A/N: I fail so hard at remembering to update…I've also changed the OC's name from Nora to Alexis (Alexandra) because I felt it fit the Egyptian theme better. I don't own House of Anubis! I only own Alexis. ._.
I stared at them in disbelief. I let go of Jerome's hand, running to put myself between them.
"Okay, what's going on here!"
"Joy's missing and I know this new girl has something to do with it!"
"I do not!" The new girl exclaimed worriedly. "I don't even know who Joy is!" I looked at Patricia and sighed dramatically.
"Joy has to leave with her parents, Patricia, I doubt the new girl-"
"Nina," The new girl interrupted.
"I doubt, Nina, had anything to do with it. If anything, you scared Joy away." I muttered crankily. I was exhausted and the last thing I wanted to do was save Nina from Patricia.
Patricia glared at me. "Ugh! You're worse than him!" She yelled, referring to Jerome. She shoved past me and stormed down the stairs. Jerome strode up and slung an arm around my shoulder.
"I'm Alexis and this is Jerome." I extended my hand to Nina and she shook it acceptingly.
"I should finish unpacking." Nina sighed.
"We'll see you at dinner, Newbie." Jerome laughed, pulling me downstairs. I stuck my tongue out at Mick and Amber, who were making kissy faces at each other. Jerome and I sat on the couch; me curled up to his side. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket, slipping in the earbuds.
I scrolled through the songs a few times; everyone says I have a great collection. Of course, that's to be expected, what with my rich parents who feel bad that they have no time for me. I'd told them that my favorite gifts from them were iTunes cards and so that's what they normally send for me. They also like their children to be unique, so for Christmas I normally get Aeropostale (an American clothing line) shirts and jeans. I sighed to myself, choosing the song I'm Alive! By Becca.
I was starting to get comfortable in Jerome's arms, Trudy called us in for dinner. I stood up pulling out my earbuds and leaving Jerome to talk to Alfie.
