A/N: Sorry for the inactivity, will be weekly I promise 3
Alexa POV
Great, now I felt bad. This was really hard for Jack. I did wonder how long the police questioned him, though I didn't dare ask, there was 2 murders and 3 thefts under the name Helena Marcus, but what could I do? Okay, so the thefts weren't all me. Only one was, the other 2 were Zach. And both the murders weren't even us, they were the Circle of Cavan, that was a few days. Which is a long story that I might get into at a later point. But for now, I still felt a little self-conscious. Looking around at people, checking if they knew me, knew any of us. But no one looked at us more than once. I spotted a few possible tails, but I was just being paranoid.
Jack took us through the village, down past the High School we had been to - Caster Academy For The Gifted - and down into the streets of houses. I know how that school sound, stuck up and posh, but that was just the name. It was really a school for the troubled, my foster parents at the time had sent me there after they found me washing blood off my school uniform and I had to tell them I got into a fight, most of it was my own. This was also in that busy few days I mentioned earlier. Jack had been sent to the school for hacking, and downloading illegal data, mostly blueprints. I often thought Blackthorne could use a guy like him, he would have been a good spy.
"How long?" Seth broke the silence that had been going since we started walking. He looked behind us, checking to see if we had a tail, then looked at me. I almost laughed, was he asking? I shook my head and he relaxed.
"Just down here." Jack gestured towards the road sign, Millberry Avenue.
"We're going to your house?" I grinned. "Very secretive." He glared at me, but I couldn't help but laugh. Jack's house wasn't the place I'd have guessed, with his little sister, who would be 3 by now, and his bubbly cheery parents. They had always made me feel like a chubby little 7-year-old, I know it sound wierd. His mum, Molly, was always baking cakes and brownies of different kinds, she was a chef at the local restaurant. She was always wearing flowery dresses and happy aprons.
Then there was his dad, Oliver, a therapist, who loved to try and work out why you were in the mood you were, which was annoying and always made me nervous. They were like the little happy family, Molly, Oliver, Penny (his sister) and then there was Jack.
"You got anywhere else to go?" He raised one eyebrow, I wished I could do that. I shrugged.
"The den?" I suggested, Bex looked at me.
"The what?" She asked, "what den?" Jack looked to me and nodded.
"The den is where we used to hang out, out the back of the old mines." He told her and Seth, then directed the next part to me. "The police found it a few weeks after you left, cleaned it out and closed it down." I frowned. The den had been a good place to go to be alone, especially when you had the worst foster parents and went to a school full of jerks and trouble makers. Also a lot of bullies, being a parentless child didn't go down so well with the other students.
"Fine, your place it is." I shrugged and we carried on walking in silence. I could see Seth staring at Jack, like he was prepared for him to attack, or call the police. Bex was walking just in front of me, scanning the road and messing with the sleeves on her black and red shirt. They were both nervous.
Jack turned a corner and into the driveway of number 13 - unlucky right - and towards the fence that lead into the back garden. "Why don't we just use the door?" Bex asked, he opened the gate.
"Because my parents think I'm at school." He said it so casually it was like he did this a lot, which I guessed he might well do. Seth went first, then Bex, then me, and Jack locked it behind us. The garden was nice, perfectly trimmed hedges, neatly cut lawn, pretty colourful flower beds, even the apple tree on next to the house was all even. But Jack didn't care, he walked over to the tree and grabbed the closest branch.
"We're climbing?" Seth asked, looking up at Jack's bedroom window. Jack didn't answer, he just started to climb, slowly. He may do this often, but he was no spy. I found another slightly higher branch and jumped up to it, pulling Bex with me. The I swung my arm out the next one, getting a face full of leaves and an apple to the shoulder. Taking a branch at a time, finding my footing, I easily caught up to Jack, who was struggling to keep balance. "Move your right foot up a bit." I told him, finding a foot hold of my own and pushing up to a this branch of apples. He grumble something and did as I said, now he could reach the window. He slowly lifted it up, careful not to slip back to the ground.
"Are you sure you don't need our help?" Asked Seth smirking, he moved to the same branch as me and dropped down to Jack, catching him just as he long his grip on the window. Then he pushed him inside with a thump.
"You didn't have to do that." I said, quickly sliding into the room, he only grinned as he came in. Bex shut it behind us.