Summary: Jason gets a Tarot Card Reading, teaches a Physics Lesson, and helps VVURM DRAMA not sound like Trash. Chapter Text –A Few More Days Later– Jason's commute to school is standard, well aside from the Chili Cheese Dog he's eating as he walks into School. He quickly finishes the Frank as he enters the hallway. Jason takes out the crumpled sheet of paper with his schedule on it. "Ok Homeroom, I'll see Naomi there. Math after…" Jason reads as he walks, bumping into someone and in the process and falling over. "Crap!" Jason shouts as he falls. "Ok… Another Bad Habit, not watching where I'm going… You ok?" Jason looks over to the other person involved in the bump and sees a green Stegosaurus girl rubbing her head. "Yeah I'm ok…" her Soft voice barely above a whisper. Jason collects himself and helps the girl up off the ground, noticing cards strewn about. "Uh… Those yours?" Jason points behind the girl, her face then turns a shade paler as she gets on her hands and knees and starts collecting the cards. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it!" She apologizes to the cards. "Hey you're not the one who should be apologizing, let me help you." Jason begins to help the Stego girl gather her cards, he picks up a card and inspects it. "Tarot Cards eh? You into that stuff?" Jason asks the Stego girl, who hides her face. "Y-yes." She seems a little uncomfortable. Jason looks at the card, The Inverted Hierophant. "Hmm, hey are these cards all supposed to be right side up?" Jason asks, the girl does not respond and only continues to quietly apologize to the cards. Jason shrugs and continues to help. The next card he picks up is The Upright Fool. "P-please be Careful… The Cards are saying your energy is… Very unfamiliar to them and they're unsure of your intentions." The Stego girl looks back at Jason who continues to pick up cards. "Trust me, I get that a lot." Jason quips as he grabs another, the Inverted Hermit. "So… I'm Jason." He attempts to make small talk as they collect the cards off the ground. The girl looks over and notices the cards Jason's holding in his hand, Her face goes from shyness to intrigue. "I'm Stella. What cards do you have?" Stella asks the Spark, her entire demeanor changed once she noticed which cards Jason had. "Oh! Uh… These ones." he holds the cards up, Stella puts a hand on her chin analyzing the cards. "Pick up one more for me please?" She asks the Spark. Jason complies and grabs one at random off the floor. The Upright Death. "Oh… Isn't that a Bad Card?" Jason points to it. "Not always, depends on the other cards you have… And the person who draws them." Stella says. "So… why the Inquisitive look, Detective?" Jason asks, unsure of what to make of this Girl. "It's just that… This is such an interesting Reading. You're a lost Soul aren't you?" The girl walks up to Jason and asks with confidence in her voice. "What?" Jason is very confused. "You've had to start anew so many times, haven't you Jason?" The girl continues, making Jason even more confused. "You're not from here, and yet… It's like you're not from anywhere. But something says that you're right where you need to be…" Stella's reading is strangely spot on. "Are cards that Powerful to tell that much about a person? Guess I'm not counting cards at Poker Night anymore." Jason thinks to himself. "You've got a long Journey ahead of you Jason… Why don't we meet up again and we'll see how much further it'll go?" The girl's voice jumps from calm and almost stern to very jovial. "Doesn't this cost money? I don't know if you couldn't tell…" Jason looks at the cut in his Jacket shoulder and the frayed stitching around his wrists. "I'm pretty dead broke." "Oh I don't charge, the cards would be mad if I did… But they really warmed up fast to you Jason! We should continue this!" Stella grabs his hand, about to take him along. The chime of the Bell tells two things. That Jason's safe, and that he's late. "Oh shit! Sorry gotta take a raincheck, bye!" Jason runs off to get to class, dropping the cards as he does. Stella bends down and grabs them, the only one that's different from his hand is The Death card is now Inverted. "Hmmm… Two different readings from the same card?" Stella ponders to herself as she puts the card neatly back into the Deck and walks off. Jason makes his way to class, unsure of what the hell that entire interaction meant. One uneventful Homeroom later and it's onto Math. Jason sits quietly while thinking up answers, his brainstorming is interrupted by the feeling of something hitting him in the back of the head. Jason looks behind him and sees a neatly folded paper triangle, which he opens to reveal a fully completed worksheet. "What the…?" Jason looks over at the teacher and notices he's gone and dozed off to sleep. He then turns around and sees Reed, giving him a thumbs up. Trish is sitting next to him, avoiding the Sparks glare. "Uh… Thanks." Jason whispers. Reed gestures to Jason to come over to their seat, which he complies with. "Yo Jay. What's up, man? Haven't seen you since the show." Reed greets Jason with a fist bump. "Not much man, I've just been around." Jason sheepishly responds. "Or you could be avoiding us like the plague." Trish comments, her eyes still avoiding Jason's. "Huh? Why would I do that?" Jason cocks his head to the side. "...Cause nobody liked the show… Especially Fang…" Trish says, her anger subsiding into a more melancholic tone. "Well I mean… She did lose it when the crowd booed her. Not exactly doing herself any favors, or winning any friends there I'd say." Jason comments while leaning back into his chair and putting his hands on the back of his head. "Fuck you, Skinnie." Trish looks Jason dead in the eyes when saying that. The silence between the group is deafening, going on for what seemed like an eternity. "So… What's up with the band?" Jason cuts to the chase, wanting any reason for the silence to end. "What's it to you?" Trish quips. "Just thought I'd ask, a musician to another…I wanted to ask about-" Jason's cut off by the chime of the bell, which awakens the Math Teacher from his impromptu nap. "Alright your frickin' kids, hand in your frickin' assignments and then get the hell out. I'll grade these damn things whenever the hell I can." The man says, a heavy Jersey accent ringing on every word. "Dammit." Jason quietly says to himself. Jason stands up and begins to head to the front before he's stopped by Reed with a hand on his shoulder. "Wait dude… you're a Musician?" Reed asks. "Yeah, It's one of my hobbies. I'm not the greatest, but I can find my way around a Fretboard or the Ivories." Jason says, a smirk forming on his face. "Dude… you should come sit in with us at practice-" Reed's cut off by the Triceratops. "Absolutely not." "Aw c'mon Trish… You gotta drop that racism man. Don't see people by their skin or scales, see 'em by their soul." Reed's quick speech seems heartfelt but it doesn't budge the Purple Pain's stern look. "This guy has done nothing but insult us and been a dick to Fang, why the hell should he be there?" Trish asks. "You guys just need some Thicker skin I say." Jason quips. "Fuck off Spear Chucker." Trish says through gritted teeth. "Yeah yeah, up yours Shorty." Jason walks away and heads to his next class. Jason makes his way to his next class, Science. Walking in he takes a seat at a desk, the chair next to him empty. "Ah… The story of my life sometimes." Jason quips. "Good news, Everyone!" The Science Teacher, Dr. Fernsworth gets everyone's attention. "Today we'll be doing a group project, now pick a partner." The teacher says, as he does, students start talking to each other and agreeing to be partners. "Lab partners eh? Guess I'll see if I can just do it myself or-" Jason's thinking is cut off by the teacher getting his attention. "Mr. Kiesel, your partner is waiting for you." The teacher points to the back where Fang sits preoccupied by her phone. Jason stands up and gets into the seat next to her, Fang's face goes from blank to shock to anger when she sees the Spark sit next to her. "Hey I'm-" "Fuck you." Fang was not having any of it. "Well Goddamn, guess we can't even try to get off on the right foot, eh?" Jason responds. "There's no foot to get off on, Spikey." Fang's lip curls into a cocky grin. "Says the one dressed like the Hot Topic Christmas Catalog." Jason's quip seems to only make her angrier. "Fuck you." Fang says "Hey it's not my fault we're partners, we just couldn't get anyone in time so now we're stuck." Jason replies. "Just do the damn Work, and leave Me the hell alone." Fang says as she pulls out her phone. "Whatever you say, girly." Jason gets the last word in. Fang looks at Jason, this time even angrier. "Girly? Girly?! I'll have you know I'm Non-fucking-binary you bigoted douchebag!" Fang loses it again, pointing a finger in Jason's face while giving this spiel. "You think you're so hot with your fucked up Vest and attitude that you can just-" "Fang!" The science teacher cuts off the girl. He'd been trying to get her attention this whole time. Fang looks around and sees everyone just looking at her like she has 4 heads. "I'd suggest you step outside for a minute, Fang." Fang thought this would be her big moment, where she'd take down a bigot and everyone would clap. Except one thing… Nobody cared. Fang wordlessly stands up from her desk and walks out of the room. Dr. Fernsworth clears his throat. "I'm sorry Jason, Fang can be… difficult sometimes, please don't hold this against her." The teacher said, sympathy ringing in his voice. "Nah, Doc… if anything it's my fault. I've been pushing that Girl's buttons the entire time I've been here. Maybe I did deserve that." Jason says while slightly Hanging his head. Jason felt sympathy, which was odd for him. Especially in a case where the one he's feeling sympathy for is the one who started this whole thing. The teacher goes back to his Lesson while Jason quietly takes notes, both in school work and in designing some machinery. As Jason continues writing, the sound of a chair squeaking signifies Fang is back in her seat. "Hey look I-" Fang starts but is Cut off by Jason. "No… Don't apologize. I'm Sorry… Didn't think it'd get outta hand like that." Jason looks sympathetically towards the Ptero, who responds with a small smile. "Jason." He extends his hand. "Fang." She shakes it. As the science teacher continues his lesson, Fang seems stuck. Jason takes notice that she's stuck on a Physics question. "How the hell is anyone supposed to-" Fang's mumbling is cut off by Jason. "920." Jason says the answer. "Huh?" "It's the question about the speed of a 9 Millimeter Bullet in miles per hour?" Jason looks over and points to the question. "How do you…?" Fang asks quizzically. "Work stuff…" Jason responds. "Oh…kay?" Fang says, puzzled The two continue their work as the Teacher rests. "So… How the hell do you know the Speed of a Bullet off the top of your head? You don't seem the Nerdy type." Fang asks the Spark, Jason shrugs in response. "Like I said, Work stuff." Jason says. "Yeah, but what kind?" Fang follows up. Jason pauses. "Ok, how the hell do I explain to this Chick that I'm a Government Agent who goes to Alternate Dimensions and fights monsters and bad guys on the daily? She'd probably think I'm fucking crazy if I said that…" Jason thinks to himself. During his time in this Dimension, he's yet to find a way to contact Home. His phone doesn't work, the Patch dimension can't be traced. Hell, he can barely be traced. "Whatever…" Fang seems to have lost interest. "Oh, Thank you Procrastination. The one time you've saved my Ass." Jason sighs in his mind. The electric chime of the bell indicates that class was over. "Ok… Onto Music!" Jason says excitedly. Fang raises an eyebrow. "Music, eh? Guess we'll be sharing that one too." Fang says, a slightly annoyed tone in her voice. "Wanna walk there?" Jason offers. "Fuck it, got nothing better to do." Fang gets up out of her chair and walks with Jason to class. "So… You seem like the type to like Hardcore music… Favorite Band?" Jason asks. Fang seems off-put by the Sparks sudden friendliness but she still bites. "Hmmm… I'd have to say The Anklyo Project, or maybe Meteor Herd…" Jason kinda sits there for a second. "You… Don't know them, do you?" Fang looks at Jason. "Yeah, No, I'm lost." Jason says while shaking his head. "You fuckin' Dweeb." Fang says as she laughs a bit. "Aw c'mon I'm hip, I'm cool. I know some pretty good Bands too!" Jason says while putting his thumb to his chest. "Yeah ok, they're probably all Boomer Bands… Like Stegallica or something." Fang quips. "Oh hell no, ever heard of a band called Havok?" Jason asks. "Who?" Fang asks. "Y'know… The Band that helped make the 2000s Thrash Comeback as big as it was! They toured with Anthrax for God's sake!" Jason shouts while making a nuisance in the halls, getting a laugh out of the Ptero. "Ok Boomer." Fang quips. "Whatever, my Band's could run circles around Your's." Jason points to the Ptero. "Oh yeah?" Fang looks back. "Music class, when there's a free period, grab a Guitar and we'll see who's riffs kick more ass. Deal?" Jason extends his hand. "Deal." Fang shakes. The two make their way to the classroom. they're greeted by Mr. Jingo as they walk in. "Ah, Fang, you're just in time. Oh! And you must be the new Human student, Jason." The teacher greets them with a calm voice and a smile. "You know it." Jason quips. The two take their seats next to each other and are handed school work which they both breeze through. "Ok, and the Harmonic Minor is like-" Jason's aloud thinking is cut off by a thumping rhythm behind him. Jason peeks and sees Fang's tail, Tapping a rhythm that he recognizes. "Is that… Stegallica?" Jason asks, raising an eyebrow. It took every muscle in his body not to say 'Metallica' Fang stops the tapping and awkwardly looks away, attempting to hide the blush on her Face "And I thought you didn't like 'Boomer Bands' eh?" Jason quips. "F-Fuck off." Fang retorts, still hiding her face. "Aw C'mon, if You're gonna insult someone's music taste, why even bother if it's a band you like too?" Jason asks. Fang seems to just stay quiet for the rest of the time, finishing her work she sets it aside. Jason follows suit and leans back into his chair, putting his arms behind his head. After some time, Mr. Jingo hops up and collects the work from the students. "Alright class. While I grade these, let's have a free period. Grab an instrument you like and have at it!" Mr. Jingo's voice doesn't seem to go above a certain volume. Jason looks over at Fang, with a cocky smirk forming on his face. "You Ready?" The Spark asks. "To show You up and put You in your place? Definitely." Fang replies, a Cocky tone in her voice. They nod and go to the wall where the instruments are kept, both peruse the options of instruments until they both turn to two Acoustic Guitars. "Alright Taylor, please don't play like trash." Jason says as he closes his eyes and strums a chord. The guitar rings out perfectly fine, although slightly out of tune. "Ok, the Strings aren't made of Rust and the Action isn't a mile high. I'd call that a win!" Jason grabs the guitar and heads back to his seat. Fang returns as well, turning the Tuning pegs while sitting down. They both dig in their pockets for guitar picks before digging them out, Fang's pick is a 1 Millimeter Blue Tortex while Jason's is a 1.5 Millimeter White Flow Tortex. "Mine's bigger than Yours." Jason quips. "It's not the size of the pick, it's how you use it, Dweeb." Fang quips back. They both chuckle before Jason gestures to Fang to play, which she does. She begins to strum a few chords, to kinda warm up. "She's a better Guitarist than Bassist, I can say that much." Jason thinks to himself. As she continues, she suddenly starts playing a riff clearly not made for acoustic guitar. A Fast, Power Chord filled Punk riff. She plays for about a minute before stopping and looking over at Jason. "Not bad." Jason says as he goes in for his riff. Jason begins with a hybrid picking riff before going into a Thrash Metal-styled one. He continues this before doing a small solo, playing around the Pentatonic scale a bit. Jason finishes with a big strum before sliding his hand up the fretboard and stopping. "How about it… Not bad, Spikey." Fang quips. "Hah, you should see me on a guitar with a Neck that isn't the size of Manhattan." Jason returns the quip with his own. "What's the matter? Little Humie hands can't handle a Taylor neck?" Fang teases the Spark, getting a Smirk from him. "Nah, I'm better on Electric. I oughta get my guitar out of my Car and then we'll see who's riffs are really better!" Jason says. "Then I guess This isn't over." Fang says, smirking. "No it isn't." Jason replies. As they say that, the Bell chimes, indicating Lunchtime has come again. "Alright class, expect your grades back by the End of this week. Jason, Fang… That was some showdown you two had. Why don't you work together instead of against each other?" Mr. Jingo's suggestion seems to make Fang think for a second before she just walks off. Jason shrugs to the Music Teacher before leaving the room. "So you getting lunch or?" Jason catches up to the Ptero and asks. "Going to Practice…" she says. "Practice eh? With Reed and Trish right?" Jason asks. "Yeah." Fang replies sheepishly. "Y'know, Reed said he wanted me to chill there with you guys. But since you're the leader of the whole-" Jason's cut off by the Ptero. "You're coming." She says. "Huh?" "I mean…I wouldn't mind that." She says awkwardly. "Oh. Ok!" Jason gives a thumbs up. "Let me go get my gear out of the Car, just tell me where to meet." Jason says as he dashes off "The Auditorium, where we had our show. You've got 10 minutes Spikey!" She shouts to Jason. Jason makes his way outside of the school and hides behind the back of the building, he takes off his tattered Denim Jacket and looks to the brown Patch on the right Flank. "Ok buddy, let's get us a usable Rig!" Jason says as he reaches in. Reaching through the pocket dimension, he grabs onto a Guitar neck and pulls it through. "Oooh, the Adrian Smith Signature? Nice choice old pal. Ok now for the amp!" Jason reaches in again and grabs the handle of an amplifier, groaning as he pulls it through. "Ok… Marshall DSL 40C, this'll be good. Now just a few extras and I'm in!" Jason continues to reach into his Patch and pull more gear from the pocket dimension. From a distance and peeking from behind a corner, Naomi sits and watches with Awe and Confusion as Jason pulls out piece after piece of gear from seemingly nowhere. "...How in the world?" Naomi thinks to herself. "Ok! Setup complete, now I've gotta haul this into the auditorium and I'll be Golden! Hey, a side door!" Jason walks in Naomi's direction, she quickly hides herself from the Spark's eyesight as he props open the door and begins to haul gear inside. The scene cuts to Fang, Reed and Trish setting up their gear and talking amongst themselves. "So then, I was like 'No dude, Carfentyal. Not Fentanyl." Reed chuckles as he wraps up his story. "That's… Nice, Reed." Trish says, unsure of what to make of his story. "I thought it was Funny." Reed says, disappointed. As they're about to finish, the Door swings open with Jason holding his gear in hand. "Knock Knock, guys!" Jason says as he carries in his set-up. "Jaybird!" Reed quips excitedly. "Took you long enough, Spikey." Fang quips. "What the hell is He doing here!?" Trish shouts. "Oh hey, it's Short, Purple, and Racist. Don't mind me, just a Spear Chucker here to wiggle some Strings and make some noise." Jason quips as he begins to set up his gear, Reed helping get everything powered up. "Fang, what the hell is he doing here!?" Trish looks to the Ptero, anger spread across her face. Fang looks uncomfortable as Trish stares her down. "H-He… Apologized for insulting me… And he wanted to jam so…" Fang rubs her arm, her eyes seem cloudy and she looks like she's about to cry. "C'mon Trish, if even Fang can warm up to Jay, I think you could give 'em a try." Reed says while Jason finishes up his setup. "This Skinnie has been nothing but a Dick this entire time, now you want him in the band?!" Trish shouts, even angrier than before. "Hey! I never said I'd join, I'm just here for one Jam session. I'll be out of your Horns at the end of the day, promise." Jason says while putting a hand to his chest and his other in the air, swearing on his words. Jason turns off the standby of his Amplifier and slams his pick into a Power Chord, the roar of his Amp fills the room. "Wicked Setup bro!" Reed says as Jason goes into a short solo. Jason walks up to the small Pedal Board setup on the floor and clicks on an Overdrive Pedal. His solo is blisteringly speedy, doing Scale runs faster than some can even think. He finishes the Solo with a descending lick that ends with him grabbing hold of the Tremolo arm on his guitar and depressing it, dropping the low E String's tension to almost nothing as it rattles against the Pickup. With one more slide up the Neck and a quick turn of the volume knob, he finishes. "Soundcheck!" Jason shouts as he laughs, Reed joins in. Fang sits in awe, she didn't think he'd be that good. "Damn…" Is all She could muster to say. "Dude, That was one Awesome Solo, Jay." Reed walks up to the Spark and gives him a fist bump. "Ah It's nothing, it's just playing around some Scales and putting some Flare on it." Jason says, attempting to come off as humble. "It… Wasn't terrible." Trish says while looking off to the side. "Is Trish actually complimenting Me and not being Racist? Who would've guessed?" Jason quips while shrugging. It gets a laugh out of Reed and Fang, and a look from Trish. "Alright enough goofing off, We playing or what?" Jason asks. "Oh! Yeah… Maybe we should try 'My Neighbor's Dog looks like Willem Dafoe'?" Fang says, the band nods while Jason looks confused. "I'm Sorry, what's the Song called?" Jason asks, he gets no response but instead a count in by Reed. "2, 3, 4!" The Band begins their song, another Fast one. Jason jumps into the song but can't seem to stick to the groove. Fang's bass playing is Sloppy, Uncoordinated, and a far cry from her abilities on the Six String. Reed's drumming is Surprisingly good, though Jason can't hear much of it with two Basses filling the room Trish seems to play with about as much Passion as a piece of Wood, it seems like she really doesn't care. Jason holds up his hand "STOP!" he shouts, the band complies. "What the hell are you doing? That was a good one!" Trish cries out. "That's a good one? I can barely make out Reed's drums with your Double Bass Guitar! Hell, I can't even hear my own Guitar, so I don't even know what I played!" Jason says. "Well, then I guess You can't hang, Humie!" Trish quips. "What's wrong with the Double Bass?" Fang asks. "Everything… Just fuckin' Everything." Jason responds. "Oh, what do You know! It's a unique style! all our own, You just couldn't keep up cause it's too advanced for your Boomer rock Guitar!" Trish looks proud of herself with that one. "Yeah? Unique doesn't mean Good either. The Two Basses ring out with the Drums, especially the Kick, in a way that makes you just sound like a wall of White Noise. The Frequencies are all too close together! That's why different instruments exist! They all behave differently in the Mix!" Jason's lesson in sound mixing leaves Reed and Fang looking quite surprised at the Spark, and leaves Trish looking angry. "Well maybe the Music isn't for you!" Trish gets in Jason's face, her Seething Anger making her face turn Red. "I never said it was, it isn't for Me!" Jason manages to keep his cool somehow, despite every part of him wanting to Deck the Triceratops in the face. "T-Trish… Maybe you should-" Reed's words are cut off by her looking over at him. The Raptor's eyes widen as fear washes over him like a tidal wave. "Look… Call it Friendly Advice from a Guy who's seen tons of Bands come and go… the Double Bass doesn't work. Fang can barely even play the fuckin' thing, and you aren't exactly Jaco Pastosaurus either." Jason says, attempting to Deescalate the situation. The Silence in the room is Deafening, everyone begins shuffling uncomfortably. "Maybe… Maybe he's right." Fang says while rubbing her arm. "What!?" Trish looks at Fang. "I-I'm not saying he is, but maybe We could try it once with Me on Guitar?" Fang asks, clenching her arm while looking off to the side. "Ok see, that's how you make progress! You hear people out and try out new ideas! C'mon, grab that Guitar and try it out!" Jason gestures to the guitar by Fang's amp. She walks over and grabs it, plugging it in and turning up the volume knob. Reed's face turns to a smile as Everyone gears up to go again. "Ok… Let's do it again. 2, 3, 4!" Fang counts in and they begin playing again. This time, the song actually sounds pleasant to the ear. Fang initially seems a bit off-put by the Guitar but warms right up to it. This time she Sings, and her voice is much better than the Concert a few days ago. Trish seems to have gotten over her anger slightly, as she seems to be enjoying herself a bit more. Reed is still hammering away at his Drums, the Kick being well defined and his entire Kit being used well. Jason plays along with the song, walking around stage and goofing with the Band mates. With a break in the vocals coming, Jason mouths the word "Solo?" to Fang. She nods. Reed does one more fill and Jason jumps right into a Solo. The Solo begins with Jason playing a Natural Harmonic and using the Tremolo arm on his guitar to make it 'Squeal' His next few licks are more Nuanced and not quite as Flashy, but they still retain the Energy he had before. He ends his solo with a run up to the last Fret, bending the High E up to the full second octave as Fang grabs the microphone and begins singing again. The song ends with a big finish, wherein Jason does one last crazy lick and it ends on a Power chord. "Oh yeah! That was Great!" Fang jumps in celebration as she runs over and hugs Trish. "Dude, that was Awesome…" Reed says as he reaches down and grabs a Thermos. "See? You sounded way better, Dude." Jason applauds the band. "...I don't know…" Trish says while looking away from Jason. "C'mon Trish, you gotta admit Fang killed it! you all did on that one." Jason's compliment makes Trish blush slightly. "I still think the Double Bass is better." Trish tries to stand her ground and recomposes herself. Fang and Reed look disappointed at that comment. "What? This is just about Ego isn't it? It always is in these situations. If you really wanna make a decision, leave it to a Vote." Jason says. "...Fine. Those who Vote we keep the Second Bass, Raise hands." Trish raises her hand alone. Jason steps forward. "All in favor of letting Fang play the instrument she's good at?" Jason says, Reed and Fang raise their hands. Jason raises his as a courtesy. "Yes!" Fang says as she fist pumps "There goes our Marketing Strategy…" Trish says, looking down at her feet as if she was being scolded by a parent. "Marketing? You don't need Marketing, you're a Highschool Band." Jason quips. "Yeah? and we're gonna rule the fuckin' World one day, Skinnie!" She shouts. Just before Jason could really react, the Bell chimes. "Oh shit, gotta run!" Jason says as he pulls his guitar off, puts it on the stand and dashes off. "Reed! Keep an eye on my Gear if I forget it!" Jason shouts back. "You got it Bluejay!" Reed responds. "Bluejay? He really likes giving Me nicknames for some reason." Jason thinks to himself Reed and Fang wave Jason off as Trish just crosses her arms and turns away.