Go to Sleep: The Origin of Jefferson Gray

Driven by and Destined for Hate

Jane was pretty much a more feminine version of Jeff, with the same pale skin, black hair and green eyes. But she was a bit shorter, her hair was done up in a pony tail, and she had black eyeliner. Jane wore a black T-shirt of Venom from Spider-Man and brown combat boots, reading the Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Draco was glaring at everybody on the bus, venom in his eyes. Jeff was used to this, but he didn't care at the moment. He was listening to his favorite song, " War Pigs", by Black Sabbath. It wasn't until Draco flicked his ear that Jeff turned off his iPod and looked at his brother.

" Listen up, shit-head.", Draco snapped, sternly looking at him.

Jeff raised an eyebrow and replied, "Oh, Draco. How many times have I told you? Nobody--and I mean nobody--comes between me and Black Sabbath."

Draco chuckled and said, " Well, I just did. Anyway, what do think this year will be like, guys?"

Jane dog-eared her book, closed it, and looked at her brothers.

" I think it'll turn out okay. What about you, Jeff? You think things will be better this year?" asked Jane.

Jeff smirked and answered, "Not likely, Sweet Jane. Every single one of those cunts are gonna treat us like shit just because of who we are. That's what it was like last year, so it makes sense that it'll be like it this year." Jeff pointed at a 16 year old blonde haired girl and continued, "Take her, for example. The minute she years my name, she'll act like she's talking to the Devil."

After saying his piece, Jeff looked at Draco. Might as well as him what he thinks.

" What do you think about that dude there?", Jeff inquired, pointing at a 16 year old boy with spiky red hair and a black " My Chemical Romance T-shirt". "What's your position on him? Me personally, I'd be a top and he'd be the bottom." Jeff winked.

Draco looked at the kid, and snorted. "First of all, too much information. Second of all, most likely he's some loser who'll do anything his buddies say. Fuck, he might even rob and murder an old couple just to buy some more drugs because his friends got him hooked on that shit. He's a sheep, no doubt.", he muttered darkly.

Jane retorted, " I really doubt that he's capable of doing that, Draco. I mean, look at him! He looks like...okay, he looks like an emo, but he doesn't peg me as the junkie type."

"You should never, ever judge someone by their looks, sister." Draco said.

"Unless you're just interested in some casual sexy times." Jeff added.

'Sides, who's to say he won't become a junkie just because his buddies thought it was a good idea?" Draco replied. Glaring at Jeff, he muttered, "And will you stop being such a fucking pervert?"

Jeff chuckled and replied, "First of all, no Second of all, I'm glad to see you know the same truth as me. Humans ain't exactly my cup of tea either."

" Tell me about it, dude. So, ready for another year at Douchebag High?" asked Draco.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Jeff replied.

Jane tapped Jeff on the shoulder. Jeff was a bit irritated, as he always hated being tapped.

"What is it, Jane?", Jeff asked.

"I don't know if all these guys are gonna turn out to be jerks like Draco says they are. Who knows? Maybe that emo kid will run a charity! And that girl could be a doctor. Let's try for a little optimism." Jane said all this with a nervous smile. She was the odd-ball when it came to the Gray siblings, always seeing things with a positive outlook, a sharp contrast with the pessimist Draco and cynical Jeff.

Once again, Jeff showed his trademark cynicism. He shrugged and replied, " Well, I want to believe that, but with everything we've been through, I don't really have much faith in humanity. These people are part of the vast majority."

"Hope you're not including me in the majority, Jeff." said a voice from the bench behind Jeff. He turned around and saw his old friend Jessica, a pretty and petite girl with hazel eyes, hair that was black on the left side and dyed red on the right, and purple eyeliner which Jeff always found cute. She wore a silver necklace, a red shirt and black pants. Her real name was Jessica, but everybody called her Jinx. 

Jeff grinned. "Jinx! Good to see you!"

"Likewise, likewise!"

"Ready for another year of bullshit and assholes, Jinx?", asked Draco. "Personally I can't wait." He gasped excitedly and said, "Maybe we'll be the first ones to get swirlies!"

Jinx laughed and replied, "Still a comedian, huh, Draco?"

"Nah, just a realist."

"Or a pessimist." Jane added. "How've you been, Jinxy?"

"Not bad, Jane. I've been taking guitar lessons lately, and I don't like to brag--"

"Bullshit!" said Jeff, pretending to cough into his arm. Jinx glared at him, and Jeff blinked innocently.

"As I was saying, I think I'm getting good." Jinx said.

"You really are good," Jeff said. "I've been playing my piano some more, and I was kinda hoping to join the school band. Maybe we could do it together, baby-doll."

"That'd be dope." Jinx said with a grin.

The bus finally stopped at Fresno High. The school was a huge building, with brown bricks, big windows over the front doors, and beige linings on the sides of said windows. Above the door in bold letters were the words Fresno High School. On the building were two banners with the school mascot, a Native American warrior, and written on each banner was the motto: Tradition, Honor, Excellence.

That's a good a motto as any, Jeff thought.

The Gray siblings got off the bus, and headed toward the main campus building. Dozens of other kids were headed the same way. A blonde boy with a LA Lakers jersey approached Jeff and smiled.

"Hi, I'm new here. I'm Eddie. What's your names?", he asked.

Jeff smiled back and replied, "Nice to meet you. My name's Jeff Gray, this is my sister Jane and my brother Draco."

The smile faded from Eddie's face, replaced by a stricken look. He slowly turned around and headed into the building, briskly walking away from Jeff. He knew why. Ever since 2011, Jeff had a reputation for having a short temper. Whenever somebody bullied his siblings, Jeff would give them black eyes, bloody noses and broken bones. One day, when a bully to Draco was found dead, washed up on the dock, naturally almost everybody thought Jeff was the killer. Even when Jeff was declared innocent, that didn't stop anybody. So they called him Jeff the Killer.

Jeff's fists trembled in rage.

"Fucking judgmental, cocksucking piece of shit." Draco hissed, glaring at Eddie.

Jane put her hand on Jeff's shoulder. "It's gonna be okay, buddy. This is a fresh start for us."

"If you say so, Sweet Jane." Jeff muttered. He stayed calm for their sake, but inside Jeff felt the fury rising in him again, as he had felt it rise for so long. Sometimes he wished he could unleash his fury on his ostracizers, but he knew that would only prove them right.

Still, it would feel so good.