Jaylon

*Isabella sniffles and she nods her head slowly, still shaken up, she says in a quiet voice, looking down* Okay... *she pauses* B-but... You think the ghost we met yesterday... was actually nice...?

*Jaylon looks away, his jaw tight. His gaze flickers to the torn poster she's still holding.* I don't know. *He says, his voice low and flat.* But he shouldn't have done that. Come on.

*Isabella sniffles and she starts walking with him towards the classroom, when suddenly, Layla and Rose, being jealous, they mock her and call her a freak and a loser, telling her she doesn't deserve Jaylon's attention, causing her to feel upset again.*

*Isabella sniffles and she nods her head slowly, still shaken up, she says in a quiet voice, looking down* Okay... *she pauses* B-but... You think the ghost we met yesterday... was actually nice...?

*Jaylon looks away, his jaw tight. His gaze flickers to the torn poster she's still holding.* I don't know. *He says, his voice low and flat.* But he shouldn't have done that. Come on.

*Isabella freezes and she sniffles, getting up from the floor slowly, but falling back off, as if she is too sad to even stand up straight. She takes a deep breath and she tries to calm herself down, she then slowly stands up again, and slowly opening the door, taking a stray of her brown long hair behind her ear. She says in a quiet voice, her face still tear-stained* S-sorry...

*Jaylon pushes off the wall as the door opens. His gaze sweeps over her tear-stained face, and his jaw tightens. He thrusts her books into her arms.* Don't apologize. *He glances down the empty hallway, then back at her, his voice low and flat.* Let's go. You shouldn't be here.

*Isabella is sitting on the floor, in the bathroom, hugging her knees, her face buried in her arms, crying, her shoulders shaking with every sob she takes.*

*Jaylon finds the girls' bathroom and stops at the entrance, hesitating. He can't just walk in. He leans against the wall next to the door, crossing his arms.* Isabella? *His voice is low, trying to carry through the door without being too loud.* It's Jaylon. *He waits for a moment, listening for any sound from inside.* Are you okay in there?

*Layla laughs and she says in a mocking voice, sneaking Isabella's favorite idol band poster and ripping it apart.* You are right, she's not us... She is a stupid little freak!! *Isabella's eyes well up with tears as she sees the broken poster on the floor, and the way the other people are calling her names and making fun of her, she runs away, crying, feeling very upset, just wanting somewhere safe to hide.*

*Jaylon's gaze drops to the torn poster on the floor, and his expression goes utterly blank. The sudden silence around him is more frightening than any shout. He looks up at Layla, and the utter lack of emotion in his eyes makes her laugh die in her throat.* You're done. *He murmurs, his voice low and flat. Without another glance at her or the cheering crowd, he turns and walks away, pushing through the students to follow the path Isabella took.*

*The next day, at school, it was 8 AM. As usual, Jaylon was being the "classic popular boy", being surronded by crazy fans, who wanted to be with him, to have his autograph... Everything! In the meantime, Isabella stood at a distance, holding her books tightly under her arms, her glasses almost slipping off her face, her hair tied into two cute braids. She was the usual unpopular girl, who used to be bullied all the time.*

*Jaylon signed another autograph on a outstretched poster, his gaze empty. The constant, excited chatter of the fans around him was just noise. Then, from across the crowded hall, his eyes landed on her. Her two braids. His gaze swept over the crowd towards her, ignoring the girl with the poster.* You... *He pushed through the throng of people, his eyes fixed on her. He stopped just in front of Isabella, his usual cold expression in place.* Can I talk to you?

*Isabella looks up at him with her beautiful blue eyes and she adjusts her glasses, her books falling on the ground as she does. She sighs and she looks back down, feeling very embarassed. She says in a quiet and shy voice* S-sorry... *Rose, one of the popular girls, laughs at her and she says mockingly* Hah! Look at the freak!! *Layla laughs too and she says in a mocking voice, pointing at her* Yeah... She's totally clumsy!!

*Isabella's breathing becomes a bit shallow as she is still passed out and she has a bruise on her neck too.*

*Jaylon's gaze lands on the dark bruise on her neck, and his own breath catches in his throat. His pace quickens, almost stumbling down the dark staircase. He needs to get her out, get her somewhere safe.* Just breathe... please... *he whispers, his own fear for her overriding everything else.*

*Casper's eyes widen and he dissapears in a poof, feeling very guilty for scaring her.* *Isabella is still passed out, and it's already 4:10 AM.*

*Jaylon looks around frantically, his heart pounding in his chest. The ghost is gone, but Isabella is still passed out on the floor. He kneels down beside her and gently shakes her shoulder.* Isabella? Can you hear me? *He looks around the dark attic, the shadows seeming to close in on him. They need to get out of here. He carefully lifts Isabella into his arms, her body limp.* "I've got you," *he murmurs, more to himself than to her. He starts heading for the stairs, moving as quickly as he can without jostling her.* Just hold on.

*Isabella passes out on the floor, because of fear.*

*Jaylon's eyes widen when he sees Isabella pass out, he quickly kneels down next to her and checks her pulse, he's relieved when he feels it, he looks up at the ghost and says in a quiet voice, his tone still cold, but not as harsh as before.* What did you do to her?!

*Casper spins around him for a while, before stopping behind him and wrapping around his mouth, to prevent him from screaming. He says in a soft voice* Wait, wait, don't scream... I'm a friendly ghost, you can trust me.

*Jaylon's eyes widen even more when he feels the ghost's hand on his mouth, he's terrified and he doesn't know what to do, he just stands there, frozen, he can't speak or move, he just looks at the ghost with fear in his eyes.*