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Chapter 27

"Qrow." Ozpin inclined his head. "Thank you for coming."

It was such an Ozpin thing to thank him for something so small, especially when he'd already given him such a big favour. The man was polite to a fault, sometimes too much so. "It's fine. Thank you for agreeing to let him stay. I know it's not how things are done."

"We already have numerous rooms set up for transfers, so it wasn't much of a problem. How is he?"

"Shaken." Qrow pulled out a seat and sat, nodding once to Glynda in greeting and shaking his head when she offered him a mug of coffee. He couldn't stand the stuff. "About what you'd expect. Woke up in a panic this morning because hee didn't recognise where he was, but he calmed down after a minute or two. I left him in the shower with instructions on how to find the cafeteria."

"I would have personally suggested you let him eat alone. I doubt he will want to be surrounded by people right now."

Shit. That was a good point. Qrow looked back over his shoulder nervously.

"I'm sure it's fine." Ozpin said. "What's done is done. I did not ask last night because I understood that haste was necessary, but I would like some information from you on what took place."

"Right. Sure." Technically speaking – legally speaking – Ozpin had no right to know, but he was letting Jaune stay at Beacon for a bit, and he deserved some answers. "I was in my apartment at the time, in my boxers in bed. First thing I heard was what I could have sworn was glass shattering. I didn't react straight away. Figured it might have been an accident on his part. Bad luck. It wasn't until I heard a gun go off that I knew something was wrong, then another shot and shouting. I called through to ask if he was okay – thought it might have been outside and just loud – and he yelled back for me to help him. I smashed his door down and came through in time to see someone choking him. Next second, probably right as I was coming through, Jaune drives a knife through the man's neck. He claims it was the intruder's own weapon. Or one of them."

Qrow fished out his hip flask and had a swig to calm himself down. Thwarting a murder and looking after your near-catatonic neighbour had done wonders for eradicating any trace of a hangover, but now he wanted to get back into the groove so he could stop shaking.

"Are you okay, Qrow?" Glynda asked. "You seem unusually tense."

"I'm pissed off is all. Annoyed at myself. Could have been quicker. Should have been. Now he's had to kill someone in self-defence and it's my fault. Or not my fault," he said when Glynda made to counter him. "I know it's not, but you know how it is."

"It's easy to blame yourself for not being fast enough." Ozpin agreed. "I've done it much myself. Mr Arc is alive, which is all anyone can hope for given the circumstances. It appears he defended himself prior to your arrival as well."

"He's in training to come here." Qrow said. "Plans to become a student next year. Said he wanted to this year but decided to take a year off to brush up and make sure he's at his best."

"Admirable-" Glynda began.

"He applied for this year," Ozpin interrupted, shocking them to silence. "His application was rejected."

Qrow didn't know what to say. Something unpleasant rolled in his gut. "He was lying…?"

"Not maliciously, I'm sure," Ozpin said. "The young man is undoubtedly embarrassed that he didn't make the cut. Would you want to admit to that?"

The worry lessened somewhat, and he felt a flash of pity for the boy. He'd never mentioned applying, but the sudden desire to study and train harder, not to mention coming to Vale for the year… well, it all made a lot more sense now, didn't it? The little white lie wasn't unacceptable either.

"Was he not good enough?" Qrow asked.

"His transcripts were fine. In truth, he wasn't the problem. This year's crop was. We had so many exceptional applications this year – Pyrrha Nikos, Weiss Schnee, your own nieces. It's no exaggeration to say this is the best year group in terms of potential since your own. Mr Arc suffered because of that, where he would have otherwise been accepted with his records. In truth," Ozpin admitted, "I expected him to be picked up by Atlas or Mistral. It was only Beacon that couldn't take him. His second or third choice would have eagerly stepped in."

"Maybe he had his heart set here."

"Perhaps. If so, I will be sure to entertain his application next year. If he can fend off an attacker in his own home, I dare say he must have some skill. Back to that," Ozpin said. "Do you think this related to our own problems? Could the attack have been aimed not at Mr Arc, but at you? Taking control of the room next to your own could be a targeted attack."

"Nah. It's Jaune. The guy who did it tried to knife him a night or two back where he works. I don't think this is her work. More some asshole trying to get his own back."

"Then let us hope it is done with. I'm content to let Mr Arc stay for a week until this is over. While I would like to extend that, I'm not sure I will be able to with the Vytal Festival coming. We'll be pressed for rooms soon enough."

"I'll talk with the police." Qrow said. "With any luck, this was just a freak incident anyway. Not that the guy is dead, he isn't going to come back to try and finish the job."

"Speaking of the police. Has there been any progress with Mrs Scarlatina's case?"

Qrow let out a long and irritated sigh.

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"Shit." Melanie summarised his thoughts perfectly in that one word. She looked tired over the scroll, her black hair frizzy and eyes initially lidded, at least until he told her where he was and what had happened. Now, they were wide and alert. "Shit," she said again, gathering her thoughts. "Are you okay?"

The concern meant more than he thought it would. Jaune smiled weakly back. "I'm alive. More than can be said for… well…"

"You did well. May not feel like it, but you're alive and he's not. Best you can hope for." Melanie sighed. "I know that won't help any. Words didn't when I took my first life. Just know I'd do more if I could, okay?"

Funnily enough, that did help. Not the words, but the honest sentiment behind them. The fact that Melanie cared enough to put in the effort, even if that effort wouldn't actually make him feel better. It showed that she cared, and right now he would cling onto anything.

"Thank you. I… I had to tell the police it was the same guy from before. They're going to visit the Club and ask questions." He winced. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight and even if I was, I'm not sure what else I could have said."

"Don't worry about it. The whole point of the club is to be a legal-facing business. We're happy to entertain the police. We keep records and do everything by the book. At least that's as much as they'll be able to find there. We'll toss them the CCTV of that guy attacking you and give statements. That'll be enough to get you off any hooks. We can provide lawyers too, but I doubt you'll need it. No one is going to try and press charges over a clear case of self-defence."

Qrow had said as much, but it was a relief to have Melanie echo the thoughts. It wasn't that he had any bad experience with the police or that they had a particularly bad reputation in Vale, but with how much they could find on him, he didn't want to take the risk.

"I'm in Beacon for now. They've said I can still attend work when you need me to. Do you want me over today?"

"No. Take a day off. I'm going to talk to some moles we have in the force. Try and find out any evidence they found on this man of yours. A clumsy attack in the club is one thing, but sneaking into your home? It's personal now. Someone definitely sent him."

"He said something at the end." Jaune recalled. "It was: no one said he had aura. Those were his final words."

"So, someone sent him. Someone who didn't do their research." Melanie scoffed. "Of course you'd have aura. Even the chumpiest chump would have it unlocked if he was in a position like yours. We'd make sure of it. Anyone with a brain would know that, which is making me think it is Kane and his sorry lot of drug-fuelled idiots. We'll look into it," she promised. "You take some time off. Stay at Beacon, too. It'll be safer."

Not like he'd planned to go anywhere else. Jaune said his goodbyes and hung up, collapsing back onto one of the four beds and taking a deep breath. Qrow's equipment sat beside the one at the back, the huntsman having stayed in the room either for Jaune's protection or, and more likely, to offer some comfort in company. He appreciated that, even if sharing a room with a man twice or more your age might have seemed odd to anyone else.

So, this is a Beacon dorm. It's small…

Bigger than his apartment, but smaller if one imagined four people having to live in it. It was really just the bedroom and a bathroom, with four cramped desks opposite each bed and a single window. He'd imagined something more grandiose, more fitting of Beacon's stunning architecture and reputation. Then again, there were hundreds of rooms like this, so they must have gone for quantity over quality.

Dove and his team share a room like this. It must be cramped. I wonder if they have to fight for the shower or if some of them give up and use the communal ones. He glanced out the window, over the rolling hardens, tall spires and the green forest beyond. The view is a lot nicer than mine at least.

Jaune's stomach growled. He did his best to ignore it. While Qrow's instructions on how to find the cafeteria weren't too hard to follow, he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with people right now. Certainly not worried friends like Dove, Team CRDL or even Ruby. It was less that he was afraid or stressed, and more that he didn't want to have to recount the story ten times over. It was just too much like hard work and he'd barely gotten a decent night's sleep as it was.

No nightmares. No trauma. Just adrenaline helpfully telling his mind it could give up on any hope of rest. His eyes were dark and ringed, his thoughts groggy. It was nine in the morning and that just wasn't a time he was used to being awake with his ungodly hours. If he physically could have, he would have rolled over and gone back to sleep. The shower hadn't helped much either.

Was it the exhaustion that shielded him from feeling bad about killing that man? He wasn't sure, and that bothered him. In everything he'd heard about killing, which was admittedly limited to TV, books and comics, he'd heard that the first time was supposed to be horrible. Sickening. Traumatic.

And it was! He felt awful – but not awful for the fact he'd robbed a man of his life. No. He felt awful because of the fear, the lack of sleep and the paranoia over the police finding some evidence of his wrongdoings. He also felt a simmering fury towards whomever had sent the guy after him. No pity for the man in question. No guilt for what he had done.

If anything, it felt good.

That bothered him.

Not good in that he wanted to go out and kill more people thankfully, but more in a vindictive sense of having pulled it off in the first place. Someone had tried to murder him, and he'd murdered them back. That… felt good. Satisfying. It felt almost as good as the first time walking into the apartment he'd earned, or his first night working behind the bar when Hei told him he'd done a good job.

Except this is me killing someone, Jaune thought. And I really shouldn't be proud of having done it. Am I a monster? I don't feel like a monster. It's not like I want to go do it again.

It was too complicated and he let it go, convincing himself there wouldn't be any resolution while he felt so tired. Honestly, it was probably his jitters making him immune to it all in the first place. Maybe he'd crash in an hour or two, or tomorrow, or the day after. There was no point dwelling on something he didn't feel bad for when there was plenty to feel bad about.

Because if it happened once, it could happen again. After all, someone wanted him dead and he was still alive. Time to double down and send another person to finish the job, which meant the Xiong Clan needed to go out there and find the one responsible. This would be one of the rare occasions where he'd willingly throw himself into the Clan's criminal works if he had to.

It's got to be the Ravagers. The other gangs might have sent a bad assassin to frame them and make us go after them, but if that was the plan then they wouldn't have sent two. They'd want me to live so I could take vengeance on the Ravagers and start a gang war.

Someone wanted him dead – actually dead – and the number of people that could be really ought to have been a smaller one than it was. He'd agreed to the cartel, so everyone there didn't have reason to dislike him. They had plenty of reason to dislike the Ravagers, though.

Enough for Jaune to pull out his scroll. Every instinct in his body said he should talk to the twins or Tony first, but his blood was boiling hot enough to ignore that and push through, skimming through a contacts list bolstered by all of Tony's numerous contact numbers. It wouldn't do for the Xiong to be anything other than well-connected, would it? Finding what he was looking for, he pressed call.

The scroll rang six times.

"Hello," a lilting, Mistralian accented girl spoke up, her voice polite but not overly friendly. Not unfriendly either. Formal. "Thank you for calling the Jade Dragon. How may I help you?"

"I would like to speak with Bon-Hwa if that is possible."

"May I ask who is calling?"

"Jaune Xiong Arc, of the Xiong Clan."

It was only because he was listening for it that he heard the sharp intake of breath. When the woman spoke again, she was far more alert. "My apologies, Lord Xiong, but Lord Bon-Hwa is in an important meeting that I dare not interrupt. Might I take a message for him? I assure you it will be passed on as soon as I am able."

Lord, huh? He supposed it was no different to his gang calling him boss. Some cultural tick or idiosyncrasy of the East Dragon Company. It would pay to be polite to them.

"That is not a problem. If you could tell him that I would like to arrange a meeting, that would be enough. At his convenience, of course, and I am willing to meet in his territory if he wishes it."

"Of course. I will pass that on. Is there anything I should pass on to Lord Bon-Hwa by way of subject matter? If not, I shall inform him all the same…"

"Tell him-" That felt too informal. "Tell Lord Bon-Hwa that last we spoke, we expressed concerns that a business partner of ours might break their agreement. I have reason to believe they already have and wish to speak with him on the matter."

There. That sounded formal enough. Self-important enough. Hopefully, Bon-Hwa would get the message and want to talk with him about it. If not, well, that might imply he did have a hand in the assassin. Doubtful at this point, but still possible.

"I will speak to him within the hour and contact you with his answer, Lord Xiong. May your day be a profitable one."

"Yours as well." Jaune replied, hanging up.

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At ten, Jaune rightfully assumed almost every student in Beacon would be in their lessons. The corridors were quieter, allowing him to find the cafeteria without bumping into anyone. Unfortunately, it was closed at that point, but luckily for him, Qrow had come around to find him. It turned out that there were other ways to get food in Beacon, both from vending machines but also from a small convenience store employed to be on the school grounds itself. He'd never thought Beacon would have a shop.

"It's all but necessary," Qrow explained as they gorged on sausage rolls and other fast food. "People miss meals all the time and some like to cook for themselves. Can't make them fly out to Vale every time, can you? Plus, it has its own pharmacy. Sells condoms, too. Kinda important."

"People can't go out into Vale for those?"

"When opportunity knocks, it knocks. Trust me, the last thing you want in that situation is to not have somewhere to buy protection. And the last thing Beacon wants is its students getting pregnant and having to postpone their year or even quit entirely."

Fair enough. The shop was small and honestly looked like it sold more cheap food, snacks and sweets than anything else. Back home, their school had been small, mostly just a few classrooms, but there had been a shop nearby that the students tended to buy chocolate bars from. Given that Beacon was a boarding school, it made some sense they'd have a way for people there to buy essentials.

Imagine having to fight your way through a forest of Grimm every time you need a chocolate fix or when someone runs out of toothpaste. That'd get annoyed after a while.

"How are you feeling?" Qrow asked.

"Better." The food was helping more than he thought it would. Stodgy, calorie-rich and unhealthy as it was. He took a sip of his energy drink and welcomed the rush of caffeine.

"Still shaken?"

"A little. It's more…" He bit his lip, unsure if he wanted to go there.

"What is it? You can tell me."

"It's…" Jaune considered, he really did, but changed his mind at the last. "I'm not sure what to tell my parents," he said instead. Not a lie, but a fresh problem he hadn't even considered until now. "Or if I want to tell them at all."

"Kind of a dick move not to." Qrow pointed out.

"I know. I know. They deserve to know. It's just… I'm worried what their reactions will be. Mom is super protective and dad…"

"I've met your dad."

"You have?"

"Hmhm. Huntsmen community is small enough that you run into one another sooner or later." Qrow bit into a pastry and swallowed. "Nicholas Arc isn't someone you forget. Damn good huntsmen. Rough, though. Isn't one for wasting time. One job to the next. I've heard that's because he has an army of kids to feed. Any truth to that?"

Jaune blushed. "Seven sisters."

"Seven? Sheesh. I have one and sometimes I feel like that's torture enough. I think I'd have thrown myself off a cliff by now if I had seven, though maybe that's just me. My sister is a bitch."

"Mine are okay." It felt like he had to defend them. "And dad is fine, too. When he's around. It's not that he doesn't try, but he's always busy. He has to be to support us all. He's really supportive. They even paid my first two months of rent and refused to let me pay them back. It's just…"

"They're going to freak when they hear what happened."

Jaune winced. "Yeah. Experience?"

"My parents died when I was young." Qrow shrugged off Jaune's immediate apology. "But I have experience on the other side. Had cases where my nieces got themselves in trouble and knowing how panicked it made me feel. Best advice I can give is just to get it over with. Worst thing you can do is delay and run the risk of them finding out from someone else. And fair warning, Ozpin knows your dad, so it's entirely possible he'll tell him if you don't."

"I'll tell them tonight." After a day to gather himself and collect his thoughts.

"Your call. Ozpin has said you can stay for a week. I'm sorry we can't do more, but transfers will be coming in soon and a lot of the rooms will be taken up by teams from the other schools."

"It's fine."

"Hmm. You thinking of moving out?"

"No-" Jaune paused. Considered. They knew where he lived. He'd never be safe in that apartment building again. "Maybe. I don't know yet."

"If it's just the one guy you should be safe."

Yeah. If it was just the one guy, which it wasn't. Jaune nodded his head in agreement, even if he knew staying there wouldn't be possible anymore. That was a shame. He'd enjoyed having Qrow as a neighbour. No reason we can't stay in touch after. We're friends, aren't we? Sort of. He hoped so. They'd been out drinking and had gone through something as messed up as this. It felt like they should be friends at that point.

"I'll help out with whatever you do decide." Qrow continued. "But I have to head out into Vale today. Duty calls and all that. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine." Jaune put on a brave face and waved his hand. "Go do your job. Save people."

"Tch. Less saving and more busybody work at the moment," he grumbled. "Believe me, the job isn't always glamorous heroism. A lot of the time it's defending locations, walking around and picking up the pieces. Still." He huffed. "A job is a job and someone has to do it. Right now, I'm picking up the pieces of a fuck-up an old schoolmate of mine has gotten herself into."

"Sounds rough."

"It is. I want to slap her opinionated head around, but we're not in school anymore and that counts as assault." Qrow laughed and pushed himself off the wall. "You've got free reign of most of the school. If you want somewhere where you won't be disturbed, I suggest the library."

Was he that obvious? Or maybe Qrow was just that perceptive.

"Thanks. I'll check it out."

Beacon's library wasn't difficult to find. Most of the core parts of the school were in the central building – that included the library, school shop, teacher's offices and the corridor leading off to the cafeteria, which was its own building, but off the side of the centre. The library itself was huge, with multiple levels, tall brown bookcases and plenty of tables both in the centre with computer terminals, and smaller ones hidden in nooks and crannies for those who wanted a little peace and quiet. A faunus was working behind the desk and she didn't question him as he entered, probably assuming him a student.

In the middle of lesson time, the library was mostly empty. There were some people here and there, but none he recognised. Moving up to the second-floor balcony where it was even quieter, he slid into a chair beside a wooden pillar and picked a random book off the closest shelf. Economics. It would have probably taught him a thing or two about why the Clan priced their narcotics as they did, but he had no intent on reading and instead just opened it up on his lap and ignored it.

"Jaune…?"

Just his luck. It was hard not to sigh. He forced it back, forced it away mostly because it wasn't anyone's fault he was in a bad mood, and no one deserved his ire. The quiet, shy and almost uncertain voice made it clear even the speaker wasn't sure it was him. Not that he could blame her.

Velvet was peeking out over the top of a green book clutched in her hands. Her ears were stood up and there was a nervous energy to her, as if she expected him to shout at her. Or, and more likely, that she was worried she'd gotten it wrong, and it was someone else. He wasn't supposed to be in Beacon after all.

"Hey Velvet.

"It is you." Relief ran through her, and the book was lowered. "I was sure it was but… what are you doing here?"

The dreaded question. He really, really, didn't want to answer it, and yet there was no hope of keeping it secret. Dove would find out soon enough, and there was no way he wouldn't dig it out. Team CRDL would all want to know as well, so he might as well get some practice in.

They're friends, he reminded himself. They're asking because they are concerned. Don't snap at them just because you're stressed.

"I'm staying in Beacon for a week," he said, going for the quick and casual approach, as if it were no big deal.

"Why?"

Failure. Well, he'd tried.

"Witness protection, I guess."

Velvet's big, brown eyes grew larger still. "Witness protection!? From what?"

"Do you remember the guy who tried to knife me in the club?" Her head bobbed up and down furiously. "Well, he came for round two, breaking into my apartment with a gun."

Velvet's mouth hung open. It almost made him laugh. The completely blunt and casual way he'd said it hadn't exactly succeeded in its goal of defusing the situation, but it certainly had thrown her for six.

"W-Wait, what!?" she yelped, loud enough that they both heard the "shhh!" from the librarian downstairs. Velvet blushed and lowered her voice, if not her panic. "You were attacked? With a gun? He tried to kill you!?"

"Yep."

"W-Why?!"

"Damned if I know," he lied.

"How are you so calm?"

"Damned if I know," he repeated, unable to hide his amusement as Velvet visibly trembled. It wasn't that he was trying to be dismissive with his own safety – he was taking every precaution to stop the ones responsible – but here and now, safe in Beacon, he didn't want to deal with it. "I'm sorry. I'm kind of still messed up from it. Ask me again in a few days."

"Oh. Um. Okay. Do you mind if…?" Velvet pointed her book at the chair across from him.

"Sure."

"Thank you." She drew it out and sat down quickly. Though shorter than him, her ears made her seem inches taller. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly. "Really?"

"I think so. I'm running on next to no sleep and a whole lot of caffeine. That's probably why I'm so jumpy. The police have said it's a pretty cut and dry case. I was saved by a huntsman who arranged for me to stay here rather than at a police station while they do their investigation."

"They arrested the person responsible though, right?"

Jaune swallowed and glanced away from her worried eyes. "Y-Yeah," he lied. "They got him. He won't be a problem anymore."

"Good." Velvet smiled obliviously. "If you're staying here for a week then do you know the way around?"

"A little. I study here on weekends with Doctor Oobleck, and I know a team of first years. The huntsman who saved me downloaded a map of the school onto my scroll."

"O-Oh. Never mind." Velvet looked away, ears drooping. "Um. W-Would you like to meet my team?"

"Didn't I already meet then when they came to pick you up the first time?"

Velvet's cheeks turned a dark red at the reminder. "Properly!" she squeaked. "N-Not when I'm… ugh. I-I'm asking if you want to come over tonight and spend some time with us. I-I bet they'd like to get to know you."

"You want me to come over to your dorm?"

"Sure. We can play games and order pizza in. If you're hungry, I mean."

A night in with pizza and company. It wasn't what he'd seen himself doing on a Monday evening, least of all after an attempt on his life, but maybe it was what he needed. A chance to calm down, distract himself and have fun.

"Alright."

"Y-You don't have to if-" Velvet's ears stood up. "You said yes?"

"Yeah. I'd like that."

"You would!? I-I mean, you would!" Laughing nervously, she ran a hand through her brown hair, brushing it away from her neck. "Um. Our room is 406. D-Do you want to swap numbers in case you get lost?"

"Sure. Do you want me to add myself?"

Velvet quickly pushed her scroll across the table, and he typed his number and name in before handing it back. Her fingers worked quickly, and he received a ping from a message on his, granting him her contact details.

"Should I just come to your dorm at a certain time?"

"Seven." Velvet's scroll was covering her mouth. "I'll message you if anything changes. Yatsuhashi and Fox will like you. A-And it's never a bad idea to have more friends, especially if you're coming here next year."

"You'll still be a student next year, right?"

Velvet nodded quickly. "Yes."

"Awesome." He meant it. That would mean he'd know Team CRDL, Team RWBY and also Velvet and Coco's teams now. Attending Beacon wouldn't feel nearly so frightening with that many friends. "I'll be there tonight. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Only you." Velvet seemed to panic for some reason. "I-I mean no. You just need to come. I need to go." Hopping to her feet, she picked up her book and tucked it under her arm. "I hope things go well and I'll see you later."

"Yeah." He waved as she scurried away. "See you later." Once she was gone, he lowered his hand. "Talk about shy. Well, at least she's more willing to try and be open unlike Ruby."

Both were awkward, but Velvet was obviously trying to get out her shell. You had to admire that. Then again, it might just as easily be Coco pressuring her into it. Coco reminded him far too much of his sisters. No chill, and no concept of leaving their little brother alone.

Jaune's scroll beeped again and he checked it this time, wondering if Velvet had sent a second message or cancelled already. She hadn't. Her first message was nothing more than a "Hi" and a smiley face. The other came from an undisclosed number.

"Lord Xiong," it read. "You are hereby invited to dine with Lord Bon-Hwa of the East Dragon Company this Thursday at 20:00. The venue will be the Jade Dragon, address attached. Lord Bon-Hwa bids you warm welcomes and will be available to speak on business."

Well, that hadn't taken long.

"I am honoured to accept this invitation." Jaune typed back. "Please inform Lord Bon-Hwa that I look forward to doing business with him. Yours sincerely, Jaune Xiong Arc, of the Xiong Clan."

Melanie and Miltia might not fully approve of him arranging a meeting behind their backs, but the Ravagers were a problem that had to be dealt with. He wasn't going to sit back and wait for them to make a third attempt on his life. Speaking of, he had one more call to make. Sighing, Jaune dialled his mother, knowing a long explanation awaited him.

"Hey mom. It's me. Yeah, I'm fine." Tugging at his collar, he lowered the volume pre-emptively on his scroll. "I'm perfectly good. Is dad there? I think you'd best both be here to hear this. Aaand you might want to sit down."

Juniper gasped and fired back a quick response.

"No, mom. I've not gotten a girl pregnant. It's a little worse than that..."

Juniper has her priorities straight.

Next Chapter: 22nd July

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