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"I really, really underestimated you Jasper,"he said when our breathing had slowed. "you are a much better combatant than I thought." He offered me his hand. "If you stop trying to attack and run away from us, I can take you to my place and we can wash up before anybody sees us all bloody and bruised up. Truce?" He asked, honestly I was finding it hard not to like him, though I really felt like sulking because he beat me. I grabbed his hand and he helped me up. "Just one question, how did you just beat me?" I asked, relying on his response to keep my sanity. "I've beaten every other person that's challenged me. I've even beaten half of my Senseis. You are obviously at least a second degree black belt but I haven't seen some of those maneuvers before." He raised his eyebrows, just as curious as I was about his tactics. "What degree black belt are you?" He asked, his brow furrowing. "You answer my question first." I said avoiding the question. "Ti-quan-do, kung-fu, and a bit of street fighting. Anything I can pick up during fights or in karate." He said casually. "Hm. I guess that makes sense." I said. "What degree black belt are you?" He asked again. "Third. Going on fourth soon. And you're second, I'm guessing." "Yup." was his response to my guess at his skill level. Then they tried to get me to join their group of friends, but I just repeated, over and over that I wanted to stay unnoticed. They respected me on that, but Jeff always offered when he got close enough to me.

Well, anyways, when I saw Molly, I decided that no matter how shy I felt, I was going to help her. After a moment of trying to decide what to say, I asked her, "Um, so, Molly...What's your next class?" She jumped when I spoke to her, obviously too intent on figuring out her schedule to notice standing there.