Jean took notes constantly as the teacher droned on and on. He seemed to be the only one paying attention too. Either way, he took notes and listened. He wanted to be a doctor, to save people.

Like every other day, as soon as the bell rang he packed and left.

"Hey!"

Jean didn't even flinch. He kept walking, straight to his next class. He'd never been late, and wouldn't start now.

"C'moooon!" Jean rolled his eyes but kept walking. It was an hour and a half until noon, and he had English next. Mrs. Kellie was strict and didn't tolerate tardiness at all. The ginger adjusted his glasses and shifted his bag to his other shoulder as he began to run across campus to his next class.

All the while he was being followed by a man with long, black hair, and silver eyes. The man had no trouble keeping up and was chattering away even though he knew he was being ignored.

"-than and Stacy are definitely screwing at lunch in that closet in Mary Hall, I heard them yesterday. Oh and Jean! There's a new transfer from Japan. I haven't seen him personally, but the girls are talking about him constantly! He's got piercings, and wears dark clothes, and is really pale! I heard he is cold as hell and smokes like a fire with pine needles! And-"

A new kid huh? Jean kept running. 'Wonder if he's in any of my classes.'

"Hey, Michael," Jean starts as he turns a corner. He was the only one who had to run all the way across campus every day for English due to the fact he was only eighteen and was a sophomore. He had to run all the way from Kale building, where most freshman classes were. The ginger had to take at least one freshman class, and that class happened to be all the way across from English.

The halls were mostly empty, so Jean deemed it safe to talk to Michael. "New kid. Can I get a name, age, year?"

Jean walked into class, wiping the tiny bit of sweat off. He made no sign of hearing as Michael told him about the new student.

"Okay, so his name is Cole Brettswraith or something, and he's twenty. He's a sophomore." Michael then went on to talk about theatre club and how they were all spies. Jean ignored him in favor of getting his textbook out and skimming through it again, for any missed notes.

Mrs. Kellie walked in, a black-haired man walking in behind her.

"Okay, this here is a transfer from Japan. His name is Cole Brettsworth and I hope you adults treat him with respect." The teacher gave everyone a pointed look. Adults they may be, but they still act like children half the time.

Jean briefly studies the raven-haired man. He was tall, around six foot, maybe six foot two. He had sharp green eyes and a thin face. He had three eyebrow hoops on his right eyebrow and a hoop on his right ear. Another hoop hugged his lower lip in on the left side. He wore a slightly baggy navy long-sleeved shirt and black jeans. He looked bored.

Jean returned to taking notes, in the margins he wrote a note to Michael before erasing it.

Tail him.

A brief touch to his shoulder and Michael was gone. The first test. If he saw Michael he passed. If he didn't, well, more friends never hurt. Not that Jean had any. He tended to keep to himself after he moved to Jackson County, not really knowing how to approach someone new. Jean glanced up and saw Cole walking towards him. He raised an eyebrow before remembering that there was an empty seat next to him.

Jean didn't pay any more attention to the raven as he focused solely on his notes. He could smell the strong scent of cigarettes and earth coming off of Cole in waves. He scrunched his nose slightly and pushed up his glasses, eager for the class to end so he could breathe fresh air from the nature trail and eat something.

When the bell rang the ginger quickly packed up and all but ran out of the classroom, heading straight for one of the cafe's. As he walked outside, he took a deep breath and smiled at the scents that reached him. He loved the smell of nature, and knew he'd miss it when he moved back to his home city.

"So, find out if he's like me?"

Michael ran a hand through his outrageously long hair and sighed. "He seems pretty normal, he hasn't shown signs of seeing me, and I couldn't sense a Glamour, so if he's like you he doesn't have the common ability. Then again, he could have Shield, but I don't want to test it in case he doesn't have it and gets hurt."

Jean sighed. "It's not even been half a day though, so do you mind testing him for about a week? And stay by me, I don't want you brushing anyone and creating more targets." At the word targets, both of their faces darkened.

Jean Fox, age eighteen. A straight-A honor student. Sophomore at Jackson University, studying to be a doctor. He was by all standards, an average person will above-average smarts. That's what everyone knew.

What they don't know is that Jean was special. He had a power that he was unintentionally given by his best friend at age fourteen. His best friend, who happened to be a Fallen Angel, or just Fallen. When a human comes into contact with a Fallen, they gain the ability to see the unseen and gain abilities that normal people don't have.

Jean wanted to be normal, but was recommended to train his ability by a man who was basically his older brother. So he acted normal, and only used his ability at home, or when in a secure environment.

The ginger sighed, breaking the tense atmosphere. "Come one, let's hurry and eat. I have Psychology next and I need all the energy I can get to deal with Professor Azeod. That man's head needs checked."

Michael laughed, shaking his head and pulling his hair up into a high tail. His wings were out of sight, tucked firmly against his back. "Let's."

"Every day gets a bit less exciting." Jean murmured as he dried his hair and sat at his desk, turning on his computer and pulling up an empty document. He had an essay on the Human Psyche due in a week and he wanted to get a jump on it. He had two paragraphs typed when a knock sounded on his door. He glanced at the clock. It was seven thirty-seven in the evening, who would be knocking? Not to mention literally no one spoke to him other than Michael, but he wasn't actually a student, so he didn't count.

He pushed his chair back and stood, stretching as he walked to the door. He raised an eyebrow when he opened it and saw none other than Cole Brettsworth.

"This is room 2B10, right?"

"Um, Yeah."

Cole walked right by Jean. "Looks like I'm your roommate then."

A roommate? What a funny coincidence. Especially since the roommate was Cole.

"Oh, okay. Um, Feel free to grab something from my fridge. At- at least until you stock yours."

Cole nodded. "Thanks. Gotta ask. Who was the dude you were hangin' with earlier? I'm hella jealous of his hair. It's so damn long, kinda shocked no one was staring."

Jean narrowed his eyes slightly. He forced a relaxed laugh. "You mean Michael? He's my best friend, not actually a student here. He just is good at hiding from the staff. He dropped out of high school."

"Well, I'd love to ask him how the hell he grew it so long and how the hell he manages it. Mine's only to my upper back and it tangles so easy."

Jean didn't have to force the next laugh that bubbled forth. "Yeah, I feel you there. My hair isn't long, but the curls tangle every five minutes. I gave up trying."

"Aww, look at the little fox kit making friends. I'm so proud!"

Jean shoved Michael, who had climbed in the open window. "Shut it! You're one to talk, you don't have any more friends than I do!"

Michael clutched his chest and fell to his knees, gasping like a fish out of water. "The words! They cut deep!"

Jean laughed and flicked his hair out of his eyes, pushing up his glasses. "Why don't you and Cole talk while I work on my essay and study. I have to keep my grades up if I want to not redo sophomore year."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jean shook his head and sat back at his desk, the sound of Cole and Michael talking fading to background noise. At exactly ten o'clock, Michael was booted from the window and Jean turned off his lamp, ignoring the indignant cries of his best friend two floors down.

"Was that necessary?" Cole asked, amused, as he pulled on a loose muscle shirt.

"Yes. He's too clingy, and I am not waking up with him staring at me like I'm going to drop dead any second." Jean hesitated for a second, then added, "Again."

Cole just shook his head and turned off his lamp, laying down with his arms folded behind him. Jean took off his glasses and rubbed his blue eyes before laying down on his side and easily falling asleep.