BeBe: I know, this is a bit earlier than I had promised, but there isn't much to do when you're stuck at home with possible head lice."Jerome." Bri nodded, to the light brown haired boy. She worked to keep a look of non caring on her face.
"Oh, quit the act." Jerome glared. "I know you're not goth, Nina told us." Then he smirked. "Besides, you need to wear your school uniform to school."
"It's under the coat, and you've been misinformed." Bri stated, calmly, as she brushed passed him. "I am goth, why do you think I got kicked out of my old school? You know it's not for pulling pranks since I despise pranksters."
"Oh really? Then would you mind explaining all the bright colors in your room?"
Bri stopped, abruptly, and grimaced. Damn, she'd let her guard down again! She'd left her bedroom door open for him to see in! Well, this was probably the end, anyway. Might as well go down fighting.
"For the folks." She muttered. "They don't approve of me being goth, so they forced me to have a light and happy bedroom."
Jerome stepped up beside her, and smirked. "Uh-huh." He said, in a mockingly thoughtful tone. Bri wanted to slap him.
"I never said I liked it." She grumbled. "As a matter of fact I hate it. It's just for the folks."
Jerome bent down so that his lips were right next to her ear. "Why don't you go change into something a little more appropriate." He whispered seductively as if asking her to go put on a lingerie.
Bri gasped, and flung around to smack him on the face. "Okay, fine. So I'm not goth, what's it to you?" she hissed.
He didn't seem to have felt her slap, he just kept staring down at her. And that annoyed the hell out of Bri. She wanted to slap him until he got some common sense in his head. Although, of course, that would mean a lot of slapping.
"Why, it doesn't mean anything to me. Except for the fact that I like a girl who can be herself." He smiled charmingly down at her.
Bri smiled lovingly back up. "Well, you can go fuck yourself." She said as sweetly as possible before storming off in the opposite direction.
"I will get you, Bri Faye!" she heard him call down after her. "Just you wait!"
Bri stopped in her tracks, and turned around to face him, arms crossed. She could see a quirk in the corner of his mouth, as if he were trying not to smile, and failing. She didn't pay much attention to it, though.
"Oh, really…?" she asked, smirking. "Well, since Nina told you that I'm not actually goth, pray tell me what other juicy little tid bit she said."
She saw Jerome let the sly smile work its way across his face. "Apparently you have a bit of a problem with us Brits."
"That's the under statement of the century." Bri muttered under her breath. Then, louder she said, "Okay, then, I hate Brits. What do you want me to do? Apologize? Well, I won't, so don't hold your breath."
"Wasn't going to." He smirked.
Bri sighed, and took a hesitant step towards him. This wasn't how she'd planned the second day of her arrival to go. Not by a long shot. Damn.
"Okay, Jerome, what did you really come up here, for?" she asked, then added at his confused face. "Surely you wouldn't just come up to say all that to me."
Jerome shrugged. "Maybe I did. You haven't known me for 24 hours, so you have no clue if I would or not."
"I know, because nobody seeks someone out, just to tell them that they weren't goth."
Bri watched as Jerome's smirk got bigger. Yep. She hated him, and not just because he was British, she knew she'd hate him, even if he were American.
"Oh, yeah…. There was another reason." Jerome smiled. "Today's Saturday, and I don't know about America, but here, in Britain, we don't go to school on the weekends."
"Well, why didn't you tell me that earlier?" Bri hissed, threateningly, stepping up to him so she was all up in his face.
Jerome smiled down at her. "Must've slipped my mind."
"You're just lucky I'm tired, otherwise I'd throw you over the ledge." Bri growled, then stormed around him, and back into her room.
Well, she thought, may as well put on some of my normal clothes, since everyone already knows that I'm really goth. That plan sure went down the drain, fast.
She put on a purple shirt that looked like a kid had gotten to it with white spray paint on, and the same black vest from last night over it. Then, she pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans, and placed a pair of sunglasses on top of her head like a head band. Now, there was the Brittany that everyone knew and loved.
At least, in America.
Bri pulled open her door and went to go downstairs to confront Jerome again about talking to her like that, when she heard voices coming from above her. She felt her eyebrows knit together in confusion because she was on the top floor and the only one above her was the attic which was strictly forbidden. And she could tell that it was kids because she recognized Fabian and Nina's voices.
Turning, Bri located the stairs to the attic right behind her. Funny how she hadn't noticed them before. She stepped up onto the first step, and let out a silent breath, as the stair let out a soft groan underneath her. Just great.
She slowly made her way up the stairs, careful not to put too much weight on each one, scared that she'd get caught.
When she finally reached the top, she jiggled the handle on the door, only to find that it was locked. That didn't stop Bri though, she may be a goody-goody, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to get down and dirty. She licked the top of her super long pinky nail, and smiled. Finally, another thing that long nails were good at besides winning thumb wars.
She put the nail in, and easily picked the lock. Boy, would George freak when she heard about this.
Bri carefully opened the door, and heard the talking get louder. She stepped inside, and quietly closed it, making sure to lock it behind her. She didn't want anyone knowing she'd been up here.
She knelt on the ground, and began to crawl towards the voices. She was just going to see what they were talking about, and then leave. No one ever had to know that she had been up here. But, fate had a different plan.
She'd let her guard down just a bit, and her knee had landed on a loose floorboard, responding in a giant groan that stopped the voices immediately. Bri closed her eyes, and silently swore a string of curses.
"What was that?" she heard Nina whisper, urgently.
"I think someone's up here." Another voice answered-a girl.
"Don't be silly, Amber." Fabian murmured. "The only people who'd be up here are Jerome, Alfie and Victor. And Victor went to the school, and Jerome and Alfie are confronting Bri."
Bri held her breath, and hoped that they would go back to talking, and forget about her. But, she made another mistake, just as they were going back, she let out her breath in a loud 'Whoosh.'
"Okay, now I know someone is up here." The girl called Amber said.
Bri heard Fabian sigh, then call out. "Okay, we know you're out there, show yourself!"
Bri closed her eyes and silently muttered a prayer, hoping that they wouldn't catch her. This time, though , she didn't hold her breath. She was too scared that she would make the mistake of letting it out loudly, again.
"See, Amber?" Fabian shook his head. "No one's up here. Now, let's get back to business. We need to find out what's happened to Joy."
"I'm telling you," another girl's voice piped in. "Victor killed her."
"We aren't sure, Patricia." Nina murmured. "After all, you said that Rufus was in the crowd, as well and Victor had just as many reasons to want to kill him, too."
Bri clutched at her shirt, trying not to turn around as she listened to the four kids talk. This wasn't making any sense! It was just like that voice in her head all over again!
"Well, maybe we should go see Sarah, again." Nina was suggesting.
"That old crazy hag?" Patricia snorted. "She probably won't help, much. She'll probably just start yelling nonsense, again."
"Well, what do you suggest we do?" Fabian shot back.
"I suggest we take the elixir to the police." Patricia said. "That way it'll be out of our hands, and they'll do a better job solving all of this, than we ill."
"You don't get it, Patricia." Fabian groaned. "The police may be in on it with him. The only one's we can trust are each other."
Bri whipped her head around ,at that, and her sunglasses went flying off her head, and across the floor. They landed right in the middle of the little circle that the four kids had been making. Bri silently cursed herself, as the three of them jumped up.
"Told you someone was there." Amber gloated, looking around. She had platinum blonde hair and light blue eyes. Bri got the feeling that she didn't have two brain cells to rub up against each other. No wonder Fabian hadn't believed her when she had said that someone was in the room.
"Yes, Amber, you were right." Fabian groaned, then called out. "There's no point in hiding, anymore! We know you're out there!"
Bri winced, as if she'd been slapped and slowly stood up.
The four kids stared at her, as if not really believing that she was there. She smiled nervously, held up a hand and twitched a few fingers in a greeting.
"Hello." She murmured.
"Oh, this is just great." Patricia hissed.
{3rd Person Jerome's p.o.v}
Jerome slammed the bedroom door behind him, angrily. Alfie looked up from the video game he was playing at the light brown haired boy.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes trailing back to the screen.
"That girl is what's wrong." Jerome hissed, pointing towards the door. Alfie didn't need to ask who he was talking about.
"I don't get why you're so obsessed with her." he muttered, with a slight cheeer as he cleared a level. "You don't normally get this upset when any of those other girls turn you down."
Jerome didn't answer, instead he wrote Bri on a piece of paper, and got the doll from before when he and Alfie had been under probation, and put it back up on the dart board. Then he picked up the darts, and began to aim them at the doll's head. He had to admit, it did help relieve his stress a bit.
One dart hit the doll straight in the eye, and he let a smile cross his face.
Alfie pressed pause on his game, and looked over at the doll. "Need some help getting her?" he chuckled, as Jerome chucked another dart at the doll.
"Of course I don't, Alfie." Jerome grumbled, tossing another dart at the doll, which just barely grazed the top of it's head. "I'm the master at picking up girls. She'll be kissing my feet in no time."
Alfie smirked, and moved over to sit next to Jerome, "Okay, this is what you have to do…."
{3rd Person Bri's p.o.v}
Bri blinked as she stared at each of the other for kids that were up in the attic, unbelievably. She just couldn't believe it. Victor was evil-okay, she could imagine that, he seemed like the evil type. But king Tut's treasure was in Anubis house? And all those other things she could hardly keep track of.
"So… what now?" she asked, picking at the remains of her black nail polish. "I bet you're going to tell me that I have to keep it a secret, and just forget everything you've told me, huh?"
Fabian and Nina looked at each other for a second, and Bri knew that that wasn't it. Everyone looked at her, and put a hand over their right eye.
"Sabuna." They all said in unision.
Bri's eyes lit up, as she got what they meant. She couldn't believe that they actually trusted her enough to not just stay in on their secret, but actually be a part of the club!
She put her own hand over her right eye. "Sabuna."
"We should get going, now." Nina said. "Lunch is going to be soon, and we don't want Victor catching us up here."
"Actually, I'd like to have a look around." Bri said. "I'll meet you guys downstairs, later, okay?"
"Just be sure to be careful and not to get caught." Fabian warned.
Bri nodded, and continued to sit as the others got up and left. She wasn't going to explore quite like they probably thought she was going to. She wasn't going to go through any drawers or whatever. She just wanted to see how big the room was. Maybe, she'd be able to hide up here sometimes if she just wanted to be alone. Because her room obviously wasn't going to always be an option.
The attic wasn't huge, but it had so many boxes in it, that it would be easy to hide in it. Bri was thoroughly impressed with it. It would actually be the perfect little hide away.
After about ten minutes, Bri went back to the door, but turned back to look around the attic. She didn't know why, but she had this odd feeling that she was leaving something behind. She touched the sunglasses on top of her head, to see if they had fallen. They hadn't.
Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she shouldn't be leaving just yet.
Bri shrugged. Ah, well, she'd probably be up here a lot, she'd look some other time.
With that, she opened the attic door, and stepped out. Without looking down the steps, she turned and once again, used her pinky nail to lock it behind her. Then, she turned, and gasped at what she saw at the bottom of the steps.
"My, my." Jerome smirked, eyebrow raised. "What do we have here?"
Bri sighed, and started down the stairs, not being as careful as before. "What do you want, this time, Jerome?"
Jerome smiled seductively down at her, again, but Bri hardly noticed, she was too caught up in her panic about being caught. She was quite sure that he wouldn't tell Victor or Trudy about her being up there, but you could never be too sure.
"I need help with some homework." Jerome said, as she reached him.
Bri could say that she was more than confused.
