In Which the Antichrist meets the Last Scion...
With the Beach Boys playing in his ears, Jessie wove through the other Standford students on their way to class. It took a little more skill to get through with his long skateboard but he was a guy who liked a challenge. Today, it was a bright sunny Monday and he had Theology 103: Theology of Jesus Christ. He liked the irony. Of course, no one knew that when he strolled into the class room and took a seat in the middle of the pack, tucking his skateboard under his desk, he was an anti-Christ but that's what he liked best. His little secret was his little secret.
Well, except for the roommate who was aware of what he was and the brother of his roommate who was also aware of what he was. Besides those two though, Jessie was confident he was going to have a pretty long stay at Standford, maybe actually earn his degree instead of magicking one up when he wanted to get a job. He just had to continue to avoid everything demonic or angelic. And actually pass. Passing would be a good idea too.
He leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, putting one ankle on the opposite knee.
Tara, meanwhile, was the preppy girl who most would think was either in some sorority or some fashion design class from the way she bounced around in her stylish outfit. She wanted to sit in the back of the class but since she was wearing a heel that had broken halfway to the classroom, she was now on time and those seats were full. There was the group of geeks sitting in the front who looked at her like she was the first woman they had seen in years, and that was just creepy. So that meant climbing the stairs to the middle section with one heel and one semi-flat and finally she took a seat in front of some shaggy surfer and started to dig through her messenger bag for her little netbook.
While not a religious person, Jessie looked up at the ceiling of the classroom and mouthed a silent "thanks" because his good day just seemed to keep going. A pretty girl had sat in front of him. This was a great Monday.
He leaned forward, folding his arms over his desk and leaning over slightly to get a look a better look at her, "Hey, sorry to bug you, got a pencil I can borrow?"
It was a good opening line, nice, simple. He wondered if he could get a phone number by the end of class.
Tara rolled her eyes and didn't look up from her bag, handing one to him without a word. What was it with the surfers never coming to class prepared? Really.
Oh, chilly. Jessie kinda like that. A lot of the time, he got easy girls. He usually wasn't around to take the time to woo the more challenging girls. This could be fun.
"Thanks," he said, flipping the pen between his fingers. "So, credit course or major?"
There was her candy pink netbook which neatly unfolded on her desk as she booted it up. "Social sciences. I figure it's an easy A. You?" She didn't turn back to look at him, and maybe he'd get the picture not to keep talking.
"Religious studies major actually." Usually that surprised people and won him points. People thought he was deep, caring when he admitted that. He was. Sort of. It was complicated and he didn't like to think about it. Best to focus on the girl.
"You going to be a priest then?" she asked. "I mean, what else is that major good for? It's like communications."
Jessie actually laughed softly at the idea. Him, a priest. If the girl only knew. He shook his head. "No. Actually, you can also be a college professor with it. I'm going to be a world traveler. I'll figure out the career thing... later."
When he didn't have to run for place to place all the time. Which would probably be never considering the way demons were still after him.
"Anyone with a college degree could be a professor. But then the system will only be spitting out professors and there will be nothing but schools." Tara turned a bit in her seat, figuring that if she was going to have to talk to him until class started, she might as well look at him.
... wow, hello Professor Sexy... she was totally changing her mind on the surfer type, especially with the smile and the eyes and that dimple. "If you're going to travel the world, why aren't you in international studies then? Or foreign languages? Or are you doing a missionary thing?"
He shrugged. "Doesn't interest me. Anyway, if I'm going to learn about a place, I'm going to do it in person not a book or a class room. After all, that's the best way to learn."
"Of course it is. Then why religious studies?"
"What? Haven't figured it out? It interests me." He grinned, pretty sure she was going to ask why next. Everyone did. He was already going through his list of standard responses to pick a good one.
"Well, I guess we all have different things that catch our attention. I like clothes, and you like Jesus." Tara smirked and turned around in her seat.
"Come on, even you have to admit, the guy could rock a pair of sandals." Never let it be said Jessie gave up easy.
"I wouldn't know. Never met the man."
"Probably a dick," Jessie muttered under his breath before grinning brightly again. "That's alright, I hear he's hard to get a hold of."
"Depends on if he's even real," Tara pointed out. "Which could be the reason why he's hard to get ahold of, you know." At that point the teacher came into the room and she sat up a bit more.
Great, the professor. Jessie sighed a little to himself and settled back into his seat. He couldn't talk to her while the teacher was teaching what with his whole goal of passing and not cheating. Damn.
Tara listened to every word that the teacher said, transcribing it down on her laptop. Later she would put them into a better set of notes to study and do homework from. She did, however, manage to catch the reflection of the cute surfer in her screen every now and then as he tried to keep up with the teacher. She smiled a bit and focused back on the lesson.
Jessie didn't really bother with notes. He scribbled every now and then in a notebook but pretty much just listened to the lecture and wondered if he had time between this class and his next one to go surfing. If he used his power, sure but he wanted to hang around after class, talk with the cute girl in front of him. He hadn't even gotten her name before class started. He was determined to get it.
Forty five minutes later, the lesson was over and everyone packed up. Tara closed her netbook and slipped it into her bag, then looked at her watch. She had just enough time to get something to eat and call her friend to make plans for the night before she had to get to her next class. "See you Wednesday," Tara told Jessie, smiling as she put her bag over her shoulder.
"What if I said I'd like to see you before Wednesday?" he asked, throwing his bag over one shoulder and his skateboard over the other. He figured he might as well try his luck. Sometimes, he had good luck. He thought it might have something to do with his powers but he wasn't quite sure on that one yet.
She bit her lip and turned to look back at him. "Well, I would ask why? It's only two days."
He shrugged still smiling. "Maybe because I know a great burger shack down by the beach and really think your life won't be complete until you go there. I also know a great sushi place too if that's more your style. Maybe because I need advice on what sandals make my ankles look best. Really, what you should be asking is 'should I say yes?' and yes, you should."
Tara couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. He was like a little puppy and it really made him adorable. "I've only got an hour before class. There's no way I can go to the beach."
"That just means we have to go after all your classes are done. Say, seven?"
She thought for a moment, considering the options. She and her friends could go out to get pizza at some crappy joint and complain about their day, or she could have a date with the cute boy. Oh hard choice. "Meet you at the student center?" She gave him a grin.
He saluted her with two fingers. "Name's Jessie. I'll see you there."
"See you there, Jessie." She grinned and headed out, never giving her name to him. He'd have to earn it.
He grinned for a minute longer before just disappearing back to his room to grab his surfboard and swim trunks. He so deserved a surf before his next class.
She turned back for a moment, wanting to ask which place they were going to go to so she knew how to dress, but he was gone. She blinked, adjusting her bag curiously, then shook her head and headed for the door. That wasn't weird at all...
Well, except for the roommate who was aware of what he was and the brother of his roommate who was also aware of what he was. Besides those two though, Jessie was confident he was going to have a pretty long stay at Standford, maybe actually earn his degree instead of magicking one up when he wanted to get a job. He just had to continue to avoid everything demonic or angelic. And actually pass. Passing would be a good idea too.
He leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, putting one ankle on the opposite knee.
Tara, meanwhile, was the preppy girl who most would think was either in some sorority or some fashion design class from the way she bounced around in her stylish outfit. She wanted to sit in the back of the class but since she was wearing a heel that had broken halfway to the classroom, she was now on time and those seats were full. There was the group of geeks sitting in the front who looked at her like she was the first woman they had seen in years, and that was just creepy. So that meant climbing the stairs to the middle section with one heel and one semi-flat and finally she took a seat in front of some shaggy surfer and started to dig through her messenger bag for her little netbook.
While not a religious person, Jessie looked up at the ceiling of the classroom and mouthed a silent "thanks" because his good day just seemed to keep going. A pretty girl had sat in front of him. This was a great Monday.
He leaned forward, folding his arms over his desk and leaning over slightly to get a look a better look at her, "Hey, sorry to bug you, got a pencil I can borrow?"
It was a good opening line, nice, simple. He wondered if he could get a phone number by the end of class.
Tara rolled her eyes and didn't look up from her bag, handing one to him without a word. What was it with the surfers never coming to class prepared? Really.
Oh, chilly. Jessie kinda like that. A lot of the time, he got easy girls. He usually wasn't around to take the time to woo the more challenging girls. This could be fun.
"Thanks," he said, flipping the pen between his fingers. "So, credit course or major?"
There was her candy pink netbook which neatly unfolded on her desk as she booted it up. "Social sciences. I figure it's an easy A. You?" She didn't turn back to look at him, and maybe he'd get the picture not to keep talking.
"Religious studies major actually." Usually that surprised people and won him points. People thought he was deep, caring when he admitted that. He was. Sort of. It was complicated and he didn't like to think about it. Best to focus on the girl.
"You going to be a priest then?" she asked. "I mean, what else is that major good for? It's like communications."
Jessie actually laughed softly at the idea. Him, a priest. If the girl only knew. He shook his head. "No. Actually, you can also be a college professor with it. I'm going to be a world traveler. I'll figure out the career thing... later."
When he didn't have to run for place to place all the time. Which would probably be never considering the way demons were still after him.
"Anyone with a college degree could be a professor. But then the system will only be spitting out professors and there will be nothing but schools." Tara turned a bit in her seat, figuring that if she was going to have to talk to him until class started, she might as well look at him.
... wow, hello Professor Sexy... she was totally changing her mind on the surfer type, especially with the smile and the eyes and that dimple. "If you're going to travel the world, why aren't you in international studies then? Or foreign languages? Or are you doing a missionary thing?"
He shrugged. "Doesn't interest me. Anyway, if I'm going to learn about a place, I'm going to do it in person not a book or a class room. After all, that's the best way to learn."
"Of course it is. Then why religious studies?"
"What? Haven't figured it out? It interests me." He grinned, pretty sure she was going to ask why next. Everyone did. He was already going through his list of standard responses to pick a good one.
"Well, I guess we all have different things that catch our attention. I like clothes, and you like Jesus." Tara smirked and turned around in her seat.
"Come on, even you have to admit, the guy could rock a pair of sandals." Never let it be said Jessie gave up easy.
"I wouldn't know. Never met the man."
"Probably a dick," Jessie muttered under his breath before grinning brightly again. "That's alright, I hear he's hard to get a hold of."
"Depends on if he's even real," Tara pointed out. "Which could be the reason why he's hard to get ahold of, you know." At that point the teacher came into the room and she sat up a bit more.
Great, the professor. Jessie sighed a little to himself and settled back into his seat. He couldn't talk to her while the teacher was teaching what with his whole goal of passing and not cheating. Damn.
Tara listened to every word that the teacher said, transcribing it down on her laptop. Later she would put them into a better set of notes to study and do homework from. She did, however, manage to catch the reflection of the cute surfer in her screen every now and then as he tried to keep up with the teacher. She smiled a bit and focused back on the lesson.
Jessie didn't really bother with notes. He scribbled every now and then in a notebook but pretty much just listened to the lecture and wondered if he had time between this class and his next one to go surfing. If he used his power, sure but he wanted to hang around after class, talk with the cute girl in front of him. He hadn't even gotten her name before class started. He was determined to get it.
Forty five minutes later, the lesson was over and everyone packed up. Tara closed her netbook and slipped it into her bag, then looked at her watch. She had just enough time to get something to eat and call her friend to make plans for the night before she had to get to her next class. "See you Wednesday," Tara told Jessie, smiling as she put her bag over her shoulder.
"What if I said I'd like to see you before Wednesday?" he asked, throwing his bag over one shoulder and his skateboard over the other. He figured he might as well try his luck. Sometimes, he had good luck. He thought it might have something to do with his powers but he wasn't quite sure on that one yet.
She bit her lip and turned to look back at him. "Well, I would ask why? It's only two days."
He shrugged still smiling. "Maybe because I know a great burger shack down by the beach and really think your life won't be complete until you go there. I also know a great sushi place too if that's more your style. Maybe because I need advice on what sandals make my ankles look best. Really, what you should be asking is 'should I say yes?' and yes, you should."
Tara couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. He was like a little puppy and it really made him adorable. "I've only got an hour before class. There's no way I can go to the beach."
"That just means we have to go after all your classes are done. Say, seven?"
She thought for a moment, considering the options. She and her friends could go out to get pizza at some crappy joint and complain about their day, or she could have a date with the cute boy. Oh hard choice. "Meet you at the student center?" She gave him a grin.
He saluted her with two fingers. "Name's Jessie. I'll see you there."
"See you there, Jessie." She grinned and headed out, never giving her name to him. He'd have to earn it.
He grinned for a minute longer before just disappearing back to his room to grab his surfboard and swim trunks. He so deserved a surf before his next class.
She turned back for a moment, wanting to ask which place they were going to go to so she knew how to dress, but he was gone. She blinked, adjusting her bag curiously, then shook her head and headed for the door. That wasn't weird at all...