Class was not as hectic as Isaiah had expected. Professor Strathmore had tried his best to ignore him, wanting to keep to his lectures rather than to involve himself with the business of students, much more Isaiah. Although he could be seen throwing a little sneer here and there at Isaiah. Everyone was surprised. Including Jenny. Isaiah thought there was something amiss with the behavior. The professor ignoring him had to be just a cover for something else, he thought.When the class was over, the white-haired professor rampaged his way out of the class in a blitz. He left so soon that the students joked about him hating his own lecture so much he had to leave earlier than his students."Are you okay, Isaiah?" Jenny asked, leaning slightly over to her boyfriend, observing how he stared at the professor as he left without giving much thought to him."Nothing," Isaiah said. "I just think there is something wrong with our good old professor. He seemed...off. I am sure that's the word?""

After the brief communication with Isaiah, James headed his way as though he had just not spoken to Isaiah. He had a silly grin on his face. "What are you smiling about?" One of the girls he was walking with asked.He turned to her. "It's nothing." He laughed. Before he could take another step, he felt a hand on his arm, spinning him around. "What the hell?"Soon he was caught face-to-face with Nathan, staring absurdly into his eyes. He sprang backwards. "What are you doing?" He asked."Relax," Nathan said. "I really just want to know something from you. Hopefully you'll tell me the truth.""What?" James found himself flabbergasted. "What's going on now?" One of the two women stepped closer, asking. Nathan raised his palm to her without turning to look at her. "Wait. He will be going to see you soon.""Who the fuck are you?" James asked, clearly annoyed. "Why are you talking to me?""Relax," Nathan replied. "I only want to ask you some questions, please. I'll introduce myself later

Luke and Jackson had spent all day in their room sleeping. They need the rest. The stress their minds and bodies had been put through in the last two days was enough to have anybody crumbling down. So it was a very unpleasant experience for them when they were woken up by knocks on the door."Who the hell is that?" Jackson asked, grumbling half asleep, his eyes squinting and opening to the yellow rays of light that filtered through the window. Luke was still very much asleep. Or atleast he was trying to pretend he was not awakened by the knocks, hoping that if he ignored it long enough, they would go away as much as they possibly could. "It's us," a female voice said from the door. Jackson immediately understood who the people at the door were in the first place. "Isaiah and Jenny?" He asked, hand inside of his trousers. "God. I thought you two wouldn't come until evening or maybe even tomorrow.""It is tomorrow, Jackson," Isaiah said, voice muffled.Jackson's eyes widened. "Are yo

Proffessor Strathmore turned away from Nathan. "I did not come here to bicker and play with children," he said. "So if you will excuse me, I will continue to make my inquiry." The gray haired Proffessor turned to look around. Much to his disappoinment there was not much for him to make any inquiries of. There was no one around who knew anything about the car and it's history. The only thing he could swipe up was that it indeed belonged to Isaiah. He turned back to the young men. Nathan already had a mocking snare on his face. "You were saying?""What's there to say?" The man asked. "That I need your help? Impossible. We both need each other. You need my help also."Nathan made a low laugh. "You are a funny old man," he said. "You know that on the contrary I am the one who actually doesn't need you. But you are too much of a prideful old man to admit that, so you are trying to convince me, no yourself, because I cannot believe you would ever think I am that stupid, that I need you. I

Nathan took a deep breath. He was not angry, nor did he want to force himself into anger. "Like I said," he started without looking at the man. "I think you should be careful about how much you throw the word 'bastard' around. You might go hurting yourself, you know...""Hmph..." Professor Strathmore snorted. "You act like you did not want to say something else before now. I did not know you were that cowardly, Nathan. Perhaps Isaiah was the one who truly inherited some balls.""Are you talking to the man in the mirror?" Nathan retorted. "Because I am very sure that you are not speaking to me.""Guys!" James echoed in the car. "This is not what we came here for. I thought we were here for an assignment. I thought I was the dumber one of you three, but here I am feeling completely wise because all you two have done ever since is make yourselves look like complete clowns, arguing and bickering like you are children arguing over food from the same mother."There was quiet for sometime a