The First Meeting

Arriving only a few days ago, Jazelle wasn't too familiar with the layout of this school. He had spent most of his time in his dorm room, but it had become far too stuffy in there for him. He was used to a room in a castle with only the best, not some dorm room that was so small people were packed in there like sardines.

It was better than being married and being a king, though. The sweet taste of freedom was something he never wanted to give up. He had lived under his father's aggression after his mother died, and he was glad to be rid of it.

The hem of his green trench coat flapped at his heels, with his hands stuffed into the large pockets. He didn't have many clothes, but the ones he had could easily be adapted to culture. So far, he figured this was a normal, diverse school... he could hopefully fit in here.

Jazelle found himself near the lake. A small frown came to his face, for he always associated his mother's death with these bodies of water. He dipped his head for a moment in remembrance before walking closer and noticing a girl sitting there.

He stood over her, watching as she drew on her foot. He scrunched up his nose, finding that rather improper. "What on earth are you drawing on yourself for?" he asked her.

A small smirk tugged at the side of his lip when she stood up. He was taller than her, which caused her to stand up. The narrowed eyes took Jazelle by surprise, though. What had he done wrong? He said one thing and she automatically hated him? This awakened memories he preferred to keep in the very back of his brain.

"It's a free country, that's why."

"Indeed, it is," he said. "But the last time I checked, drawing on yourself isn't healthy. Besides, tattoos aren't very proper." An eyebrow rose slightly as he looked down at her, not too intimidated by her angry disposition.