Okay, here's a few things to keep in mind:
Number 1: Le Ange (introduced in A Fallen Angel) plays a bigger role in this chapter. Le Ange's "real name" is Gabriel.
Number 2: Phoenix Arielle is Riley McCloud's real name.
Number 3: I'll keep updating this story as often as I can. Reading and Reviewing is what will keep me going! Reviews keep me motivated, resulting in new chapters!
Secret Arrangement:
Saturday and Sunday came and went. Monday, during lunch, Warren found himself at his usual table—alone, just like old times. He wasn't in the talking mood, since his nose was stuck in another novel. On the other side of the cafeteria, the junior table consulted with each other as to why their friend was alone. It has been three years since Warren let go of his 'tough guy, sitting alone at a table' image.
"I guess Riley did die…" Magenta said to herself.
"You don't know that Maj. Maybe she's taking care of some business in London. Warren's back just because Principal Powers gave him one week absence," Leyla said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Yeah, but still. Isn't it odd that he's sitting alone, reading no less? Usually, Riley would sit with him and all that jazz." The bell rang signaling that lunch was over and it was time for fifth period to begin.
Later on that afternoon, Jean heard a knock at the door. I wonder who that could be…When she opened the door, Le Ange stood there with a smile.
"Gabriel? What the hell are you doing here?" Were the first words that shot out of the New Yorker's mouth.
"We need to talk."
"Yeah, we do. Come on in." Jean led her friend into the living room where they both sat on the loveseat.
"You know that Phoenix is alive, right?" the sandy blonde asked.
"Of course I knew. I was there when she woke up. Her power is unbelievable."
"Then you also know that Phoenix killed Antonio and Xavier."
"Now that I didn't know. Why?"
"Antonio called her the devil incarnate, which isn't true at all. Xavier tried to reason with him, but it was no use. The three of us walked into the room and the place was a mess. Cracked walls and ceiling, shattered windows. She talked to me; her power was way off the charts, even by my standards. She was hurt, angry, and wanted revenge. I've never even seen her this upset. When she killed her father and Xavier, she collapsed. I took her with me into my room and hid her there. Eventually, once she felt better, I booked a flight that left the same day as yours and the fire Lord, but the flight was at eight in the evening."
"So, Phoenix is here?" Gabriel nodded.
"Yes. She's safe at the hotel. It is imperative that her friends mustn't know she is alive."
"Not even the fire Lord?"
"No. No one."
"You don't understand Gabe. That 'fire Lord' is her boyfriend to some degree. He's not well. You know she swung him out of the way when she saw that icicle coming," Jean paused for a brief moment, "but tell her that she can come back home and sleep here; she won't go back to school. She can't. Unless Marlboro has one of his younger henchmen call her out for a street fight that would cause both of us to crash through the cafeteria windows…I said too much."
"You just had a vision, didn't you?" Jean nodded. Gabriel stood up as he made his exit, leaving Jean alone again. Around eleven thirty that night, Jean opened the door once more and this time, Phoenix Arielle stood there, suitcase and all. The two girls quickly ran up the stairs where they planned the next battle that would come to pass sooner or later.