Hey, guys! Div and I are so excited to be back. I've been working on this chapter for hours. I'm so glad we're finally at Season 2. We've got a whole lot of plans for this season and we promise not to screw it up! But we're not promising on the grammar, there's only so much our eyes can take. So, anyway, since I'm ridiculously indecisive, I've decided to change Jewel's outfit for this season. I promise it's nothing too complicated this time and I'll write in when she's changing outfits, but that's sometimes, she wears this outfit primarily, along with another when she's out on the surface with the turtles. This season will focus on Jewel and Div and I will try to make it more action and there'll still be some romance. Get ready for twists, surprises, and tragedies. Have fun!
This week flew by quick, in Jewel's opinion. It was finally Saturday and Jewel could not be more relieved. Today was the last day of the photoshoot and she could finally come back home to the turtles and Splinter. It had been two months since the turtles had defeated the Kraang and Splinter's ferocious battle with the Shredder. Things became chaotic for a while, but at the same time everything was calm. There wasn't any sign of Kraang robots or Foot ninjas roaming around the city and the turtles couldn't be any happier. Jewel, however, was skeptical despite everyone else's assurances. She didn't know much about the Kraang, but she did know how Shredder was. The bastard was persistent and stubborn as a mule. He wouldn't give up until his last breath, and she was sure he would be hunting for her again, and she prepared herself for the next time. She figured the Kraang were about the same. Neither seemed the type to give up so easily and she was certain they would come back with a burning vengeance.
She trained periodically with the turtles, sometimes she went solo with Splinter. And every morning she'd wake up at five and jog over to her school and sneak into the gymnasium and warm up with some of gymnastics equipment. She' start with the basics, from the forward roll to the back bend kick over. And sometimes she would twirl the baton for a little while until she got bored. After she would abruptly flip into the more complex stances and began combining her gymnast and kunoichi skills together. Jewel loved the feeling of both; the way her muscles ache from the exertion, the way her heart would beat against her ribcage, and how shiny her forehead got under the lights.
Jewel was just glad she was going back home soon. Despite contrary belief, she actually missed the turtles - except Raph. Though she couldn't help but notice that they seemed to be lazy and overconfident ever since the Kraang Invasion. They just played around and ran through the streets of New York, whooping at the top of their lungs as they laughed the night away. She joined in some of their celebrations until William had called her over and babbled something about a fashion show and photoshoot at London. She only packed her necessities, like clothes, books, assignments. The one personal item she took with her was her mother's bracelet, and she always made sure it was on her, whether it clashed with any of the outfits or not.
William had decided to drag her along to explore the sights a little. "I've always desired to explore the foreign land of the British." he dreamily exclaimed as he dragged her by hand as Jewel scowled at the back of his head, wishing she could burn a hole through him. Unfortunately she couldn't because she had promised Lion Boy she wouldn't injure or kill anybody while she was away. Apparently she got a little too aggressive when she was annoyed or irritated - particularly when it came to modeling. She was semi-fond of William, he was her agent, after all. He supported her and handled Lucy whenever Jewel would have a slight scruffle with the other models. He kind of reminded her of an eccentric uncle. But the man was incredibly cheery and a complete man-child, and that irritated her on occasion - plus he was unpredictable and no one ever knew when he was gonna show up or call but she couldn't complain, Jewel was like that in a similar way.
The city of London was magnificent; the scenery was very calming and serene and some of the sights fascinated her. The food was delicious and it seemed to glow at night like New York did. Huh. London actually reminded her of a calmer New York. But she wouldn't ever consider moving here or anything, she was a New Yorker by heart. After some sight seeing, she and William rushed back to the shoot and Jewel posed a few more pictures for the upcoming Vogue magazine that should be published in two months. She's been in London for two weeks and she itched to go back to New York. She had packed a few souvenirs for everyone back at home, with the exception of Raphael since she was still bitter towards him, and the feeling was mutual.
Speaking of the turtles, it seemed to be that she and Leonardo had formed their strange, romantic relationship ever since that night they kissed. Surprise was an understatement for how she felt when he made a move to kiss her, she backed away in shock and confusion that she wasn't sure what to do. Her brain seemed to stop working for a second and it took a while for her to realize that Lion Boy actually had feelings for her. It all became so clear then. The way he looked at her whenever they trained, the way he would be charming and teasing and how awkward he would be around her. It finally occurred to her that he actually had feelings for her. She wasn't sure what to do right then. She supposed she could gently turn him down and explain to him why they wouldn't work as a couple. That he was too nice and kind for her and that she was cold and calculating and a complete and utter wildcard. But she heard her own words echo in her head from that speech she had given when she won her first gold medal. She knew she had to do something, she didn't want to hurt him, and Jewel realized there that she couldn't stand in her own way again. She knew that ever since she met the turtles that she grew softer than she used to be and slightly kinder. You never know kept playing like a record on repeat and she grabbed his face and kissed him.
She didn't think it through until the end of the night. As she kissed him that night the pyrokinetic couldn't help but notice that Leo wasn't that bad of a kisser. Jewel had kissed many boys ever since she was nine and the kisses were okay, they were nice but they meant nothing to her, as did the boys she kissed. She's had brief flings with multiple boys and quickly ended them as soon as she grew bored with the guy. She didn't care about any of them. But Jewel genuinely enjoyed the kiss with Leo more than she thought she would. She had always thought she'd feel disgusted and shivery or even ashamed but she realized she was actually enjoying his lips and she felt happy and relieved. She liked the kiss. She liked it a lot. She liked his lips better than all the random boys she's ever pecked.
They didn't do much after the kiss. She gave him his space and watched with sly eyes for his next move. After about three days he actually had the courage to ask her out on a date and accepted the invitation coolly, pressing her lips against his for a quick second just so everyone could see. He made a surprised sound and everyone teased for days while he wore a bright red blush over his squishy and cute face. She honestly had fun on their first date. Nothing too big or romantic, they simply walked around the rooftops and sparred together at the abandoned construction site she had showed him months prior. The sparring was thrilling and intense as they smirked at each other, before he lunged for an attack and they both ended up kissing at the end.
She quickly undressed herself in the changing room and stripped on her new attire. She actually liked these clothes because she had personally picked them back at Forever 21 and she hasn't picked out any clothing item for herself since she was five. Everyone always bought her clothes for her and sometimes it was sad to think that she might as well be a puppet or a demon working for the devil. She rolled up the expensive emerald dress into a ball and tossed it aside as she secured the bracelet on her wrist, a small smile gracing her lips as she stared at it, almost in nostalgia, though she knew it was ridiculous since she never even met her mother, but this was a piece of her that Jewel wanted to cherish.
Her dark makeup was no longer heavy like it had been before. She had dark eyeshadow over her eyes and an appropriate amount of black eyeliner and her lips were a pretty pink color that blended in well with her medium dark skin. Her black hair travelled down the middle of her back, with a black and pink bandana covering the top of her head. She now wore a black halter crop top with spaghetti straps and a high and straight neckline, and a pair of black jeans that clung to her legs, ripped at the knees, paired with her high top pitch black sneakers with bright white laces. Her nails were a little longer and painted a dark pink color, and she wore golden brown fingerless gloves on her hands, wearing her mother's bracelet and the one Leo had given her. Though a gun would've been nicer. She bolted with impeccable speed back to New York, drying herself with her fire abilities and quickly sent a quick text to Leo.
She whistled sharply for a taxi and met eye to eye with an African American woman with chestnut eyes and a casual smirk, "Where'ya headed, sweetheart?" she asked a soon as Jewel welcomed herself on the front seat of the taxi, throwing her bag to under the glove compartment. The teen shrugged as she looked ahead at the road, "Just take me to 5th East," she instructed, her voice pleasant and casual. The driver nodded and began driving ahead, yelling out an unintelligible curse at some student driver, and Jewel turned her head, raising a brow. The driver glanced at her before looking back at the road, shrugging helplessly, "What, they took too long," the driver complained. Jewel just shook her head and went back to her phone, reading Leo's response before texting back, giggling at the picture he had sent her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the driver smirk, "Lemme guess, you texting your boyfriend?"
Jewel smirked back as she shrugged one shoulder, "Kinda," she answered easily before nodding in what looked like approval of a certain picture. She gestured an arm at the photograph, "Nice," she commented. The photograph revealed a Hispanic male who looked to be about twenty three, honey brown eyes, and dark hair with a kind smile on his handsome face. The older woman looked at the picture for a second before her eyes were back on the road. "Oh. That's just Enrique. He's quite the catch, isn't he? You know, he would've made an excellent fiancé until that bitch Carol Minglehoff snatched him away with her fake, pretty blonde hair and that goddess body!" the woman roared before huffing crossly, shaking her head, "That bitch is as dishonorable and cruel as she is gorgeous. Though we all know that body came from liposuction," she muttered the last part under her breath but Jewel caught it anyway.
"Can I gave ya some advice?" she asked as the teen regarded the taxi driver curiously. The woman shrugged, "I don't know. I guess," she answered uncertainly.
"Beat that bitch to a bloody pulp."
The driver almost halted the car in a screech, instead she snapped her brown eyes to the girl's midnight blues, staring at her in horror and incredulously. Was she actually serious? The way she had said sounded so casual and normal, like she was used to saying things like that. She knew some teenage girls were cynical and vulgar but that seemed extreme. How much have times changed when she was just a young girl herself? "W-What?" she stammered. Jewel shrugged at her like it wasn't a big deal, "Tie her up, threaten her, or cut her like carcass to win back your man. Because from what I've learned in many relationships, it's very rare you find someone who'll date the chubby girl - no offense. And sometimes we need those chubby girls to fight for us girls. You know how boys are like,"
"Uh - I guess I could try that, but I don't know if it'll really work -"
"Oh, trust me, girl. It'll work, I know it."
The car slowed to a stop, and the woman pulled the brakes as she parked the car in front of Antonio's Pizzeria. "Okay, here's your stop, sure this is the right one?" she asked as the girl slugged her bag over her shoulder, stepping out the car and slamming the door, nodding, "Yep," she confirmed as she popped the 'p'. "Quick question, what's your name again?" she asked as she tilted her head. The woman blinked at her for a second before answering, "Uh, Roxana." And the teen threw her a coy grin, "Jewel," she introduced before turning a heel and strolling towards the pizzeria, the bells ringing merrily as she opened the door. Jewel walked to the bathroom and threw her duffle bag out the window. With a high leap, she hopped out the window and gathered her bag before she ascended the fire escape and onto the rooftop as she suddenly became a zooming blur heading towards the manhole cover in an alleyway, leaving scattered papers in her wake as people blinked in surprise, and zooming towards the familiar passageways and twisting tunnels.
...okay...this was way earlier than expected. Not sure what to do now. We've already started on the second chapter for the first episode of Season 2. We'll work on three episodes and upload them on Saturday or Sunday. Basically we're writing when we have the inspiration and vibe. I really like this chapter and I hope you guys like it too. Hope you guys have a nice night. Seriously, I wasn't expecting for it to be done by tonight. I'm just as shocked as you guys are.
Div: Yeah. Wow. Yay for us. Better updates. Whoo Hoo. Remember, reviews are author's chow. Please R&R whenever you can. Night!
