Number Four, You're Up!
Later that afternoon Jean cornered Tabitha in the library. "Tabitha!" Jean hissed.
"That's my name don't wear it out," Tabitha remarked. "So what do you want Red? Fashion tips by the look of it."
"How could you do that to the poor security guard?" Jean snapped.
"Security guard?" Tabitha put on an innocent look. "What security guard?"
"The one you knocked out cold with your powers," Jean folded her arms.
"Did you go into my mind to find out that little tidbit?" Tabitha snapped.
"I didn't have to!" Jean told her. "The vending machine had your handiwork written all over it! Who else explodes vending machines around here?"
"Well I don't want to tell tales," Tabitha said. "But Ray and Jubilee have been having a little trouble lately. Go bother them will ya?"
"Tabitha because you couldn't keep your powers under control someone got hurt!" Jean snapped. "Don't you feel any remorse at all?"
"Of course I'm sorry," Tabitha snapped. "Sorry it wasn't you!"
"AGGGH" Jean snapped. Before she realized it she telekinetically shoved over the bookshelf. To her horror she heard someone moaning. They looked over and saw a security guard lying unconscious on the floor under piles of books.
"Oops," Jean gulped.
"You were saying?" Tabitha smirked.
"It was an accident!" Jean snapped.
"Maybe you should work on keeping your powers under control Red," Tabitha laughed.
"We gotta help him," She knelt down to check his pulse. Then a teacher came by.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Um…" Jean gulped.
"Don't look at us," Tabitha shrugged. "We found him like this. Right Red?"
"Uh yeah," Jean said, not wanting to look the teacher in the eye.
Soon the ambulance was making its second trip to Bayville that day. "Dorothy…" Kelly moaned to his secretary.
"Don't worry," Dorothy sighed. "I got the number on speed-dial."