almost as quickly. She hasn't changed out of her gym clothes and is attempting to stuff her regular ones into her bag. She doesn't even stop in front of me, but keeps walking past me towards the door. "Come on!" she tosses over her shoulder as she pushes the heavy metal doors open spilling beams of sunlight into the room.

We look rather odd as we make our way through the main school building to my car. At least I'm guessing we do the way we're catching glances. I look at her as she looks at me and for a split second we smile at each other before we throw our eyes to the floor, or really, anywhere but the other person. I am too old for these high school games.

"Why did you seem so eager to get out of there?" I ask looking down at her.

"Don't you remember what high school was like? Now, would you want to stay there any longer than completely necessary?"

"Good point." I have to admit she is rather smart for a teenage girl. I push the door open for her and bow my head with a slight smirk. She awkward walks through the door, "Don't do that."

"What? Be polite?"

"No, be a smart-ass."

"Whatever you say." I whisper to her and take her wrist into my hand. "This way."

"Where are we going?"

"To California. We're going to be fashion models for over-priced clothing stores."

"My dreams are coming true." says sarcastically and follows me with ease. Her skin isn't reacting under my touch as much as before. Now there are just the normal goosebumps people get when I touch them.

"Where are we going?"she says scanning the parking lot.

"We will decide when we get in the car."

"You have a car?"

"Don't sound so surprised."

"Which one is it?"

I point at it. I smirk in anticipation of her response. Judging from her home she has probably never seen something so expensive.

"You have a Jag?!" Her eyes grow in size and in the intensity of the light behind them.

"Yes."

"I didn't even think you had a house." She says smiling in disbelief.

"I'm glad you think so highly of me."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Mhmm" I walk to the passenger side of the car and open the door. It takes her a minute to realize I'm holding it open for her. I slam the the door shut as soon as she throws herself inside and go to the driver's side.

The car jumps alive with a low growl. "Have you ever been to Huntsville?" I ask backing out of the parking lot.

"The big city? Um, Maybe once or twice."

I rest my foot forcefully on the gas pedal, throwing Jazz's body forward.

"Buckle up for safety." I say with a smirk and head for the city limits.