Post by Jacelynne on Apr 1, 2009 13:02:41 GMT -5
Detective Xavier
“Look at you. You’ve only done one day in jail you’re an honor student, and you have a good family and home. Your rich, you’ve got the looks, the style everything. I’m so curious, as to why you got involved with a girl like J.C. Michellei, despite so many warnings to stay away from her. Sure, she’s pretty, rich, and a little on the wild side, but why her, of all the girls inside the halls of that school? Most of all, tell us, why you chose to murder the Kilgore Family.” Detective Xavier took a sip of his coffee, then a sip of water. Not the best combination, but it got him through rough nights, and this was a very rough night. He stared at the boy, Mitchell Wells. Mitchell was angry, sure, but no anger could match Xavier’s. He had been very close long-time friends with Adrian Kilgore since he was a toddler, they’d even grown up together, and this idiot kid came along and killed him, with no good intent. Mitchell slammed his fist on the table and began to yell.
“What the hell are you grilling me for? I didn’t kill any of them! I didn’t see you dropping donuts and coffee to help Mikkie when she needed it. That’s why she’s in the hospital barely alive! But of course, your probably on Kilgore’s pay roll like everyone else around here so that doesn’t surprise me that you’d think Mikkie was lying, Xavier.”
“First of all, that’s Detective Xavier to you, boy. And secondly, you will watch your tone when speaking to me.”
“Yes sir.”
“Now, Mitchell, while we wait to hear that your girlfriend is out of surgery and is going to recover, you need to start from beginning and tell us exactly what happened, all the way up to these moments occurrences.” Mitchell looked both uncomfortable and twitchy. He wringed his hands for a few seconds, and then began to talk. Xavier opened the pad to take notes.
Mitchell
“Pacific Falls Island is so great! You’re going to love it! I lived here too you know, and I just could not ever live anywhere else. Miami was an exception, although that’s nothing compared to PFI. They have loads of pretty girls, great guys, surfing, parties, and even celebrities. They have a ton more. It’s like, California and Florida mixed, except they have parent supervision or permission.” Great, another goodie two-shoes town like Ohio. Mitchell thought. He rolled his eyes and started at his mother from behind. She’d been doing that for over an hour. Describing things in too-much detail about what went on in Pacific Island. Since he was still grounded for another week, he wouldn’t be able to see any of this. If it was anything like Cali and Florida together, then he might get along with the people here. She and his sisters and brothers had kept trying to convince him that moving to PFI was a great idea, and that they all needed change, but he didn’t need change, he needed a beer, two hot girls, and one pool under the moon.
“Mother,” he started. His British/French accent leaked out, though he’d been trying to get rid of it. Moving was a good way to re-make your self, and pretend to be someone else. “Please stop trying to get me to like this place. It’s annoying, and not worth your time. I can tell just from the view of the place I’m probably not going to like it. This is exactly why I say I can’t wait until I turn 18, so I can get my own place.”
“Well, you’ve got two good years until then, so just relax for a while. Have some fun, but not too much fun.”
“If that was the case, Mother, then remind me again why we moved here, if it’s all the same.”
“Hence the ‘Parental supervision’ part.” Jillian, his thirteen year old sister said. She had been texting Hanley Astor, her boyfriend, so she’d been quiet all but until now.
“Hence the ‘nobody was talking to you’ part.”
“Stop it, and we moved here because you need a break from California. Next I’d hear you were trafficking drugs.”
“Mother I would never do that.”
“That’s great dear, but parents should never take a child’s word for it. I might be blonde and rich, but I’m definitely not stupid.” Gladly, she had gotten the blonde hair, and not him. He got the nice shiny light brown hair that only his father had.
“And we’re here.” The limousine they’d been riding in for nearly three hours finally slowed to a stop. He got out and gave one glance at the house. It was big, nice, and they probably wouldn’t use much of it since there was him, his dad, Mike, his two sisters, Jillian and Sherry, and his mother, Britt. The driveway was a half circular one and it rested on a large hill. The driveway, since it was half circular, had been extended on the left side, which, at the foot of the hill, is where the gates were set-up. They’re house was a large 1800 type house, but it was very modern and luxurious. He didn’t care much for that as long as his room was the same, minus the batman painting on the wall.
His room was the same, and yes, his batman picture was gone. A few moments after his clothes were put away and he was in pajamas, his mother came to look in on everyone and say goodnight.
“You start school the day after tomorrow, so we’ll go shopping after work. Don’t even think about leaving the house, because there have been strict orders not to let you leave.”
“Mother, why would I sneak out? There’s nothing to do here.”
“Just in case you do manage to read abut something in the newspaper. Goodnight honey.”
___
The next morning, Mitchell took a walk along the grounds. Even though he hadn’t had lessons in years, he took his horse, Twilight and rode her up into their fields. Another house shared the fields, which is where he found himself admiring a girl from afar. She was such a blur that he could hardly keep his eyes on her for five seconds, but to him, it was worth that five seconds. She slowed down abruptly and stared up at him. Mitchell waved and she rode off without a word. Wow. She and her horse were truly a beauty. The horse was a Thoroughbred Stallion. The horses coat was pristine white and all he could see was that from under the girl’s helmet, she had long, dark hair. He led the horse down the hill and began to follow her. He caught up to her and smiled.
“Nice day to be riding.” He wanted to kick himself for such a lame greeting.
She looked at him with ice cold eyes, which were so pale a shade of gray her eyes were almost completely white.
“Yes and an even nicer day for you to not be talking to me.” She pulled the reins and rode off and he rode after her.
“You know I am your new neighbor. Show a little respect.” She stared at him and he almost felt the chill of her eyes go down his spine.
She stopped and took of her helmet. She had long ink black hair that shined in the sun’s light, and her skin was as white as snow. She had a tiny black mole just above the left side of her lip. Her lips were full, and glittering pink, but that, he suspected, was from the heavy lip-gloss he assumed she was wearing. He made a guess that her lips were very red. He also noted that she wore two small black rose shaped rings on her hoop earrings. Her eyes were even more defined, because of the heavy layer of eyeliner around her eyes and the dark eye shadow she wore. She was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a white form-fitting shirt, so it showed off the killer figure she had. He could tell she was tall, but not as tall as him. He was 7’0. But, no doubt she was beautiful.
“Who are you and just what do you think your doing following me? I could have you arrested for that alone. More so that you’re on the Kilgore family’s side of the field, so we play a different game here. See the figure atop the hill? It’s my brother. Also there are camera’s placed strategically around this side of the field. They know every move made and you’re being watched. I suggest you move away and never speak to me again. Good day to you, Mitchell Wells of California. Welcome to PFI.” She gave a knowing but cold smirk and rode off. He was left sitting there, still admiring her. She had the nicest accent, British he could tell, but it sounded a bit more Scottish. Her voice, minus the accent, was deep, rich and seductive. It was like when she was being tough, she wanted to play, and when she wanted to play, she was being tough. The tone was naturally soft and sweet tipped, but very provocative. Mitchell stared at her, as she spoke to the man standing on top of the hill, and he walked away from her. She stared at him for a moment, her eyes just as cruelly cold as before, and her smirk just as cold and spine chilling. She then rode off so Mitchell began back to his own house.
“Have a nice ride?” Shannon asked. They both grabbed a glass of juice with a cream-cheese bagel and a breakfast burrito.
“Pretty good. Hey Shan, how much do you know about the neighbors?”
“The Kilgore family? Not much really. They’re pretty nice, but they keep to themselves. They can get kinda hostile when you go on their property unannounced. They had some problem with intruders back when I was little. I think, around the time you were born. Around the town, I’ve seen the mom and her husband, Adrian, who’s the stepfather. I saw the little girl and her brother once, but apparently there are a lot of people in that manor of theirs. Lot of guys at least.” At least that would explain why the girl had been so coldly and cruelly friendly.
“What about the daughter?”
“Her name’s JC Michellei, she’s like, I think, fifteen. She’ll be sixteen on this Saturday. Weird name for a girl really. She carries her grandmother’s middle, her father’s surname, and her great grandmother’s first name.”
“What’s the JC stand for?”
“Nobody knows. She’s not friendly enough to tell them, and their not stupid enough to ask.”
“You got the friendly part right. I met her this morning.”
“Aren’t her eyes weird, yet cool? I’d love to have a set of eyes like that. By her being just so damned gorgeous, I was surprised to hear she had no personal life, like a boy friend or something. Girl’s gotta be lonely with all that testosterone floating around the house.”
“I got the impression she did it deliberately, and I don’t discuss a woman’s personal life. But, when I met her, I kinda thought somebody woke up on the wrong side of the sugar mill.”
“Wow, nice expression. You better get used to her though, because she goes to your school. Everyone’s out today for the Teacher Appreciation day. Only teacher’s and parents allowed, with the select few of students. But anyway, do not, and I mean this Mitch, do not go near that girl. Don’t try to get friendly or be close to her, or that whole family will crush you like a roach.”
“Why?”
“Well, to me, there’s been some suspicious stuff going on, but nobody else sees it.”
“What does that have to do with getting close to her?”
“The last guy who tried, that was like, two years ago, he went out with her one night, and stayed over her house. He committed suicide five days later. He hung himself.”
“Okay…still not seeing a point.”
“If you touch that girl, or do anything to her at all, you’ll end up just like that boy Mitchell.”
“So. You think their murdering people who touch the daughter?”
“Yeah. Adrian Kilgore is a Christian, that’s why he makes her wear those purity rings where she’ll never lose them. He thinks if he let’s her run wild, she’ll be really promiscuous and turn into some sort of…well… you know what I mean anyway. And neither JC nor Adrian are too fond of each other. Adrian hated J.C.’s father, but was in love with her mother. Some people used to think that Adrian killed her father. At least, she seems to believe it enough.” That explained the black roses.
“Shan, I think you’re crazy.”
“Well, I know I’m right. Something’s wrong with that house…” she gave it one of those thoughtful, creepy movie stares then walked away with her breakfast. Shannon could be so weird, yet so right. Even he got the opposite of vibes from JC he’d expect from a girl. The phone rang and he walked calmly to get it. It was his mother.
“Hi honey. I’m on my way to take you shopping for supplies so be ready.” he gave his mother a brief okay and then went to pull on his shoes and a clean black t-shirt with jeans. Once in the car, a simple Buick, his mother asked him about any good events.
“Nothing special. I met the iciest girl in the world next door, and had a nice little chat with Shannon. Oh, and I slept late.”
“I assume you’d be talking about Jen when you say icy. She does come off as icy, but she really isn’t she just has to trust the right people. She reminds me of a snowflake. She’s icy and cold, but melts easily.”
“Jen? Yeah well I have yet to see that melted side of her, because she’s real-”
“Don’t say it Mitch.”
“Shannon thinks they murdered someone.” He didn’t mean to say it aloud.
“Oh, nonsense. Shannon should stop being such a spy! That boy was no angel anyway.”
“That’s a little low, even for you mom.”
“Excuse my terminology then.”
“I’m starting to think she’s right in her suspicions. No girl right in mind her age could be that drop-dead-gorgeous, that cold, and that evil.”
“Any girl, given the right reason, could be that bad, Mitch. And stop having such terrible thoughts about her. What you think about one person, that same person thinks it about you.”
“I don’t care what she thinks about me mother. She could use some work in her people skills anyway.”
“Can we ever get through a day without having an argument over something so unmoot?”
“Sorry, mother, but I truly just cannot say yes to that.” He could tell it was going to be a very long day.
JC
JC made her way back to the stable, where her brother stood waiting for her.
“The Mitchell family,” He started. “Moved from California, here to stay. The boy is Mitchell, and he’s deemed a troublemaker. Likes to party, get into trouble and cause problems, as well as swim, surf or anything to do with water. Knows how to work a boat pretty well. Likes to sing, dance, and play piano and guitar, and the drums. Apparently his favorite word is Prozac. I can have more by tomorrow, after school is out. The dad’s pretty well known, but he’s quiet, and likes a simple way to everything. The mom is nice, well-mannered and loves to surf. The sister is good looking. Head of her class, gorgeous, likes to shop, sing, and dance, and she also plays guitar and piano. She does a good cover of Paramore’s Crushcrushcrush, and she is also somewhat of a nerd. There’s another sister, Shannon, who is more of a Nancy Drew type. She sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong, she likes to spy, and also looks forward to becoming a detective next year. The brothers are not connected with any part of the family and no one’s really talked to them for a while, and the kids all like to blog and have their own websites. As I said, I can get more tomorrow.” He walked away without another word and she slid down from the horse. It hurt her back, and she winced, swaying unsteadily.
“Mikkie? Are you alright?” Lisa, the horse keeper, and Drake, Lisa’s assistant both stared at her. JC put on a painfully forced smile and said,
“I’m fine Lisa, just fine.” They looked uncertain but she didn’t stay long enough to raise more suspicions. JC went to her room immediately and before she laid down, her first impulse was drawn to the window. She had a clear view of the boy’s bedroom, and she could see him typing on the computer by his window while he spoke on the phone. She turned away and sat down, the movements all bringing more pain to her lower back. JC knew she didn’t have anything to do today, as all her friends were going to be too tired from the summer in the Hamptons and where ever else they went, so she didn’t have anyone to call. Her door unlocked and flung open, and in the door way with her oldest brother, Jordan, (30), was standing with one of his stoner friends. The guy’s eyes were glazed and unfocused, so she could tell he was high. Just one look at him she knew him. He was the one she was to fear. She backed away to the head of her bed, not worrying about the pain in her back.
“JC, this is Oz. Oz, this is JC. Have fun you two.” He shut the door and locked it from the outside, a trick which only her brothers knew how to do. The guy leered lecherously at her and she disconnected herself from reality. It was sort of her own defense since she had no chance of fighting with a bad back. She sort of dreamed for a while.
___
She snapped back nearly six hours later, she stood numb and cold, staring out her window. She could see that the Wells boy had fallen asleep. His mother leaned over to pull the covers on him and give him a kiss on the forehead, then turn off the lights and slip out. Her eyes blurred, and then she began to cry, knowing that was something she’d never have. Her mother wasn’t even around anymore. She shopped, acted, and did anything to keep away from talking to JC. The money was all that mattered. To her, fate had dealt one of the worse cards possible. She got up and closed her shades, then took a shower and slipped into pajamas. On her bed was sitting a card with a large three layered cake on it. She smiled at it and opened it.
To: The Girl Next Door
I know today’s not your birthday, but think of this as an early gift. I can understand you ripping this up, but I just needed to say a few things. First, I’m sorry for the way we both treated each other earlier today. I’m not usually like that, but you gave a pretty bad vibe. Second, I’d really like getting to know you better, but if you never speak to me again, I get that. I’d like to see you again soon, so we can either meet up in school or we can ride together in the field tomorrow evening.
-M
JC stared at the paper one more time before she locked it away in the secret drawer in her chest. That was where she kept things she didn’t want anyone else to see. She walked to her window, to get a breath of air and to see if he was awake. He was, but he was typing away on his computer. JC closed her balcony doors and then walked to her bed, where she cut off the lamp and slipped under the warm depths of her dark green comforters.
Detective Xavier
“So, you’re saying that Miss Michellei was the one to start the relationship? Because to me it sounds like you’re the one who started everything. You couldn’t just take everyone’s advice and keep away from the other. Clever how you called her the girl next door.”
“You don’t fight the passion in your heart, Detective. And that’s what she was right then, she was the girl next door.” Mitchell said grimly. His fingers were gripping the table’s edge so hard his knuckles turned white.
“I never have. That’s how I ended up married with two children.”
“Lucky you.”
“So, please, Mitchell, continue.” Mitchell started to speak again.
Mitchell
“Wake up Mitchie! Time to go to school!” Mitchell groaned and turned over. He felt as though he hadn’t slept in days.
“Mom wants to see you downstairs on the double!” Shannon threw the door open and Mitchell groaned again.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a bit.” He pulled himself out of bed and then got into the shower. He threw his head into the water, letting it stream down his face and the back of his neck. He washed his hair, and his body, and then got out. No use in playing around when it was his first day. He pulled on a tight black inside-out quarter sleeve shirt and then a pair of black wide leg jeans. The shirt showed off his large, perfect muscles, which is why he liked the shirt and had so many of them. He then pulled on his new black shoes and brushed his damp hair down. The edges would curl just the slightest, and his hair would look a lot thinner than it was. His hair was thick, soft and smooth, though it never showed. His eyes, which were a bright green, complimented his hair well, which was good with his charm. Ladies never resist or complain, so he must’ve been doing something right. When he got outside to the driveway, he saw the black limousine, and the chauffeur waiting for him to get in.
The limousine would be taking Mitchell to school, and picking him up afterwards, since his mom had to work, as did his dad. Mitchell realized that since they had moved to PFI, they hadn’t seen him all week since he’d been swamped at the office. No worries, since he’d be home tonight.
When Mitchell felt the limo pull to a stop, he grabbed his back pack and got out of the car. The main building was quite big, but as he looked around him, he could see the other buildings were much larger. He turned off his phone before he started to cross the street. As he did, a silver corvette, and an Ashton Martin V12 sped by him so fast they were a blur. Behind them a few seconds later came a very nice black Lamborghini, which stopped as he held his hands out. He almost smiled at the irony of it being the girl from next door. Her full red lips were turned down in a frown, but as she saw him, they twitched. She pulled her sunglasses off slowly and raised an eyebrow at him. Her window rolled down slowly.
“The next time you cross here and you’re not using the crosswalk, I’ll make road kill out of you.”
“Nice to see you again JC. You’re in a good mood today.” He finished crossing the street and she sped off.
“Smooth move. You must be new; otherwise you’d know that JC Michellei doesn’t talk to anyone at all besides her brothers and us here.” A girl with big brown eyes smiled at him and he walked to her. She and the girls next to her were all clad in blue. Yeah, that was totally original.
“Really? Interesting.”
“No, just weird. She’s deadly popular though.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Well, see you around new boy.” They all walked away with a last look at him and he walked into the main building. The secretary looked at him and smiled.
“Hello JC.” Mitchell turned and saw JC standing by the mail boxes. She looked almost like a goddess standing there so smoothly and silently.
“Hey Mrs. Foster, I’m picking up Davis’s mail.”
“Alright.”
“Oh, you must be the new student! I’m Mrs. Foster, the secretary. Your parents spoke with the principal last night; you did your interview… Mh-hm everything’s in order Wells, Mitchell. Welcome to Westlake Academy!” she grinned and handed him a small paper.
“Thanks Mrs. Foster.”
“If you need someone to help you get around, then JC will be your guide. She’s our finest student and she also knows this place like the back of her hands. It helps that her whole family went here since the 1900’s.” JC looked almost sort of pained at hearing the word family, and Mitchell saw a hint of something in her eyes. It may have been a trick of the mind though.
“Um, yeah thanks.”
“JC, you both have the same schedule so you can show him Literature first.”
“Yes Mrs. Foster.” She said obediently.
Once out in the hallway, she walked at a quick pace, almost as if he were something she was trying to get away from.
“Are you trying to ditch me JC?” she swung him around and slammed me against the wall.
“If you ever speak to me again and you weren’t spoken to first I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to you Mitchell Wells.” She let go of him and looked away, holding her arm. She began walking again and he followed her. Mitchell didn’t know the girl was so mean, and hostile. Guess he got his first newsflash of the day.
Detective Xavier
“Did you heed her commands to stop talking Mitchell?”
“No, of course not. I had a feeling that there was so much more to her, and I knew I was right.” There was a waver in his voice as he spoke of JC, and his eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine. JC Michellei is one very tough cookie.”
“How do you know?”
“I knew her father when I was younger. I’ve known her father’s family and her mother’s family for a very long time. Their all good-” she was cut off by him slamming his fist on the table and jumping out of his chair.
“Don’t you dare say their good people! Those people are disgusting! Their lowest of all lows!” Detective Xavier took another sip of water and looked at the boy.
“Mr. Wells sit down. One more outburst from you and I’ll have to restrain you.” he sat down and continued pulling at his nails.
“Can I just continue?”
“By all means, please.” Detective Xavier held his hand out as he said this.
“Thanks.” The boy muttered.
JC
JC continued down the hall, not worrying about Mitchell. Her back was hurting again, and she’d either have to wait until her brother Jordan got home from work to rub it for her, or wait until lunch. It’d be worse by then, almost unbearable. But Jordan was the only person who did it right without hurting her even more.
“Good morning Davis.” She handed him the mail and grabbed the boy’s sleeve. She was pissed, because the only empty seat, besides her own, was the one next to her. Damn.
“Davis, this is Mitchell Wells, our newly anticipated student.” She turned away from him with a sour expression on her face, and she pulled off her oversize black Gucci glasses.
“Mr. Wells,” Davis, known as Mr. Hirsh to everyone else, said a few things she didn’t hear, and then pointed to the chair next to her. Mitchell sat down and she kept her head down. Screw him and his over cocky, confident ways.
_____
When lunch came, she immediately walked to the table where she saw her brother sitting, eating a cup of frozen yogurt. She fixed her sunglasses, pushing them farther up her nose.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her. She shook her head.
“Her back is probably bothering her again.” James, her other older brother sat down next to them, keeping his voice low.
“Bothering me? That’s an understatement. It kills.”
“Want me to rub it for you?” Jordan offered. Last night, she hadn’t realized it but she’d been screaming in her sleep. She woke up at the foot of her bed curled in a ball, trembling, with sweat all over her. Her bear was on the floor, and her brothers were standing over her when she came to her senses. Her back and her head were pounding, and she could barely stand with out pain shooting up her spine. JC gave him a slight smile.
“Please?” she said hopefully. He complied. She closed her eyes as she felt Jordan’s cold hands, but not before she caught Mitchell staring at her.
Mitchell
Mitchell watched JC during lunch. At first, he thought she and the guy, who turned out to be her brother were being inappropriate, but easily seen, he was giving a back rub. Not that it was unusually, if, a little awkward, anything he shouldn’t be doing.
“Like what you see new boy?” the girl with the brown hair sat next to him, as did a few guys and the others girls.
“Hello again,” She smiled. “I’m Lisa, but everyone calls me Blondie. That’s Anna, Lindsay, and Taylor. And the guys are Mark, Jake, Ryan, and Chardon, our boyfriends. And you didn’t answer my question.” She smiled at him and waited, opening her string cheese.
“Well, I’m Mitchell, and what is there to like?” she laughed.
“Don’t worry, I was kidding. We’ll call you Mitch for short. It sounds cute. And, anyway, it’s not there doing anything out of the ordinary. It’s no secret that JC has a bad back. She always has, even when she was born. She doesn’t trust anybody but Jordan to touch her back though, because they always make it worse. She’ll tell you the same thing though. Doesn’t she look almost as if she’s enjoying it?” Mitchell looked back at JC, who was leaning slightly forward, her brother’s arms inside her shirt. Her mouth was slightly open as well. You could clearly see what he was doing, but from the way her head was rolling, it did look as if she were enjoying it.
“Just a bit.” he said. She nodded. He looked at her again, and then rose with my lunch. He had to walk past her, unfortunately. But hopefully she wouldn’t say anything. He had no such luck.
“Mitchell,” she grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back to her. “We have computer next, so wait for me by the door.” Mitchell nodded. As told, he waited for her by the door.
JC
She watched him wait with an agitated look and smirked. He wasn’t the only one mad about something. She shivered as her brother ran his fingers across her back. His hands almost always stayed cold. But she felt better.
“Thanks.” She said. She took her uneaten lunch and put it on the recycling line and then walked to Mitchell.
“Come on.” She walked down the hall quickly and into the lab.
“In there. I’ll be in when the bell rings.” She then walked down the hall to the janitor’s office, where she saw Ezra waiting or her.
“Hey.” He said. He looked just as gorgeous as always. She wrapped her arms around him and kicked the door shut with her foot, then drew her face to his. Time seemed to move slow as she kissed him, inhaling the ever so pleasant scent of cinnamon, sweat, and Red Gear deodorant. His mouth tasted like butterscotch though. It was totally lame and tacky to be making out with a senior in the janitor’s office, but she had no where else to choose. Too many classrooms were preoccupied and her brothers practically stalked her to make sure she did everything perfectly, without disobeying her stepfathers wishes. Too bad for him. After nearly ten minutes he pulled away, breathless and smiling.
"I wish that could last all day."
"Don't we all." She smirked as he chuckled lightly.
"I have to get to class. I'm about thirty seconds late so Madison is gonna give me a detention for it."
"That's why I hate trig." JC smiled and gave him a kiss goodbye. She walked back to lab and sat next to Mitchell. The sight of him made her skin crawl, no matter how good looking, or special. He was head case and he got to her so much. JC looked around her. Girls were passing notes and checking him out, practically drooling. That got on her nerves so much the way girls threw themselves at hot guys. It was always the hot ones that had the big huge issues and over dramatic lives anyway. What made him so different?
Mitchell
JC’s eyes were burning a hole into his back, and he felt it. He could tell she was fiery and mean, but she actually intimidated him a bit. Just a tiny bit, that is. But he liked them mean, after all. He looked at her, and her eyes were staring coldly at him. Mitchell grinned at her, and she looked away. He began to pay attention to the lab instructor, and as she gave them instructions, JC went to work immediately. She did most of the work, telling him to not touch anything and just sit and watch. She appeared to know what she was doing, and she worked almost skillfully.
“You’re not watching.” She told him evilly. He stared at her.
“Yes I was,” he argued.
“No you were not! You were watching Mr. Haynes. Pay attention!” She snapped at him. Mr. Haynes walked over and she stared at him.
“Yes?” he stared at the two of them, then looked coldly at JC. She stared at him, returning the look. Mitchell shuddered.
“This is wrong.” Mr. Haynes said finally. JC looked outraged. She picked her bag and muttered something, then left the classroom.
“You both will be staying after class to finish this.” Mr. Haynes said to him. Mitchell was about to say something back but someone kicked him. He stopped, but nobody showed any sign of having kicked him. He turned back to his book. If he was going to be finishing it, he might as well figure out what he was doing. But what he really wanted to do was chase after JC. He knew that Mr. Haynes was not going to let him out of that classroom. He’d just have to pay a visit to her room this evening.
JC
JC listened to her stepfather downstairs chattering with guests over the clinking of glasses and other people’s laughter. She heard a constant tapping at her window, so she got up to see what it was. Lo and behold, it was the guy from next door, Mitchell. She really didn’t want to deal with his crap, because her back was still throbbing from the push her stepfather had given her after he had heard the message from Mr. Haynes that she had walked out of class, and skipped her counseling session as well. She was sick and tired of his constant abuse to her, but what could she do? She sighed and opened the window.
“You’re trespassing.” She told him coldly.
“Yeah, and you owe me a ride.” He smirked at her and she tilted her head.
“You were serious about that midnight ride now were you?” She hadn’t thought he would be so dumb, but she had had some idea. Now she was full blown convinced.
“Yeah, I was.” She sighed.
“But my stepfather-”
“Don’t worry about him. He and your mother are…preoccupied.” JC shivered. She so didn’t need that image in her head.
“I can’t ride…Mitchell.” She had spoken his name. She was both surprised and disappointed at herself. She was so against using the name before.
“JC, I’ve seen you ride. Now be quiet, and come downstairs.” He persisted. JC shook her head. She would never admit she was scared, but she was.
“Well, you can always jump.” She blinked at him. Then her eyes widened.
“What?! Are you crazy I’m not going to jump!” She was no super girl with springs in her feet! He had lost his mind if he really thought she was going to jump 20 feet off a roof.
“Well it doesn’t hurt to ever try JC.” She scoffed and looked away. So much for that idea.
Mitchell
Mitchell continued pleading with her, standing in the shadows of the roof as not to be seen by her family.
“Come on I’ll catch you!” She hesitated, and then stepped onto the ledge of the balcony. She closed her eyes, and pressed her arms against her chest and he held his arms out as she jumped. It seemed as the she fell in slow motion, her hair fanning out around her. He caught her by her arms, and her feet smacked against he ground. She grimaced, but was fine. He helped her onto her horse and he climbed onto his own. He pulled the reins and they rode off.
The night was cold, which made them cold as they rode, and JC suggested quietly they find a place to sit.
“Look at you. You’ve only done one day in jail you’re an honor student, and you have a good family and home. Your rich, you’ve got the looks, the style everything. I’m so curious, as to why you got involved with a girl like J.C. Michellei, despite so many warnings to stay away from her. Sure, she’s pretty, rich, and a little on the wild side, but why her, of all the girls inside the halls of that school? Most of all, tell us, why you chose to murder the Kilgore Family.” Detective Xavier took a sip of his coffee, then a sip of water. Not the best combination, but it got him through rough nights, and this was a very rough night. He stared at the boy, Mitchell Wells. Mitchell was angry, sure, but no anger could match Xavier’s. He had been very close long-time friends with Adrian Kilgore since he was a toddler, they’d even grown up together, and this idiot kid came along and killed him, with no good intent. Mitchell slammed his fist on the table and began to yell.
“What the hell are you grilling me for? I didn’t kill any of them! I didn’t see you dropping donuts and coffee to help Mikkie when she needed it. That’s why she’s in the hospital barely alive! But of course, your probably on Kilgore’s pay roll like everyone else around here so that doesn’t surprise me that you’d think Mikkie was lying, Xavier.”
“First of all, that’s Detective Xavier to you, boy. And secondly, you will watch your tone when speaking to me.”
“Yes sir.”
“Now, Mitchell, while we wait to hear that your girlfriend is out of surgery and is going to recover, you need to start from beginning and tell us exactly what happened, all the way up to these moments occurrences.” Mitchell looked both uncomfortable and twitchy. He wringed his hands for a few seconds, and then began to talk. Xavier opened the pad to take notes.
Mitchell
“Pacific Falls Island is so great! You’re going to love it! I lived here too you know, and I just could not ever live anywhere else. Miami was an exception, although that’s nothing compared to PFI. They have loads of pretty girls, great guys, surfing, parties, and even celebrities. They have a ton more. It’s like, California and Florida mixed, except they have parent supervision or permission.” Great, another goodie two-shoes town like Ohio. Mitchell thought. He rolled his eyes and started at his mother from behind. She’d been doing that for over an hour. Describing things in too-much detail about what went on in Pacific Island. Since he was still grounded for another week, he wouldn’t be able to see any of this. If it was anything like Cali and Florida together, then he might get along with the people here. She and his sisters and brothers had kept trying to convince him that moving to PFI was a great idea, and that they all needed change, but he didn’t need change, he needed a beer, two hot girls, and one pool under the moon.
“Mother,” he started. His British/French accent leaked out, though he’d been trying to get rid of it. Moving was a good way to re-make your self, and pretend to be someone else. “Please stop trying to get me to like this place. It’s annoying, and not worth your time. I can tell just from the view of the place I’m probably not going to like it. This is exactly why I say I can’t wait until I turn 18, so I can get my own place.”
“Well, you’ve got two good years until then, so just relax for a while. Have some fun, but not too much fun.”
“If that was the case, Mother, then remind me again why we moved here, if it’s all the same.”
“Hence the ‘Parental supervision’ part.” Jillian, his thirteen year old sister said. She had been texting Hanley Astor, her boyfriend, so she’d been quiet all but until now.
“Hence the ‘nobody was talking to you’ part.”
“Stop it, and we moved here because you need a break from California. Next I’d hear you were trafficking drugs.”
“Mother I would never do that.”
“That’s great dear, but parents should never take a child’s word for it. I might be blonde and rich, but I’m definitely not stupid.” Gladly, she had gotten the blonde hair, and not him. He got the nice shiny light brown hair that only his father had.
“And we’re here.” The limousine they’d been riding in for nearly three hours finally slowed to a stop. He got out and gave one glance at the house. It was big, nice, and they probably wouldn’t use much of it since there was him, his dad, Mike, his two sisters, Jillian and Sherry, and his mother, Britt. The driveway was a half circular one and it rested on a large hill. The driveway, since it was half circular, had been extended on the left side, which, at the foot of the hill, is where the gates were set-up. They’re house was a large 1800 type house, but it was very modern and luxurious. He didn’t care much for that as long as his room was the same, minus the batman painting on the wall.
His room was the same, and yes, his batman picture was gone. A few moments after his clothes were put away and he was in pajamas, his mother came to look in on everyone and say goodnight.
“You start school the day after tomorrow, so we’ll go shopping after work. Don’t even think about leaving the house, because there have been strict orders not to let you leave.”
“Mother, why would I sneak out? There’s nothing to do here.”
“Just in case you do manage to read abut something in the newspaper. Goodnight honey.”
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The next morning, Mitchell took a walk along the grounds. Even though he hadn’t had lessons in years, he took his horse, Twilight and rode her up into their fields. Another house shared the fields, which is where he found himself admiring a girl from afar. She was such a blur that he could hardly keep his eyes on her for five seconds, but to him, it was worth that five seconds. She slowed down abruptly and stared up at him. Mitchell waved and she rode off without a word. Wow. She and her horse were truly a beauty. The horse was a Thoroughbred Stallion. The horses coat was pristine white and all he could see was that from under the girl’s helmet, she had long, dark hair. He led the horse down the hill and began to follow her. He caught up to her and smiled.
“Nice day to be riding.” He wanted to kick himself for such a lame greeting.
She looked at him with ice cold eyes, which were so pale a shade of gray her eyes were almost completely white.
“Yes and an even nicer day for you to not be talking to me.” She pulled the reins and rode off and he rode after her.
“You know I am your new neighbor. Show a little respect.” She stared at him and he almost felt the chill of her eyes go down his spine.
She stopped and took of her helmet. She had long ink black hair that shined in the sun’s light, and her skin was as white as snow. She had a tiny black mole just above the left side of her lip. Her lips were full, and glittering pink, but that, he suspected, was from the heavy lip-gloss he assumed she was wearing. He made a guess that her lips were very red. He also noted that she wore two small black rose shaped rings on her hoop earrings. Her eyes were even more defined, because of the heavy layer of eyeliner around her eyes and the dark eye shadow she wore. She was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a white form-fitting shirt, so it showed off the killer figure she had. He could tell she was tall, but not as tall as him. He was 7’0. But, no doubt she was beautiful.
“Who are you and just what do you think your doing following me? I could have you arrested for that alone. More so that you’re on the Kilgore family’s side of the field, so we play a different game here. See the figure atop the hill? It’s my brother. Also there are camera’s placed strategically around this side of the field. They know every move made and you’re being watched. I suggest you move away and never speak to me again. Good day to you, Mitchell Wells of California. Welcome to PFI.” She gave a knowing but cold smirk and rode off. He was left sitting there, still admiring her. She had the nicest accent, British he could tell, but it sounded a bit more Scottish. Her voice, minus the accent, was deep, rich and seductive. It was like when she was being tough, she wanted to play, and when she wanted to play, she was being tough. The tone was naturally soft and sweet tipped, but very provocative. Mitchell stared at her, as she spoke to the man standing on top of the hill, and he walked away from her. She stared at him for a moment, her eyes just as cruelly cold as before, and her smirk just as cold and spine chilling. She then rode off so Mitchell began back to his own house.
“Have a nice ride?” Shannon asked. They both grabbed a glass of juice with a cream-cheese bagel and a breakfast burrito.
“Pretty good. Hey Shan, how much do you know about the neighbors?”
“The Kilgore family? Not much really. They’re pretty nice, but they keep to themselves. They can get kinda hostile when you go on their property unannounced. They had some problem with intruders back when I was little. I think, around the time you were born. Around the town, I’ve seen the mom and her husband, Adrian, who’s the stepfather. I saw the little girl and her brother once, but apparently there are a lot of people in that manor of theirs. Lot of guys at least.” At least that would explain why the girl had been so coldly and cruelly friendly.
“What about the daughter?”
“Her name’s JC Michellei, she’s like, I think, fifteen. She’ll be sixteen on this Saturday. Weird name for a girl really. She carries her grandmother’s middle, her father’s surname, and her great grandmother’s first name.”
“What’s the JC stand for?”
“Nobody knows. She’s not friendly enough to tell them, and their not stupid enough to ask.”
“You got the friendly part right. I met her this morning.”
“Aren’t her eyes weird, yet cool? I’d love to have a set of eyes like that. By her being just so damned gorgeous, I was surprised to hear she had no personal life, like a boy friend or something. Girl’s gotta be lonely with all that testosterone floating around the house.”
“I got the impression she did it deliberately, and I don’t discuss a woman’s personal life. But, when I met her, I kinda thought somebody woke up on the wrong side of the sugar mill.”
“Wow, nice expression. You better get used to her though, because she goes to your school. Everyone’s out today for the Teacher Appreciation day. Only teacher’s and parents allowed, with the select few of students. But anyway, do not, and I mean this Mitch, do not go near that girl. Don’t try to get friendly or be close to her, or that whole family will crush you like a roach.”
“Why?”
“Well, to me, there’s been some suspicious stuff going on, but nobody else sees it.”
“What does that have to do with getting close to her?”
“The last guy who tried, that was like, two years ago, he went out with her one night, and stayed over her house. He committed suicide five days later. He hung himself.”
“Okay…still not seeing a point.”
“If you touch that girl, or do anything to her at all, you’ll end up just like that boy Mitchell.”
“So. You think their murdering people who touch the daughter?”
“Yeah. Adrian Kilgore is a Christian, that’s why he makes her wear those purity rings where she’ll never lose them. He thinks if he let’s her run wild, she’ll be really promiscuous and turn into some sort of…well… you know what I mean anyway. And neither JC nor Adrian are too fond of each other. Adrian hated J.C.’s father, but was in love with her mother. Some people used to think that Adrian killed her father. At least, she seems to believe it enough.” That explained the black roses.
“Shan, I think you’re crazy.”
“Well, I know I’m right. Something’s wrong with that house…” she gave it one of those thoughtful, creepy movie stares then walked away with her breakfast. Shannon could be so weird, yet so right. Even he got the opposite of vibes from JC he’d expect from a girl. The phone rang and he walked calmly to get it. It was his mother.
“Hi honey. I’m on my way to take you shopping for supplies so be ready.” he gave his mother a brief okay and then went to pull on his shoes and a clean black t-shirt with jeans. Once in the car, a simple Buick, his mother asked him about any good events.
“Nothing special. I met the iciest girl in the world next door, and had a nice little chat with Shannon. Oh, and I slept late.”
“I assume you’d be talking about Jen when you say icy. She does come off as icy, but she really isn’t she just has to trust the right people. She reminds me of a snowflake. She’s icy and cold, but melts easily.”
“Jen? Yeah well I have yet to see that melted side of her, because she’s real-”
“Don’t say it Mitch.”
“Shannon thinks they murdered someone.” He didn’t mean to say it aloud.
“Oh, nonsense. Shannon should stop being such a spy! That boy was no angel anyway.”
“That’s a little low, even for you mom.”
“Excuse my terminology then.”
“I’m starting to think she’s right in her suspicions. No girl right in mind her age could be that drop-dead-gorgeous, that cold, and that evil.”
“Any girl, given the right reason, could be that bad, Mitch. And stop having such terrible thoughts about her. What you think about one person, that same person thinks it about you.”
“I don’t care what she thinks about me mother. She could use some work in her people skills anyway.”
“Can we ever get through a day without having an argument over something so unmoot?”
“Sorry, mother, but I truly just cannot say yes to that.” He could tell it was going to be a very long day.
JC
JC made her way back to the stable, where her brother stood waiting for her.
“The Mitchell family,” He started. “Moved from California, here to stay. The boy is Mitchell, and he’s deemed a troublemaker. Likes to party, get into trouble and cause problems, as well as swim, surf or anything to do with water. Knows how to work a boat pretty well. Likes to sing, dance, and play piano and guitar, and the drums. Apparently his favorite word is Prozac. I can have more by tomorrow, after school is out. The dad’s pretty well known, but he’s quiet, and likes a simple way to everything. The mom is nice, well-mannered and loves to surf. The sister is good looking. Head of her class, gorgeous, likes to shop, sing, and dance, and she also plays guitar and piano. She does a good cover of Paramore’s Crushcrushcrush, and she is also somewhat of a nerd. There’s another sister, Shannon, who is more of a Nancy Drew type. She sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong, she likes to spy, and also looks forward to becoming a detective next year. The brothers are not connected with any part of the family and no one’s really talked to them for a while, and the kids all like to blog and have their own websites. As I said, I can get more tomorrow.” He walked away without another word and she slid down from the horse. It hurt her back, and she winced, swaying unsteadily.
“Mikkie? Are you alright?” Lisa, the horse keeper, and Drake, Lisa’s assistant both stared at her. JC put on a painfully forced smile and said,
“I’m fine Lisa, just fine.” They looked uncertain but she didn’t stay long enough to raise more suspicions. JC went to her room immediately and before she laid down, her first impulse was drawn to the window. She had a clear view of the boy’s bedroom, and she could see him typing on the computer by his window while he spoke on the phone. She turned away and sat down, the movements all bringing more pain to her lower back. JC knew she didn’t have anything to do today, as all her friends were going to be too tired from the summer in the Hamptons and where ever else they went, so she didn’t have anyone to call. Her door unlocked and flung open, and in the door way with her oldest brother, Jordan, (30), was standing with one of his stoner friends. The guy’s eyes were glazed and unfocused, so she could tell he was high. Just one look at him she knew him. He was the one she was to fear. She backed away to the head of her bed, not worrying about the pain in her back.
“JC, this is Oz. Oz, this is JC. Have fun you two.” He shut the door and locked it from the outside, a trick which only her brothers knew how to do. The guy leered lecherously at her and she disconnected herself from reality. It was sort of her own defense since she had no chance of fighting with a bad back. She sort of dreamed for a while.
___
She snapped back nearly six hours later, she stood numb and cold, staring out her window. She could see that the Wells boy had fallen asleep. His mother leaned over to pull the covers on him and give him a kiss on the forehead, then turn off the lights and slip out. Her eyes blurred, and then she began to cry, knowing that was something she’d never have. Her mother wasn’t even around anymore. She shopped, acted, and did anything to keep away from talking to JC. The money was all that mattered. To her, fate had dealt one of the worse cards possible. She got up and closed her shades, then took a shower and slipped into pajamas. On her bed was sitting a card with a large three layered cake on it. She smiled at it and opened it.
To: The Girl Next Door
I know today’s not your birthday, but think of this as an early gift. I can understand you ripping this up, but I just needed to say a few things. First, I’m sorry for the way we both treated each other earlier today. I’m not usually like that, but you gave a pretty bad vibe. Second, I’d really like getting to know you better, but if you never speak to me again, I get that. I’d like to see you again soon, so we can either meet up in school or we can ride together in the field tomorrow evening.
-M
JC stared at the paper one more time before she locked it away in the secret drawer in her chest. That was where she kept things she didn’t want anyone else to see. She walked to her window, to get a breath of air and to see if he was awake. He was, but he was typing away on his computer. JC closed her balcony doors and then walked to her bed, where she cut off the lamp and slipped under the warm depths of her dark green comforters.
Detective Xavier
“So, you’re saying that Miss Michellei was the one to start the relationship? Because to me it sounds like you’re the one who started everything. You couldn’t just take everyone’s advice and keep away from the other. Clever how you called her the girl next door.”
“You don’t fight the passion in your heart, Detective. And that’s what she was right then, she was the girl next door.” Mitchell said grimly. His fingers were gripping the table’s edge so hard his knuckles turned white.
“I never have. That’s how I ended up married with two children.”
“Lucky you.”
“So, please, Mitchell, continue.” Mitchell started to speak again.
Mitchell
“Wake up Mitchie! Time to go to school!” Mitchell groaned and turned over. He felt as though he hadn’t slept in days.
“Mom wants to see you downstairs on the double!” Shannon threw the door open and Mitchell groaned again.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a bit.” He pulled himself out of bed and then got into the shower. He threw his head into the water, letting it stream down his face and the back of his neck. He washed his hair, and his body, and then got out. No use in playing around when it was his first day. He pulled on a tight black inside-out quarter sleeve shirt and then a pair of black wide leg jeans. The shirt showed off his large, perfect muscles, which is why he liked the shirt and had so many of them. He then pulled on his new black shoes and brushed his damp hair down. The edges would curl just the slightest, and his hair would look a lot thinner than it was. His hair was thick, soft and smooth, though it never showed. His eyes, which were a bright green, complimented his hair well, which was good with his charm. Ladies never resist or complain, so he must’ve been doing something right. When he got outside to the driveway, he saw the black limousine, and the chauffeur waiting for him to get in.
The limousine would be taking Mitchell to school, and picking him up afterwards, since his mom had to work, as did his dad. Mitchell realized that since they had moved to PFI, they hadn’t seen him all week since he’d been swamped at the office. No worries, since he’d be home tonight.
When Mitchell felt the limo pull to a stop, he grabbed his back pack and got out of the car. The main building was quite big, but as he looked around him, he could see the other buildings were much larger. He turned off his phone before he started to cross the street. As he did, a silver corvette, and an Ashton Martin V12 sped by him so fast they were a blur. Behind them a few seconds later came a very nice black Lamborghini, which stopped as he held his hands out. He almost smiled at the irony of it being the girl from next door. Her full red lips were turned down in a frown, but as she saw him, they twitched. She pulled her sunglasses off slowly and raised an eyebrow at him. Her window rolled down slowly.
“The next time you cross here and you’re not using the crosswalk, I’ll make road kill out of you.”
“Nice to see you again JC. You’re in a good mood today.” He finished crossing the street and she sped off.
“Smooth move. You must be new; otherwise you’d know that JC Michellei doesn’t talk to anyone at all besides her brothers and us here.” A girl with big brown eyes smiled at him and he walked to her. She and the girls next to her were all clad in blue. Yeah, that was totally original.
“Really? Interesting.”
“No, just weird. She’s deadly popular though.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Well, see you around new boy.” They all walked away with a last look at him and he walked into the main building. The secretary looked at him and smiled.
“Hello JC.” Mitchell turned and saw JC standing by the mail boxes. She looked almost like a goddess standing there so smoothly and silently.
“Hey Mrs. Foster, I’m picking up Davis’s mail.”
“Alright.”
“Oh, you must be the new student! I’m Mrs. Foster, the secretary. Your parents spoke with the principal last night; you did your interview… Mh-hm everything’s in order Wells, Mitchell. Welcome to Westlake Academy!” she grinned and handed him a small paper.
“Thanks Mrs. Foster.”
“If you need someone to help you get around, then JC will be your guide. She’s our finest student and she also knows this place like the back of her hands. It helps that her whole family went here since the 1900’s.” JC looked almost sort of pained at hearing the word family, and Mitchell saw a hint of something in her eyes. It may have been a trick of the mind though.
“Um, yeah thanks.”
“JC, you both have the same schedule so you can show him Literature first.”
“Yes Mrs. Foster.” She said obediently.
Once out in the hallway, she walked at a quick pace, almost as if he were something she was trying to get away from.
“Are you trying to ditch me JC?” she swung him around and slammed me against the wall.
“If you ever speak to me again and you weren’t spoken to first I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to you Mitchell Wells.” She let go of him and looked away, holding her arm. She began walking again and he followed her. Mitchell didn’t know the girl was so mean, and hostile. Guess he got his first newsflash of the day.
Detective Xavier
“Did you heed her commands to stop talking Mitchell?”
“No, of course not. I had a feeling that there was so much more to her, and I knew I was right.” There was a waver in his voice as he spoke of JC, and his eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine. JC Michellei is one very tough cookie.”
“How do you know?”
“I knew her father when I was younger. I’ve known her father’s family and her mother’s family for a very long time. Their all good-” she was cut off by him slamming his fist on the table and jumping out of his chair.
“Don’t you dare say their good people! Those people are disgusting! Their lowest of all lows!” Detective Xavier took another sip of water and looked at the boy.
“Mr. Wells sit down. One more outburst from you and I’ll have to restrain you.” he sat down and continued pulling at his nails.
“Can I just continue?”
“By all means, please.” Detective Xavier held his hand out as he said this.
“Thanks.” The boy muttered.
JC
JC continued down the hall, not worrying about Mitchell. Her back was hurting again, and she’d either have to wait until her brother Jordan got home from work to rub it for her, or wait until lunch. It’d be worse by then, almost unbearable. But Jordan was the only person who did it right without hurting her even more.
“Good morning Davis.” She handed him the mail and grabbed the boy’s sleeve. She was pissed, because the only empty seat, besides her own, was the one next to her. Damn.
“Davis, this is Mitchell Wells, our newly anticipated student.” She turned away from him with a sour expression on her face, and she pulled off her oversize black Gucci glasses.
“Mr. Wells,” Davis, known as Mr. Hirsh to everyone else, said a few things she didn’t hear, and then pointed to the chair next to her. Mitchell sat down and she kept her head down. Screw him and his over cocky, confident ways.
_____
When lunch came, she immediately walked to the table where she saw her brother sitting, eating a cup of frozen yogurt. She fixed her sunglasses, pushing them farther up her nose.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her. She shook her head.
“Her back is probably bothering her again.” James, her other older brother sat down next to them, keeping his voice low.
“Bothering me? That’s an understatement. It kills.”
“Want me to rub it for you?” Jordan offered. Last night, she hadn’t realized it but she’d been screaming in her sleep. She woke up at the foot of her bed curled in a ball, trembling, with sweat all over her. Her bear was on the floor, and her brothers were standing over her when she came to her senses. Her back and her head were pounding, and she could barely stand with out pain shooting up her spine. JC gave him a slight smile.
“Please?” she said hopefully. He complied. She closed her eyes as she felt Jordan’s cold hands, but not before she caught Mitchell staring at her.
Mitchell
Mitchell watched JC during lunch. At first, he thought she and the guy, who turned out to be her brother were being inappropriate, but easily seen, he was giving a back rub. Not that it was unusually, if, a little awkward, anything he shouldn’t be doing.
“Like what you see new boy?” the girl with the brown hair sat next to him, as did a few guys and the others girls.
“Hello again,” She smiled. “I’m Lisa, but everyone calls me Blondie. That’s Anna, Lindsay, and Taylor. And the guys are Mark, Jake, Ryan, and Chardon, our boyfriends. And you didn’t answer my question.” She smiled at him and waited, opening her string cheese.
“Well, I’m Mitchell, and what is there to like?” she laughed.
“Don’t worry, I was kidding. We’ll call you Mitch for short. It sounds cute. And, anyway, it’s not there doing anything out of the ordinary. It’s no secret that JC has a bad back. She always has, even when she was born. She doesn’t trust anybody but Jordan to touch her back though, because they always make it worse. She’ll tell you the same thing though. Doesn’t she look almost as if she’s enjoying it?” Mitchell looked back at JC, who was leaning slightly forward, her brother’s arms inside her shirt. Her mouth was slightly open as well. You could clearly see what he was doing, but from the way her head was rolling, it did look as if she were enjoying it.
“Just a bit.” he said. She nodded. He looked at her again, and then rose with my lunch. He had to walk past her, unfortunately. But hopefully she wouldn’t say anything. He had no such luck.
“Mitchell,” she grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back to her. “We have computer next, so wait for me by the door.” Mitchell nodded. As told, he waited for her by the door.
JC
She watched him wait with an agitated look and smirked. He wasn’t the only one mad about something. She shivered as her brother ran his fingers across her back. His hands almost always stayed cold. But she felt better.
“Thanks.” She said. She took her uneaten lunch and put it on the recycling line and then walked to Mitchell.
“Come on.” She walked down the hall quickly and into the lab.
“In there. I’ll be in when the bell rings.” She then walked down the hall to the janitor’s office, where she saw Ezra waiting or her.
“Hey.” He said. He looked just as gorgeous as always. She wrapped her arms around him and kicked the door shut with her foot, then drew her face to his. Time seemed to move slow as she kissed him, inhaling the ever so pleasant scent of cinnamon, sweat, and Red Gear deodorant. His mouth tasted like butterscotch though. It was totally lame and tacky to be making out with a senior in the janitor’s office, but she had no where else to choose. Too many classrooms were preoccupied and her brothers practically stalked her to make sure she did everything perfectly, without disobeying her stepfathers wishes. Too bad for him. After nearly ten minutes he pulled away, breathless and smiling.
"I wish that could last all day."
"Don't we all." She smirked as he chuckled lightly.
"I have to get to class. I'm about thirty seconds late so Madison is gonna give me a detention for it."
"That's why I hate trig." JC smiled and gave him a kiss goodbye. She walked back to lab and sat next to Mitchell. The sight of him made her skin crawl, no matter how good looking, or special. He was head case and he got to her so much. JC looked around her. Girls were passing notes and checking him out, practically drooling. That got on her nerves so much the way girls threw themselves at hot guys. It was always the hot ones that had the big huge issues and over dramatic lives anyway. What made him so different?
Mitchell
JC’s eyes were burning a hole into his back, and he felt it. He could tell she was fiery and mean, but she actually intimidated him a bit. Just a tiny bit, that is. But he liked them mean, after all. He looked at her, and her eyes were staring coldly at him. Mitchell grinned at her, and she looked away. He began to pay attention to the lab instructor, and as she gave them instructions, JC went to work immediately. She did most of the work, telling him to not touch anything and just sit and watch. She appeared to know what she was doing, and she worked almost skillfully.
“You’re not watching.” She told him evilly. He stared at her.
“Yes I was,” he argued.
“No you were not! You were watching Mr. Haynes. Pay attention!” She snapped at him. Mr. Haynes walked over and she stared at him.
“Yes?” he stared at the two of them, then looked coldly at JC. She stared at him, returning the look. Mitchell shuddered.
“This is wrong.” Mr. Haynes said finally. JC looked outraged. She picked her bag and muttered something, then left the classroom.
“You both will be staying after class to finish this.” Mr. Haynes said to him. Mitchell was about to say something back but someone kicked him. He stopped, but nobody showed any sign of having kicked him. He turned back to his book. If he was going to be finishing it, he might as well figure out what he was doing. But what he really wanted to do was chase after JC. He knew that Mr. Haynes was not going to let him out of that classroom. He’d just have to pay a visit to her room this evening.
JC
JC listened to her stepfather downstairs chattering with guests over the clinking of glasses and other people’s laughter. She heard a constant tapping at her window, so she got up to see what it was. Lo and behold, it was the guy from next door, Mitchell. She really didn’t want to deal with his crap, because her back was still throbbing from the push her stepfather had given her after he had heard the message from Mr. Haynes that she had walked out of class, and skipped her counseling session as well. She was sick and tired of his constant abuse to her, but what could she do? She sighed and opened the window.
“You’re trespassing.” She told him coldly.
“Yeah, and you owe me a ride.” He smirked at her and she tilted her head.
“You were serious about that midnight ride now were you?” She hadn’t thought he would be so dumb, but she had had some idea. Now she was full blown convinced.
“Yeah, I was.” She sighed.
“But my stepfather-”
“Don’t worry about him. He and your mother are…preoccupied.” JC shivered. She so didn’t need that image in her head.
“I can’t ride…Mitchell.” She had spoken his name. She was both surprised and disappointed at herself. She was so against using the name before.
“JC, I’ve seen you ride. Now be quiet, and come downstairs.” He persisted. JC shook her head. She would never admit she was scared, but she was.
“Well, you can always jump.” She blinked at him. Then her eyes widened.
“What?! Are you crazy I’m not going to jump!” She was no super girl with springs in her feet! He had lost his mind if he really thought she was going to jump 20 feet off a roof.
“Well it doesn’t hurt to ever try JC.” She scoffed and looked away. So much for that idea.
Mitchell
Mitchell continued pleading with her, standing in the shadows of the roof as not to be seen by her family.
“Come on I’ll catch you!” She hesitated, and then stepped onto the ledge of the balcony. She closed her eyes, and pressed her arms against her chest and he held his arms out as she jumped. It seemed as the she fell in slow motion, her hair fanning out around her. He caught her by her arms, and her feet smacked against he ground. She grimaced, but was fine. He helped her onto her horse and he climbed onto his own. He pulled the reins and they rode off.
The night was cold, which made them cold as they rode, and JC suggested quietly they find a place to sit.
