<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About a year ago<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Home Ec teacher,  Tristyn<br/><br/>Jack typically got out of school, and got off to work, since his shift started about a half hour after school let out; and that was just a little longer than he needed. This day, however, was different; the bookstore was closed for a few days, as the exterminators were bug-bombing the place.<br/><br/>So, Jack, having something of a gaping void in his schedule, had decided upon this particular day, to fill it up with talking to the Home Ec teacher, Mrs. Stutz. She was a nice, older woman, and she, like Jack, loved to cook. And that's exactly what they end up spending quite a bit of time talking about; swapping recipes, and ideas for creative ingredient usage.<br/><br/>He held a good relationship with just about all the teachers, as he found himself getting along with them better than his so-called peers, who lacked the sense of maturity that Jack valued so highly.<br/><br/>Soon enough, however, the woman had her home to get back to, and Jack had to do some shopping at the grocery store. As he was heading back to his locker to get his riding gear (he was currently attired in a red t-shirt, denim jeans, and his steel-toed boots), he watched a small gang of jocks pass him by. They were laughing and jokin' and high off of something that wasn't drugs. He heard a few interesting snippets of something, before the one player got hushed.<br/><br/>The snippet he heard was along the lines of 'showed him' and 'shower? brilliant'. Seemed really odd, and not much to work with, but he decided to detour his way off to the showers in the gym, just to make sure. He'd rather be a fool, and waste time, than realize later on that someone needed help, and he chose to ignore it.<br/><br/>And...<strong>"Shit."</strong>That's what Jack had to say when he saw the apparently unconscious military kid. Sure, Jack had heard the rumors, but he never saw fit to cast aspersions on Tristyn because of what his father did. The sins of the father did not get inherited by the son, as far as Jack was concerned.<br/><br/><strong>"C'mon, up we go."</strong>He says, more to himself than anyone else as he picks up Tristyn, and carts him off to the school's infirmary. He'd hang around as the nurse helped him to recover and while the nurse seemed willing to just go along with what Tristyn had to offer as an explanation, the other boy should be able to tell that Jack is not buying it for one second.<br/><br/>First of all, their was what he heard. Secondly, he seemed to be more injured than from just a fall and choking on a drink could do; and thirdly, there had been no bottle. But, Jack doesn't call him out on it; not yet, at any rate.<strong>"I suppose that could've happened. I just hope it wasn't someone, or some people, else. I'd hate for them to be able to just get away clean."</strong><br/><br/>He just left Tristyn with those words to ponder, before he got up, and went to leave. He had, after all, some shopping to do.