She seems mildly bewildered by the nodding, but waves. 

The rest of the room begins to fill up.

One student rushes in just before the bell rings.

"Sorry I'm late, won't happen again today, promise."

He takes a seat near the front that's still open, which puts him in front of Jay.

And that means it's time for conjugation! 

Look at all this conjugation.

Jay leans forward enough to hopefully be overheard by the boy in front of her.

'Very specific promise that," she murmurs. "Guessing the teacher normally doesn't notice the 'today' in that sentence."

Then she sits back and gets down to conjugating.

Conjugation!

No comment from the boy in front of her!

And conjugation time ends after much dull, boring conjugation, and then she has history.

Yay! Learning about long dead people! Jay does her level best not to grimace, and probably looks like she's wicking a lemon.

The teacher expects this! 

No one comments, and then she's done for the day.

And not a moment too soon! Jay doesn't rush out, hoping to let the halls clear some of people. She isn't entirely sure how she's going to cope doing this day in, day out.

She pauses at her locker, pulling out the books she needs for homework. It feels weird. Then she's heading for the exit, and hopefully some investigative work to figure out what the hell is going on.

Investigation it is. 

Where will she begin?

After a quick run back to the house they're staying in - Tantalus isn't there, but that's not really a problem - to dump her backpack and acquire and conceal the weapons she figures were probably a really bad idea to have at school, it's out to the Preserve, and where a map suggests the old Hale house should be.

It's quiet out here, peaceful, and Jay relaxes; she's always done better away from people. This doesn't mean she's unaware, because she is still listening, and keeping watch, just in case she has company.

There is, as expected, a house.

Jay looks up at the half-ruined house, wondering how the hell it hadn't been torn down already - or blown down in a storm. It still smelt like ash, but that might just have been her nose providing a smell to match the appearance. She approaches it, not bothering to call out, if the person she wants to talk to is here, he already knows she's here, and if not, well, she can always pretend to be a lost hiker.

She walks up to the house, scanning the surroundings, and finally makes her way up the steps onto the porch.

The porch doesn't do anything exciting.

Someone walks out of the woods, though, towards her.

Jay turns to face him, one hand sliding under the back of her top, grasping the hilt of the knife concealed her.

"Evening," she greets pleasantly, discreetly widening her stance, although she somehow doubts her ability to take on an Alpha werewolf should it come to that. She's hoping it doesn't.

"Coming unarmed would have been pretty stupid, but grabbing your weapon when I'm this close wasn't smart, either. Makes you seem hostile. Just a general tip."

"True that, I suppose. But I wasn't sure you were who I was looking for. And we're out here, alone in the woods. Anything could happen."

She takes a deep breath and slides her hand off the knife, holding both hands out slightly.

"Derek Hale, I presume?"

"It's been a while since anyone recognized me. The Hales were famous, once. We're not anymore."

"Well, recent events in this town have people concerned. I'm not here to hunt anyone, just make sure that the town isn't going to explode in anyone's face. Which...I mean, what was going on with the Argents didn't look particularly friendly."

"It wasn't. Why do you think you'll be any help?"

"Whoever said anything about helping? I just said I was here to make sure the town didn't explode. And also figure out what the hell has been happening. But, honestly not here to hunt. Just...assure people bigger than ourselves that the area is stable. That isn't to say I can't be an ally if you need one." She's purposefully avoiding the plural. She's almost certain he's probably aware that she's not alone, but she's not about to advertise the fact.

"The situation isn't stable. Anything else you want to report to 'people bigger than ourselves'?"

"Well, an assurance that you're not going to end up going psychotic and turning or murdering all the town's teenagers would be nice."