Chapter 2
(doink doink)
Fin and John reached the high school and saw a tall blonde who looked like she was in her early 20s running around the track and John nodded after looking down at the picture.
"Hey you!" John called after her. She looked at them and ran up to them.
"You need help finding the principles office of something, sirs?" she asked.
"No. What's your name?" he asked.
"Jessica Davis." Jessica replied.
Fin showed her the picture, shocked that she was that young but looked much older.
"Do you know where these other kids are at this moment?" he asked.
"Yeah, they're at this school. Chris, the one at the bottom of the picture with me and my two girlfriends is in his Politics class. Brenton, the one holding the bottle over my two friends, he's at hockey practice. Isaiah, is in Chemistry. Naya is in Italian class… but Skylar… she hasn't been in school for days… I don't know where she is." Jessica told them, looking about to cry as her eyes lingered on the red head. She shook her head. "Why? Are they in trouble? Because they haven't done anything. They would've told me, and if they couldn't have because I'd know and I would've stopped them before they did. I tried to make them be good, I swear" she rambled.
"No, they're not in trouble. We just need to talk to them. You included." Fin said. "Can you show us where the classrooms are?" he asked.
"Can you give me 5 minutes? I have to change back into my school clothes. School rule, I'm not allowed to wear my track uniform inside the school unless it's a track meeting. If I do go in, wearing my track uniform, I'll get Central Detention for two weeks and then I can't compete." She explained.
"We'll wait for you. 5 minutes and we're gone." Fin said.
"Okay then. 5 minutes start now." She said before running off.
And true to her word, less than 5 minutes she returned.
"I'm not like other girls who take hours getting dressed." Jessica smirked before bringing them into the school.
"Does your friend Skylar have a Golden Lab?" John asked.
"Simon you mean? Yeah, she can't leave home out him. She needs him to watch her and make sure she doesn't kill herself while walking to school." Jessica replied. They reached a classroom.
"Which class is this and who are we looking for in here?" Fin asked.
"this is Italian class, and we're here for Naya Justice." Jessica replied. "Do either of you two know how to speak Italian? That's all the Italian teacher speaks." She said, smiling apologetically.
"Not a word. Do you speak it?" John asked.
"Luckily for you." She smiled as she knocked on the door. They heard a bunch of come ins from students and she opened the door and they went in. She looked at the Italian teacher, a woman. "Lo scusate, potete scusare la giustizia di Naya da codice categoria? Questi due uomini desiderano parlare lei(Excuse me, can you excuse Naya Justice from class? These two men want to speak to her.)" Jessica asked her politely.
She nodded.
"Si(yes)." She replied, smiling at her.
A pretty black girl with permed hair, hooped earrings, a belly button shirt with a black hoody jacket, a pair of tight jeans and silver high heels, packed up her bags and waved to the teacher and walked over to Jessica.
"Che cosa i idiots hanno fatto questo volta?(What did the idiots do this time?)" Naya asked.
"niente ancora." Jessica replied.
"You wouldn't happen to be talking about us would you? Because I heard the word idiots." Fin asked.
"No. Our friends are the idiots." Naya replied.
"You sure you're 13?" John asked.
"Nope. I'm 14, turning 15 in November." Naya told him.
"Where to now?" Fin asked.
"Chem. Lab." Jessica smiled.
"Isaiah's in Chemistry isn't he?" Naya asked.
"Uh-huh." Jessica replied.
"Who else do you need to find?" Naya asked.
"Chris and Brent." Jessica said.
"Want me to go get them?" Naya asked.
"Sure. I'll come with you." Fin said.
"Whatever." Naya shrugged as they departed at the end of the hallway. Naya didn't care that Fin was with her.
"Does your mother know you dress like that?" Fin asked.
"My mother doesn't give a shit what a dress like." Naya snapped. "Who the hell are you anyways? And why do you want to talk to me, Jessie, Chris, Isaiah, and Brent anyways?" she asked.
"I'm Detective Odafin Tutuola. And we need to talk to you about your friend Ms. Winters." He replied. "and language." He said.
"Which one? I speak Italian and Japanese too." She smirked.
"I hope someone locks you up some day." Fin said, shaking his head.
"And, Jessie will make sure I don't get locked up." Naya shrugged.
They stayed quiet as they walked and Naya looked at him and bit her lip.
"What?" Fin asked, noticing her staring.
"I don't know why, but you seem familiar… As though I've seen you before." She said.
"Have you lived with someone using drugs?" Fin asked.
Naya nodded.
"Then I probably arrested them." He said.
"Oh well. It'll come back to me sometime." She shrugged. They reached a class room and she opened the door without knocking. "Mrs. Sevetello? Can you excuse Christopher Paul from class today? Two gentlemen want to speak to him." she said.
"Alright. Mr. Paul, don't forget since you're changing your schedule, I want to see you Thursday after school." She said.
A short boy with black hair, brown eyes with tan skin and half his face was bruised badly grabbed his rolled up posters and grabbed his bag and left the room.
"Tell me you didn't get caught sleeping in class." Naya pleaded.
"Nope. Chewing gum." Chris replied.
"Again? If you get caught for something, can't it at least be something good so you can't, at least, get in trouble with your Step-Dad when he finds out?" Naya asked. Chris shuddered at the mention of his step father.
"Please, I was having a good day until the beginning of Politics. Now that I'm out of class, I don't need you to ruin my day by mentioning him." he whined.
"Fine, fine. I won't mention him again you little midget." Naya said, ruffling his hair.
"Not like your Mom's any better." Chris snapped.
"At least she's afraid to lay a hand on me." Naya snapped back.
"Well Anthony doesn't lay a hand on me either." He replied.
"Oh yeah, and it's perfectly fine to kick your step-son in the head?" Naya asked, rolling her eyes.
Chris went quiet and began to walk ahead of them.
"You know, you don't have to be a bitch all the time Naya." Chris mumbled.
"You don't have to get caught chewing gum in school all the time. You can hide it under your tongue or you can swallow it before your teacher finds out." Naya said as Chris began walking backwards to see her and talk to her at the same time.
"If I talk the teacher would know that I have gum in my mouth under my tongue. And I can't swallow gum, you know I have problems with that." Chris said.
"You're more pathetic than Skylar, and she's blind." Naya said.
"Least she can dress herself and she's blind." Chris smirked.
"Shut up." Naya frowned. They reached the room labeled Ice Rink and went in.
John, Isaiah, and Jessica were already there with Brenton. John was talking on his cell phone.
"What's up?" Fin asked.
"Cragen wants us to bring them down to the station." John replied.
"If it's about Mrs. Rosetti's car, I didn't do it!" Brenton said.
"You parked Mrs. Rosetti's car in the classroom again?" Chris asked him shocked. "I thought you learned after the third time!"
"No! I didn't park her car in the classroom again." Brenton replied.
"It's not about your teacher's car. It's about your friend, Ms. Winters." John said.
"Oh." The three boys said.
