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Chapter Two: Jill?
The phone rang and Jill let out a groan, lifting her head. A textbook unstuck itself from her cheek and fell to the desk. I have a bed, why don't I use it for once? Her hand groped for the phone, she had taken it upstairs just in case a fiasco like that morning occurred again. She lifted it to her ear, "Hello?"
"J- Jill?" Claire's shaking, stuttering voice wavered over the phone line.
"Claire? You okay?"
"J- Jill, I think there's someone in my house. W- what do I do?" Jill's eyes darkenned.
"Stay right where you are, I'll be there in a sec." She hung up and leapt to her feet, snatching her hoodie from the back of the chair and bombing her way out of the house.

Claire froze again at the sound of a cupboard door opening downstairs. They were in the kitchen. Were they looking for a weapon? Something to threaten and torture her with? What if they found her, they'd have to kill her to stop her from telling the police. Oh God, why'd she call Jill? She should have called the police! Her hands shook as she lifted the phone to her face, squinting at the numbers in the dark. Her thumb hovered over the first nine- A horrendous crash from the kitchen made her screech and drop the phone.

Jill cracked the door to Claire's house open. The lock must've been picked. She scanned the dark room, searching for whoever had scared the living hell out of her friend. A dark figured moved in the inky blackness and Jill froze. Her heart was pounding in her throat as she slowly slid one foot in front of the other, hand taking up the vase of flowers near the door. Her bare feet were numb and yet sore from running all the way to Claire's house and they were difficult to walk on silently. The figure rummaging about the kitchen didn't even notice Jill sneaking p on him until it was too late. Jill raised the vase above the person's head and they turned around, a spice bottle in hand. "RRAAH!" The vase smashed on his head and he crashed to the ground, spice bottle skittering from his hand. Jill swooped down on the dazed thief, pinning him down with one knee and gripping the collar of his shirt. "Claire! I got him! You can come down now, it's safe!"

"Claire! I got him! You can come down now, it's safe!" Claire lifted her face from her trembling hands.
"J- Jill..." She stumbled as she stood and ran downstairs into the kitchen, flicking the lights on. "Jill, thank the Goddess you're here, I was so scared and- Is that Skye?" Jill looked down.
"So it is..." She got up, pulling him with her. He was still dazed and a bit confused. "I bet he's a pervert like his buddy Kai." She snapped, dragging him into Claire's lounge and dumping him on the sofa. "But at least he's a scraggly wimp, we can take him if he tries to run." She grinned, showing her fist. Claire giggled,
"I can't believe I got so scared of him!"
"Well it's not like you knew. Hey, Skye. Wake up perv."
"... Pony?" He slurred out, tongue thick and a huge welt pressuring the top of his head. He wished he'd stayed home...
"Jill. J I L L. Jill. Not 'Pony'." She huffed, standing up straight. "What the hell were you doing in Claire's house?"
"Just... got lost. Thought it was where I lived..."
"Liar." Claire snapped. Skye's eyes narrowed and his jaw set. So did Jill's. If it was a contest of stubbornness, she would most assuredly win. "You're either a pervert, a thief, or both. Now spit it out." She waved her hand at Claire, who hurried back into the kitchen and tossed her the iron spatula. Jill pointed it in Skye's face. "Come on, spill. You're not leaving until you do." Skye groaned and threw his head back, flinging an arm over his eyes. "You asked for it..."
"Asked for what? Hey! Sit back down-"
"CHICK BEAM... FIRE!" Both Jill and Claire jolted at the sudden yell. The brunette recovered fast though, yelling out the silver-haired boy's name as he walked on past. She tried to raise the spatula to knock him out, but gasped when she found she couldn't so much as twitch a finger. Claire was in much the same predicament. "Skye! What the hell did you do to us?!" He smirked.
"Don't worry, the spell will wear off in a couple of hours."
"Hours? What if I need to pee?!" Claire cried out, "Or if I get an itch?" Skye only chuckled and the door swung shut behind him.
"He's a dead man." Jill bit out.

"Noooo... Mark, don't you dare-" Chelsea screeched out a laugh, ducking behind the kitchen counter as a lump of porridge flew at her. It splatted against the wall and Chelsea's dog barked, wagging her tail. Chelsea thrust her hand into the bowl of cold porridge at her feet, scooped up a handful and launched her attack over the counter. Their was a satisfying splat and the sound of Mark spitting out the ammunition. Chelsea peeked over the counter and snorted at the blonde's face. He shot her a glare and she ducked again, but not before her bandana was hit. "Ha!" He barked out triumphantly, "Got you."
"Yeah, well..." She leapt out from the cover of the kitchen and dashed at the boy. His face transformed into shock and he hurled more porridge at her. "Get this!" She tackle him, shoving her bowl into his face. He choked and thrashed, throwing porridge all over the house. Chelsea was shrieking with laughter, her dog was barking madly and even Mark was trying to laugh through all of the porridge. "Okay, okay." Chelsea let out a sigh, laced with a giggle. "We'd better stop now, Tetsu's getting agitated." Mark pushed the bowl off his face and wiped away the thick, gloopy mess clinging to his face. "Well, I won anyway, so it's all good as far as I'm-"
"Did not! I won!"
"No way, you lost and I won, that's final-" Chelsea shoved cold porridge in his mouth a grinned, victorious once again.
"Who won?"
"... You..."
"That's a good boy."

"Bye Mark," Chelsea smiled, waving her friend off. He waved back, grinning.
"Seeya tomorrow Chels!" Tetsu barked and wagged her tail.
"Seeya!" He disappeared around the corner and she closed the door.
"Right," She clapped her hands together and surveyed the newly-cleaned kitchen and lounge, "Now to do my homework."

Jill woke up groggily, pushing back her fringe. "Ow..." Her back cracked when she stretched and so did her arms. She looked around. Claire's house? "Hey Claire, did you kidnap me again?" The blonde moaned and pulled herself up, she had been behind the sofa.
"No, don't you remember?" She received a blank look, but then everything seemed to flood back into her friend's memory because she let out a fearsome growl. "That silver-haired son of a-"
"Female dog." Claire interrupted. Her eyes caught on the light streaming through the curtains then and she gasped, "What time is it?!"
"How would I know?"
"Ten?! Jill, we're super late, what'd we do?!"
"Run around like headless chickens and hope nobody notices we're two hours late?"
"Jill!"
"Alright, alright, we can just play hooky like in the old days-"
"Be serious!"
"Fine, where's your bike?"

Ten minutes later, Claire and Jill were bombing it down the path, yelling. Jill's legs were hardly visible she was peddling so fast and the houses had all turned to a blur. As they were hurtling past the forest, Jill's gaze snatched on a group of three boys casually making their way in the opposite direction. She recognised the silver-haired boy before she could even see his uniform. She bellowed out another yell, even louder than her previous ones and the bicycle wheels turned faster and faster.

Skye, for once, was wide awake and walking at the head of the group. He wasn't too pleased with how his raid had gone last night, though at least he had stuck a few bottles of other herbs and spices into his pockets before he was assaulted. Assaulted... Somehow he thought that was the wrong word for the circumstances. He had been stealing from them after all. He looked up, a smirk playing on his face, it had been fun though, seeing Pony's face when he had frozen her to the spot. Maybe he'd tease her next time or- Skye heard a roar and no sooner had his eyes widenned that an arm slammed into his throat, throwing him to the floor. His head cracked against the path and his head spun, skin smarting from the grazes inflicted upon it. He groaned, ears pounding, he only just heard the cackling laughter and the startled call of a name, "Jill!" Then spots clouded his vision and his muscles fell limp.

"Jill Suzumiya, please come to the infirmary immediately. I repeat, Jill Suzumiya, please come to the infirmary immediately." Jill huffed, ignoring all of the stares she was receiving from her 'classmates'. She shot Claire a look, hoping she'd get the meaning. I told you we should have played hooky.

"Ah, Suzumiya, I'm glad you're here." The school nurse, Irene, bustled over from beside one of the beds. Jill's eyes caught on the person in it and her lips tightened, jaw setting. "What is it?"
"Steiner's friends brought him in this morning. He's been diagnosed with concussion, which is very serious and apparently," Jill could see where this was going. "You're the one who caused it." With a huff, the brunette decided to go back to her delinquent days. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head, a sickly sweet smile emerging on her face. "And how did they reach that conclusion?" She hated having to do this, but she knew that if she got into any more trouble with schools, then she'd just give up on herself and quit high school. If she could just manage to wriggle her way out of this mess... "They said they recognised you and your friend on a bicycle, they also said that your friend called out your name."
"Really now? And how many other blondes are friends with brunettes called Jill in this entire world?" Irene's lips twitched and she inhaled deeply. "I suppose you have a point there, Suzumiya, however this is classed as assault in this area and we will have to call the police in to investigate if this matter isn't sorted out." Jill almost let slip a growl. She was in even deeper trouble now. "Now, did you give Steiner concussion?"

"So apparently it was wasn't a tumour, but Sir said I was pretty close." Trent shrugged. Elli looked up at him admirably,
"That's really good, Trent." She smiled and Gina nodded,
"Yes."
"If you keep on working, you might just reach my level sooner or later." Jin joked, he was the so-called 'genius' of the science block. He was so good that he'd already taken his advanced medics test and passed, which allowed him to work some clinic hours. Alex, trent's twin, was only a few steps behind him and therefore only allowed to work a few clinic hours a week. They rounded the corner and walked into the clinic, still yattering away. "I told you already, I did not give him concussion!" The group stopped in their tracks. A brunette sat in Irene's swivel-chair, glowering at the woman as if it could make her see her point. "Suzumiya, please don't waste any more of your schooling time-"
"To hell with that! I already know everything they have to teach me!"
"Irene?" The old nurse and the brunette turned at the voice.
"Oh, Jin." Irene managed an almost-sweet smile. "Would you mind leaving us be for a moment? I know it's lunch and you usually sit here, but..." She gestured to Jill, who had put on a sour face. Jin nodded, understanding. "Wait, can't we help?" Elli asked, "I've been trained in psychology, if that would be of any use..." She trailed off, cheeks turning red.
"I don't need counseling!" Jill yelled.
"O- of course not, I just-" Elli stuttered, Trent placed a hand on her shoulder, but it only made her face turn redder and stutterings disintegrate into indiscernable mumblings. "Suzumiya," Irene's cold voice cut through the commotion easily. "If you do not begin to tell the truth, then I will have to bring your friend in here aswell and we both know that would be causing more trouble than it is worth."
"I already told you woman, I didn't give him concussion, what do you think I did? Give him a concussion injection?! Besides, if it's so much trouble to bring Claire in, then don't bother!"
"Suzumiya, please stop yelling." Irene said sharply. Jin came and placed a hand on Jill's shoulder,
"Please calm down."
"Don't tell me what to do-"
"Please lie her down," Irene sighed. Alex and Trent stepped forwards, taking the brunette by her arms and dragging her over to the other spare bed. "It might make her more reasonable. Jin, please fetch Claire Harrington for me."
"Right."
"Hey, come on, she needs her lunch break, leave her out of this!" Jin was already gone.

"The infirmary?" Claire repeated, trotting alongside Jin. He jerked his head in a nod.
"Your friend, Jill, she gave Skye Steiner concussion or so we believe, though she won't admit it. Irene believes she is lying and so, we need you." Claire sighed, "Typical Jill, always getting into trouble." Jin opened the door to the infirmary and Claire stepped in. She caught a glimpse of a fist and a black-haired boy flew back into the wall. "Get off me!" She heard Jill's growl. She sounded like a cornered animal, just like in the old days. Claire's lips twisted down into a slight frown and she hurried behind the curtain.

Jill was desperately thrashing about, trying to get off one of the two infirmary beds. "I don't need to calm down!" She yelled out. Another black-haired boy was trying to restrain her and receiving numerous kicks and punches in the process. "It looks like you do to me." Claire smiled sweetly, cocking her head to the side and clasping her hands in front of her. Jill stopped twisting and writhing and looked up. "Claire." The blonde looked at her friend, "Jill I thought you said that you would stop this kind of thing."
"Claire, I know, but-" Claire shook her head disappointedly, Jill had sworn she would never go back to her delinquent ways, but now she had and Claire didn't know how long for this time. "Jill, take a deep breath and assess the situation. Was it worth getting all het up for?" Jill's gaze fell to her lap and her shoulders slumped. Alex warily released his grip from around her wrists. "No."
"Looking back on what you thought the consequences for your actions would be, were they all that bad? Worth all that trouble?"
"No..."
"Then will you tell them the truth now? It won't turn out bad, I promise." Claire gave Jill a tight smile, "Come on, I'll be right there with you." She held out her hand and Jill took it, albeit reluctantly. Irene looked up when Jill and Claire walked out from behind the curtained-off area. "I'm sorry for lying." Jill mumbled, bowing her head. Her cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. Claire had put everything into perspective, she wasn't going to give up on herself. She was too stubborn for that. "I did give Skye concussion, but I didn't mean to! It's just, he scared Claire and I wanted to show him that I wouldn't stand for that." Irene exhaled slowly.
"Don't do it again. Luckily, his head injury wasn't that severe, otherwise it would be a whole different matter. Though, I will have to punish you somehow..."

"Agh, why'd it have to be cleaning windows?" Jill sighed, wiping off the window cleaner with an old cloth. Irene, the old nurse, was knitting contently in her chair. Jill stuck her tongue out at the woman. "Stupid old biddy..."

Thank-you for the reviews and follows, I really appreciate it! As it turns out, I didn't need a choice between Dr. Alex and Dr. Trent for this chapter, but for the next. Thanks to Dreamless-Sleep777 though, we have an answer!