The next morning, Jenna walked downstairs to find her mother at the kitchen table with Baron, Angela, the Commander and Jetstream. Warren wasn't anywhere to be seen, but Jenna figured he was probably working.
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Walking into the kitchen, Jenna grabbed an orange juice and sat on a bar stool at the island while the adults talked. She listened for a while before saying, "Hi?" Everyone looked at her and Baron cracked a smile. She gave him a confused look. "What's up?" she asked; they were all being so weird.
"We were just discussing Baron's…parole," Lily said, looking at her daughter and then at Baron and Angela. "So, he's, uh, not in jail anymore?" This conversation is a bad one…Baron's chest rumbled with laughter, much like Warren's often did, and he said, "For the time being, no. The Commander and Jetstream have vouched for me so I can be with my son right now. He'll need all the help he can get. But, I'm sure Vesuvius has already filled you in?"
Jenna blushed and said, "He might've mentioned something…" Everyone looked at her and her mother said, "Jenna! Why didn't you tell anyone?!" Baron put a hand up and said, "She was told not to. She's just following some good advice. We didn't know who was behind it before, but now…we know exactly who it is, and why they're doing it."
"Well? Who is it?!" Jenna asked, slipping off her stool and sitting down in the chair next to Baron. "The man who killed your father…and his son. Gregory Childs goes to Sky High. He's a sophomore there, he's a Telepath. Can read and manipulate people's minds?" Jenna's face hardened. She'd seen him around school. "Well, your father and I made his father inactive. Gregory swore revenge on us and our families. His father found out about the plan and now he's out to kill all four of us. You, Warren, me and your father…he's already gotten one of us, so we have to stick together so no one else is killed."
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Jenna felt like kicking and screaming that it was all Baron's fault her father was dead, but she knew it wasn't. Her father was a villain. He dug his grave when he became a villain, and now he was lying in it. "So, what do me and Warren do about Greg?" she asked, twirling her cup of juice in her hands. "You keep away from him. Make sure you're always with someone else, both of you. And I don't mean you and Warren together alone, either," he gave her a knowing, amused look and she blushed, "but bring Layla or Will or one of your other friends. Preferably someone who won't go down so easily."
Jenna nodded and was about to say something else when a very mad Warren opened and slammed the front door, making everyone but Baron jump. Jenna looked at him quizzically, wondering what could've happened to make him so mad. When he saw everyone in the kitchen looking at him, he glared venomously and stomped up the stairs and into Jenna's bedroom.
Just by listening to the pattern of his feet, they could tell where he went; he was really that loud.
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Everyone looked at Jenna and her eyes went wide. "What, you want me to go up there? I just got over my last burn from him!" Everyone chuckled and Baron pushed her out of her chair gently. "Go on. Pacify him. He won't walk to talk to anyone else." Jenna gave them all a glare and said, "Yea, sure! Feed the young one to the fire pit!" She ran up the stairs, just to escape their laughter.
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Opening the door to her room, she saw Warren lying on her bed, seething. She walked in and said, "Warren?" He didn't answer, just crossed his arms and fumed some more. Jenna walked over to the side of her bed and said, "Warren?" He turned his head and looked at her—actually, it was more like he glared at her. "What happened?" she asked, brushing the hair away from his face gently.
He sighed and said, "I went to the store and got attacked by some sophomore. I finally had to burn him off me and run." Jenna gave him an understanding smile and said, "Yea, I know who you mean…because we were just talking about him. Baron thinks it's Gregory Childs and his father who are planning on targeting us. Apparently, we're the most powerful, and our dad's both made his dad inactive. His dad killed mine…so now we have to stick with someone from the group no matter what. Layla and Will are our best bets."
"Oh, you tell me this now…," he said, grumbling slightly. Jenna laughed and kissed his cheek. "Want something to eat?" He shrugged and she said, "Ok, grumpy...I'll be right back." She walked downstairs and gave them all her best disappointed stare. "He's very mad at you all for not telling him about Greg before he got attacking by him."
Baron sighed and said, "He shouldn't have snuck out of the house this morning, then, before we could tell him." His voice was amused, though. "We thought he was here," Angela said, her voice also laced with humor. Jenna shook her head when she heard he snuck out. "Does Warren like eggs?" she asked, grinning behind the fridge door mischievously. "Yes, he does," Angela said, confused. Jenna grabbed two eggs and said, "Thank you!"
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She went back upstairs and into her room. He looked up and said, "Raw eggs?" Jenna grinned and said, "I have half a mind to throw these at you. You snuck out! Of course they couldn't've warned you if you snuck out, you idiot!" She laughed at Warren suddenly shocked expression. His face suddenly turned foreboding. "Jenna…don't you dare." He jumped off of her bed and was edging around the room, trying to get to the door. Jenna just grinned and raised her arm, aiming.
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Warren dashed out of the room and down the stairs, Jenna chasing him. They ran through the kitchen, past the stunned adults, and out into the backyard, where Jenna jumped on his back. Warren almost stumbled over from the sudden impact, but he balanced himself quickly and held onto her legs.
"I have complete control of you now, you know?" he said, smirking. "I wonder if I make you mad enough, you'd get hot enough to fry an egg on your head…," she mused, not listening to him.