Ghost Of You (A Jelix AU)

Chapter 1

(( Hey guys i'm back after a long dramatic time... I've laughed, I've cried, I've even dyed my hair. However I'm back! Both in school and in writing, and not with a septiplier one shockingly :)... This is Jelix, aka PewdiepieXJacksepticeye. I honestly love this ship, but Septiplier is still OTP in my opinion. Anyway this AU is by Yellow.Lense and so is the Artwork. Check them out on IG their art is amazing! Last thing, I will be writing a septiplier AU as well alongside this, but I haven't gotten the first chapter of that done yet. Oh yah, and I will try to upload everyday, but I have a pretty busy schedule so I can't promise anything. I'll upload as consistinetly as possible. Anyhow.... ONWARD!!))

Another day, another class, everything as it usually was. Boring, obnoxious. I truly didn't wish to be here, in fact I wish I was anywhere else. My eyes move to the clock hanging above the door once again, each second ticking by in a slow succession.

I let another quiet breath escape from my lungs and let my eyes wander back up to the teacher, drowning out whatever she rambled on about. The work on the board seemed like almost another language, a mix of numbers, letters, and symbols I didn't understand, math certainly has never been my strong suit.

Moving my eyes away from the mass of scribbles on the board, I let my blue eyes scan the classroom, roaming over every clique, and every group of people I sat apart from, labeling each mentally and smiling slightly at a couple of them.

Douchebags, Wannabees, Sluts, Geeks- Wait... Who's that?

My eyes move to a boy I'd never seen before, though I'm not sure how I would have missed him. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Pale skin, bright green hair laying messily on top of his head, blue eyes that were dim yet still full of light, and his clothing. The clothes were the strangest part.

Despite his almost punkish appearance he wore an outfit that seemed directly out of Victorian times.

Black, filthy trousers with a pair of knee high, almost hooker-ish boots over top. A brown waistcoat buttoned up just enough to expose the collar of a white shirt, and a white necktie overtop that, almost looking like a handkerchief was stuffed in the neckline of his shirt, and to top it all off a gray trench coat that flowed down elegantly.

I study him with interest, new kid maybe? I hadn't heard of anyone new joining our school, and lord knows news travelled fast in this hell-hole.

He must've felt my gaze on him as his dim blue eyes move to me, a bored expression resting on his pale face, as I looked closer I noticed how he almost seemed to fade directly into the background, almost as though he wasn't truly there.

The boy huffs out of boredom, opting to ignore me as he pulled his eyes away and swept his gaze around the room.

A minute passes, and finally he stands up, pushing himself up with the desk, his trench coat billowing behind him in a dramatic manner. I look around, expecting all eyes to be on him, but no one pays attention. Strange.

He walks to the front of the room, his boots clicking on the hard floor, each step almost matching the ticking of the clock.

The teacher continues with her lesson, as though ignoring the boy, even when he walks up to the board and with one finger, erases one of the numbers. Again no one notices. I narrow my eyes as I watch him walk away from the board, leaving the teacher with her confusion, her answer to the problem now wrong with the removal of that one number.

The green haired boy moves to the Douchebags next, Jocks. Stepping up to one he reaches over, flicking the larger boy's ear repeatedly, until he finally reaches up to swat him away. It seems almost as though the hand goes directly through the green haired man, as he continues, finally stopping once the boy stopped reacting.