Sorry about the short chapter, I've been a bit under the weather. So also forgive any amout of crappyness this chapter is, it really... my head hurts. I don't even know how good it is, it probably sucks.

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Chapter 14: She'd flip if we told her

Claire sets the bag of scones she bought on the counter, Mom and Strickler stand in the doorway with their jaws to the floor.

"Jim, you didn't eat today, did you?" Claire asks me.

I shake my head, "No, but I need to give you a bath so I'll eat later."

"Jim…"

"Claire." I smile, I walk up to her and ignore the fact that adults are present. "I'm not hungry right now. I'm tired. But I'll be fine."

Her face softens, "Fine."

"Merlin did this?" Mom gasps.

"Surprising isn't it?" Claire says.

"Indeed."

"The bathroom works, feel free to use the towels under the sink. You can use Claire's and my sleeping bags. I'll get them from the bedroom in a bit. You already had dinner," I pause to think if there's anything else they should know. "Stay out of Claire's and my bedroom."

"Really Jim, the bedroom?" Mom says, placing her hands on her hips.

"Hey, this is my house," I say. Pointing to the ground I narrow my eyes.

"This is a cave Jim." Mom says with a flat expression.

"Nonetheless, and I do recommend you stay out of his room. This is his territory, but you do not ever, enter a troll's personal territory uninvited." Strickler states.

"Jim," Claire walks up to me. "I'm going to have a shower. Than you can bathe me." She says without bashfulness before walking into the bathroom with her pajamas.

"I'm sorry what?!" mom gasps.

"Oh chill mom, we're 16. If we haven't done anything yet. We won't until we're married." I moan, an invisible blush on my cheeks.

"Jim, your house is a mess." Strickler observes.

"We don't have any furniture, what do you expect?"

"For your cloths to be at least folded." Mom says.

I tug off my shirt and toss it in my pile, "Yeah, that's not the system."

I wonder into my room and grab the sleeping bags, rolling my eyes as I listen to mom's nagging.

"Jim, you used to be so neat. Now you're just throwing laundry around? At least there aren't dishes in the sink… Do you even have dishes?"

I come out glaring, "Mom, you gave me a thousand dollars, of course we have dishes. Claire and I each put half into savings. And we're using what we have left for food."

"A responsible decision." Strickler says, "however, your meals tend to be a bit more expensive."

I run a hand up my horn, "Yeah, I need to eat less."

"Or learn to hunt." He provides.

I stare at him for a good minute, "I'm sure if I need to, I'll learn by instinct." I go back into the bedroom and come out with a king size comforter. I lay it out and make it into a small nest so I can give Claire her bath when she's done with her shower.

Mom presses her lips, "Jim, what's happened to you?"

I turn to her, I'm crouched down. I use my hands to gesture to my entire body frantically, "I got turned into a troll."

"Jim, you aren't even wearing a shirt." She states more firmly.

"Yeah, because I don't want to." I scoff.

Claire comes out of the shower, in her pajamas. Her fresh scent filling the air. "Jim, catch me." She smiles as she runs and jumps into my arms.

I catch her and spin her around as I bury my nose in her hair, "No soap?"

"You said it was bugging your tongue, besides, you clean it so much better." she smiles in my arms.

I move to the blanket and she leans against my bare chest as I start purring and licking her hair clean.

My mom stares in horror.

"One of you two might want to explain your relationship to your mother." Strickler drawls, pulling out the sleeping bag to sit on. "Jim, you told me you didn't want me telling her. But since we're here, you might want to."

I glare at the adults while dragging my tongue along Claire's hair. "Busy."

Claire nuzzles my chest and sighs, "Can't it wait? Go eat some scones or see why Blinkey's being unreasonable."

My purr changes to a growl at his name, Claire lifts her head and pushes her head against my chin. "Or you can wait while I give her, her bath." I glower.

I nuzzle Claire's face and lick one of her lips before I return to purring and cleaning her.

Mom sits next to strickler and they face the wall while I 'bathe' Claire, she glances back at us every few minutes with the same weirded out look on her face. I'm finishing around the back of her neck and cleaning the sweat from her hairline on her forehead when mom walks up.

I move behind Claire's ear, and she giggles at the sensation.

I moan at my mom as a question, she only looks confused.

"He asked 'what'?" Claire says.

"You going to explain? Walter won't tell me."

I give a small laugh and clean behind Claire's other ear.

"Good, it's not his business." She replies.

I continue licking Claire's face and purring, even if her bath is finished.

"What the heck is going on then? You've been bathing her for the past hour and a half."

I pull my tongue once across her upper lip and Claire tries to follow my tongue, but I sigh and pull away. "My relationship with Claire is none of your business, mom."

I don't think I've ever seen her expression change so fast. Her face turns an angry red and her hands rest on her hips. "Excuse me?!" She yells.

Claire smirks up at me, "Jim…" she says with a small laugh.

"Yes?" I glance down to Claire.

"What do you mean it's none of my business?" Mom shouts again.

I purposely put on a contemplative look, "Well, it's something I don't feel you need to know about at this time. And It's personal, between Claire and I. Also, I don't think you would entirely understand." I raise my eyebrow, starting down her furious gaze.

This glare used to scare me, but I've faced the most terrifying things in existence. This doesn't phase me one bit.

Claire sits up in my lap and rests a hand on my shoulder. "Jim, don't you think she should know? I mean, it doesn't bug me," She says softly.

"I know, but I don't think she's ready. And I don't really want her to know right now." I say, switching my softened gaze to her halfway through my statement.

I feel my mom's glare intensify on me.

"Alright well, try not to melt each other with your glares'," Claire smiles at me before standing. She wanders over to the kitchen to the bag of scones as my mom continues to glare at me.

I give her an innocent smile and tilt my head like a puppy.

"Jim, I'm your mother. Talk to me." She pleads, her eyes softening.

Strickler joins Claire in the kitchen eating scones.

"Hi mom," I say and stifle a laugh.

She smiles and sighs, shaking her head. "You're a smart Alec," mom rolls her eyes.

I get to my feet and make my way to the kitchen, I hold a scone out to my mom and take one for myself. "I know, but a cute one. No?"

"Amanda and Maggie said that," Claire says after finishing her scone. "And I told them 'hot' was a better word. Or maybe handsome." Then gains a thoughtful look. "Swol could work."

I laugh at my mate's playful banter, "Have they commented on how soft your hair is?"

"No, it's not like we've had a sleepover," She says.

"Who is Amanda and Maggie?" Mom asks.

"Two of our friends," I pause in though for a sec, "I think."

"What do you mean you think?" Strickler finally speaks up.

"They did something… intrusive, earlier today." I sigh.

"They're just curious," Claire sighs poking at the empty scone bag.

"About?" Mom and Strickler as simultaneously.

I move to Claire's side around the counter, "A lot… Why don't I explain what happened the first week we were here."

"That might be a good idea," Strickler says.

Claire scoots closer to me and presses against me as I put my arm around her shoulder.

"Alright so I was getting some food for the trolls… Then Randy Cross comes at me and I catch his punch… It was a stalkling… So we had to bring Justin back here… Come to find out he's a loudmouth… We get to school and apparently I'm a 'celebrity'... There was this thing with a kid named Drake."

"I kicked him in the gronk nucks," Claire adds with an evil grin. I can't help but laugh a little at her troll like behavior for revenge.

"...And we're new so of course they're asking questions, and what the biggest problem is, I can barely keep myself in check. I'm growling and snarling all over the place. The lack of sleep is getting to me and it's making me more irritable."

"Our friends are getting more and more curious," Claire states, "why we moved here, where we live, where our parents are…"

"Why such a scrawny kid can beat up an old boxing champion, or why he bested everybody in the preliminary physical testing by a long shot, and how come he's making all these crazy sounds that aren't humanly possible." I sigh and drop my head on the counter, letting my arms dangle at my sides.

Claire giggles a bit, she runs her fingers through the scruff on the back of my neck than up my horn, "Babe, it's fine. We'll figure out how to get through all this."

"Well, now I understand how things got out. And while it was not necessarily your fault, it could have been handled better," Strickler says.

"We know," Claire says.

"We will do better next time," I mutter with my face smashed into the counter, I lift my head. "But it's harder when people are looking into things, or when they want to know these secrets."

"I think you might have scared them out of it today." Claire sighs.

I drop my head on the counter again, making an apparent thud.

"What happened today?" Mom asks, her position becoming more comfortable in leaning against the counter with her arms folded.

"We stormed out of the lunchroom after getting attacked with questions, they followed us to the library. They were trying to get Justin to talk. I might of threatened to kidnap Justin, and told them that just knowing the name of my 'race' was dangerous," I let out a long tired sigh.

Claire gave a small laugh, we all look at her with confused expressions. "Sorry, it's just… I think Kyle might have wet himself a bit."

I echo her laugh. "He definitely did," I state.

"I have a question," mom says.

"Yeah?" Claire and I ask.

"Mr. Werber? What's with him? He doesn't seem like any teacher I've met… ever."

Claire and I smile and nod, "He's very different. He's fun, and understanding… he 'I.D.G.A.S.' about what the administration thinks. He actually listens to us and he understands that school and life is hard. He doesn't pry, but let's us know that he's there for us for whatever we need. He notices things that other teachers don't," Claire says.

"He just seems to… get us." I shrug, contemplating the advantage he gives us in life and in school.

"I.D.G.A.S.?" Stricklar questions.

I smile, "He doesn't give a shit."

My mom rolls her eyes, "I'm glad to hear how well you treat Claire," she says. "I thought with how aggressive you've become, you might accidentally snap at her."

Claire shakes her head. "He treats me better than a queen," she smiles and nuzzles against my arm. I move her in front of me and nuzzle her damp hair with my nose, taking in her scent and holding both her hands.

"Good," Strickler says. "Now what's this about Blinkey and you not being on speaking terms."

"I'm not entirely sure," I state. "When Claire and I told him that we would be going to school, he went ballistic. I told him off and left, told him to come and talk with me when he could be reasonable."

"It was freaky, I've never seen him so mad." Claire says, pressing into my body as if for safety. I pull her close and wrap my arms tighter around her.

"Really? What did he say?" Mom asks.

"He was going on about my trollhunter duties and getting NTM on it's feet. Said it would be a waste of time," I say.

Strickler hums in thought and paces a few steps. "I see no reason for him to have 'gone ballistic'. Sounds like he just overreacted. He probably had a plan set in his mind and you disrupted it."

"Yeah, well. Until he comes and apologizes I'm not talking to him," I press my lips to the top of Claire's head and huff.

Both adults glare at me, "Really Jim?" My mom asks in a deadpan tone.

"Really." I return in the same tone.

"So, what have you been telling people when they ask questions?" Strickler asks.

"We normally try to avoid questions and just say it's personal and none of their business," Claire states.

"It works with everyone except Alex, Kyle, Maggie, and Amanda." I pinch the bridge of my nose, "as much as I feel they should apologize, I need to apologize to them too." I look down at Claire.

She cranes her neck backward to look at me too. "Yeah, but wait till they apologize first."

I nod and lick her forehead.

Mom looks at me weird again, I roll my eyes and ignore her.

Strickler takes a breath, "Why don't we go over a tale to deter people from asking questions. You've already declared you are of a different 'race'." He pinches the bridge of his nose, "at least you didn't say speci."

"I have some self restraint," I scoff.

"Why don't you tell them this…"