Christian was laughing with one of the boys in his main art class as he collected his lunch for the day, before noticing a dark skinned teenager at a nearby table.
"He's new," he said.
"Yeah. Brought him in kicking and screaming a couple of hours ago," seventeen year old Toby replied.
Christian's eyebrows rose.
"Guess I should introduce myself."
"Your funeral," Toby shrugged as Chris walked away.
He made his way over to the table the boy sat at, sittig down across from him.
"Hey-"
"Yo, fool! Get your grub off my table!" the kid stood up in defence.
Christian's eyebrows rose again.
"You deaf or sumtin' punk?!"
"No. Are you verbally challenged? Or did you just never learn English?" Christian asked sincerely.
"What?"
"Nevermind."
Christian got up to leave.
"Yeah! And don't come back neither!" the kid called after him, sitting down again.
"Warned you," Toby mused as Christian joined him and a few others at a table.
"You did," Christian admitted, "looks like I'm going to have some company for a while. Anyone got intel?"
"Name's Duncan, but he calls himself 'Dollah' or something. Street name, you know," fifteen year old Carlton shrugged, "don't know much else. But Jake was there when they brought him in..."
"I didn't get much either," the other seventeen year old admitted, "just that he sure doesn't want to be here. And his power is something that helps him steal stuff. That's all I've got."
Christian looked over Carlton's shoulder, watching Duncan again.
"I guess we'll soon find out if he keeps it up for too long," he said, before digging in to his lunch.