On with the rewrite!
Disclaimer: I own Jendayi, Jamila and the plot. By the way, Kurt and Amanda are not dating in this story. Got a better plan in store for him. (Maniacal laughter)
Chapter Summary: We continue where the prologue let off. What's the deal, and will the twins give up everything they love to move to a strange new place? And just who is the twins' father?
Chapter 1-Who's the Father?
Previously...
"Ain't this a nice lil family reunion?"
Evan looked dumbstruck. "Auntie O…"
"Yes Evan, they are in fact my daughters." Ororo said softly, sitting down on the couch gracefully.
"What, how, when?" Evan stuttered.
"You wanna spill, or should we?" Jamila asked frankly. When Ororo did not reply, Jendayi launched into the explanation.
"Ororo and Sabretooth were lovers a long time ago. When their relationship ended, Ororo turned to Logan the next day. Things got out of hand, they had sex, and now we don't know who our father is."
"How do you know that?" Ororo asked quietly.
"One of our friends can read the past of people. She told us."
Evan's jaw was in an uncomfortable position, and Jamila took the liberty of closing it for him. Evan rubbed his jaw. "So, what are your powers?"
"Wait one minute." The twins disappeared, leaving Evan as confused as ever, and Ororo slightly pale. When the twins returned, they had whiskers, cat ears, cat eyes, and tails. Jendayi had black ears and tail, and dull green-gold eyes. Jamila's eyes were golden brown, and her ears and tail were tawny-colored. In the dim lamplight, both girls' pupils were elliptically shaped.
"We're part feline, and Jamila can control ice, while Ah can control fire." Jendayi explained.
"So you're my cousins?" Evan asked.
"Looks like it." Jendayi replied, tilting her head. She gasped as Evan swept her and Jamila up in a huge hug.
"Cool!" He set both girls down and the trio scrutinized each other intensely. Jamila and Jendayi, if you overlooked the mutations, were startlingly good-looking. Both had Ororo's nicely structured face, and slender curves. Their skin was a perfect blend of Ororo's cocoa brown and someone's white. Jamila was the gentler looking of the two, with her kind almond shaped eyes and soft smile. Her hair was in a layered shoulder-length flip, streaked with blonde. Jendayi had a more rebellious look about her, with her mischievous almond-shaped eyes, and wild grin. Her hair was waist length, and streaked with midnight blue. Their mutations added to their allure and beauty, enough to up them from 'good-looking' to 'exotic'.
"Are you going to stay at the Institute?" Evan asked.
Jendayi raised an eyebrow and turned to Ororo. "Are we?"
"Yes. I would like the opportunity to be a mother to you both. That is, if you are willing to give me the chance." Ororo said quietly, looking down at her hands.
"You mean it?" Jamila asked, watching her warily.
"Yes, I do. I gave you up, and now that the Goddess has blessed me with a second chance, I should not turn away."
Jendayi and Jamila exchanged looks, carrying on a conversation sans words.
Well?
We could use the training, plus this is probably the only way we'd ever get out…
So we should do it?
Yeah. I think she's trustworthy.
Jamila turned to her birth mother. "Okay, we'll come."
Ororo smiled and nodded. Jendayi and Jamila returned the smile. Jendayi narrowed her eyes slightly and sniffed the air. Without warning, she lunged at Ororo. Jamila knocked Evan down, and pulled Ororo to the floor. Squealing tires and shots could be heard. Jendayi was on top of Ororo, shielding her from the bullets and debris.
As suddenly as the shots began, they stopped. A tall, strong looking older woman made her way down the stairs, pistol in hand. "What the hell?" She fired several shots out the window. Jendayi the human rolled away from her mother and became Jendayi the panther. Jamila followed suit, and they rushed out the door and down the street. Madea stopped Ororo and Evan when they tried to follow suit. "Leave them be. There's no talkin to either one of them like this. You must be the girls' mother. Ah'm Madea, their adopted grandma." Madea began to straighten up, and Ororo and Evan bent to help.
"Are we to wait for them to return?" Ororo asked.
"Yes. They should be back soon, just leave the door open." True to her word, Jendayi and Jamila came stalking back in, both having traded their feline forms for human ones. Jendayi's hands were encased in fire from her anger, and she looked almost ready to explode. "Jendayi Kerry, you had better put that away fore you set something afire again!"
Jendayi willed the fire away through a supreme effort. "Sorry Madea."
"Chill, Jen. Everyone's fine, and they didn't even get anyone," Jamila said, stooping to pick up some of the larger shards of glass.
"How could those red-wearin' BITCHES even fuckin' THINK about disrespectin' our territory like that?" Jendayi shrieked. Madea threw her a pointed look, which Jendayi ignored.
"Jendayi, you will stop that this instant!" Ororo said sternly.
Jendayi turned to her mother with an angry snarl. Ororo's eyes turned white in light of the challenge. With a growl, Jendayi backed down and averted her eyes. "Sorry Ororo."
"You may refer to me as 'Mom' if you wish." Ororo said quietly.
Jamila froze. "Do you mean it?"
Ororo smiled and nodded. Jamila and Jendayi formed ear-to-ear grins, showing their pointed canine teeth.
"We're leaving tonight, Madea. Will you be okay?"
"Baby, Ah got mah burner, Ah'll be just fine."
Jamila smiled before growing solemn. "What about..."
Jendayi sighed deeply. "No one has the guts or the stupidity to mess with Madea. We had just better hope they don't find us."
Jamila shuddered. "Ah hope not. Let's go pack." The cat-twins ran upstairs and were back lugging decent- sized suitcases. Jamila and Jendayi hugged their grandma good bye and they left for the airport.
Ororo picked up a payphone. "Professor, we are on our way, with the twins."
"Already?"
"Yes, it was easier than I had anticipated."
"Very well then. Your tickets and everything else should be in order. Good-bye and safe trip."
Ororo hung up and turned to the teenaged trio. "He has already arranged for our tickets and everything else." The unusual quartet left for the baggage claim, and were on a plane within the hour. They had window seats on the plane, Ororo and Jendayi on one side, with Evan and Jamila facing them. Ororo was seated just behind Evan.
"We've nevah been outside Georgia before." Jendayi said quietly, resting her chin in her hand to get a better view of the night sky.
"Before coming here, I had only memories of Africa, the land of my mother's people."
Jendayi turned to Ororo and leaned forward expectantly. "What's this Institute like? Who all lives there, and what do y'all do?"
"Everyone that lives at the Institute is a mutant, and we all do our best to fight for equality. Your mutation will not be looked upon as a curse, but a gift."
Jendayi's fake-brown eyes looked doubtful. "Are you sure?"
"Positive." Ororo smiled encouragingly.
Jendayi, after some hesitation, smiled back before returning her gaze to the window.
Jamila watched the scene with a smile on her face. She turned to Evan. "Have you lived in New York all your life?"
"Up until I came to the Institute, yeah."
"Wow. What's New York like?"
"I'll show you around."
Jamila grinned. "Thanks! Ah appreciate it! What about your mom and dad? Which one is related to my mom?"
"My mom, she's your Aunt Vi. She's cool as far as 'rents go."
Jamila checked to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "And are you a mutant too?"
"Yeah. I can shoot spikes out of my body, and grow them for armor."
"Say WHAT!"
"Yeah. Dude, if you think that's weird, wait'll you meet some of the other students."
"Like who?"
"One guy can make copies of himself; one of the adults has three foot long spikes that grow outta his hand, stuff like that."
Jamila's eyes were wide. "Sounds interesting." She abruptly leaned on Evan's shoulder and began to sleep. Evan grinned, and rested his cheek on top of her head and proceeded to follow her lead.
Jendayi smiled softly at the picture Evan and Jamila painted. She looked out the window, just in time to see the New York skyline passing by.
"Is that New York?"
"Yes, it is. Perhaps we could all go into the city one day, maybe take in a show. It is beautiful, is it not?"
"Beautiful." Jendayi breathed, watching the scene with wide eyes.
All too soon the pilot was announcing their descent into Bayville's airport. Jendayi and Jamila got off the plane and looked around wide-eyed and curious.
"Welcome to Bayville, cuz." Evan said, laughing at Jamila's curious face. Jendayi's expression was no different. Ororo led the teens to the baggage claim, and soon they were in Ororo's borrowed SUV on their way to the mansion.
Xavier was in his study and saw the car pull up. He went downstairs and opened the door just as Ororo turned the key in the handle. Jamila and Jendayi walked in, eyes growing wider with each step. Xavier extended his hand to Jamila. "Welcome to the Institute. I am Charles Xavier."
"Jamila Kerry."
"Jendayi Kerry. It's nice to meet you."
"And you as well. We will talk more tomorrow. For now, Evan will show you to your rooms. Sleep well girls." Xavier turned and left. Evan led the girls upstairs to a room with two beds. They hugged him goodnight and fell asleep almost immediately. At around midnight, Jamila was alerted to her sister's soft mental 'voice'.
Mil?
What?
Do you really want to know who the father is?
Kinda sorta, but what if he doesn't want anything to do with us? We've never seen these men, and from what I've seen, we look almost exactly like Ororo. We could do a blood test, but I'm scared of the results, Jen, really scared.
We know next to nothing about these two men.
Exactly. What if we're Sabretooth's daughters? Would Xavier kick us out of the Institute?
I don't know. We should sleep. We're going to have one hell of a Saturday tomorrow.
I heard that mess. Night Mil. I love you.
Night Jen. Love you too.
The twins eventually drifted off to sleep. Xavier reflected on the conversation he had accidentally intruded on. A blood test would be best, but only if both girls, Ororo and Logan were willing. A blood sample from Sabretooth would be nearly impossible.
Jendayi woke up quickly, sitting straight up and snarling. She looked over at her sister sleeping next to her and relaxed. She glanced at the clock, which read nine in the morning. She sighed, and mentally touched her sister awake. Jamila's reaction was the same as Jendayi's; she sat up and growled.
"Be chill. We're at the Xavier Institute, remember?"
Jamila yawned. "Ah forgot." Jamila looked at the clock and climbed out of bed. She walked across the room to her suitcase and pulled out some assorted toiletries. Jendayi followed suit. Together they left in search of the shower. After several wrong turns, they finally found the bathroom and took showers. Throwing on robes, they strolled back to their room, observing several people awake and about. They went back to their room, and proceeded to throw clothes around.
"Jen, Ah don't know what to wear!"
"Well, Ah don't either, so we're stuck." Jendayi ducked a bra. "Why don't Ah pick out your outfit and you pick out mine?"
"Sure." Jamila disappeared behind a shower of clothes and was back momentarily, with a pair of black jeans and a white halter-top. "Put some sneakers and you'll be good to go."
Jendayi nodded, and held out a pair of jeans and a deconstructed Carolina Panthers jersey. "Do the same. And grab my light blue tank top from my suitcase."
"Cool." The two girls dressed, with Jendayi brushing her hair into a messy chopstick-ed bun. They left their room, after cleaning up the mess from Hurricane Twin-Girls-Searching-for- Clothes.
Hardly anyone was in the kitchen, or in the house for that matter, so Jendayi busied herself by fixing some scrambled eggs. Kurt teleported into the kitchen, sniffing eagerly. Jendayi's response was instantaneous. She transformed into a panther and knocked the surprised by down, growling as she did so. Kurt teleported to the top of the fridge, where he looked at both surprised girls.
Jamila was the first to speak, as Jendayi was watching Kurt through narrowed yellow green eyes and pacing the length of the kitchen. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler. Are you two new students?"
Jamila nodded. "Sorry about Jen. She's a little high strung."
Jendayi changed back into human, and looked up at Kurt curiously. "Are you hurt? Ah didn't mean to, but Ah always do that when Ah'm startled."
Kurt flipped down to land in front of her. "No harm done, Fraulein."
"I'm Jendayi, and this is my sister, Jamila." Jendayi was looking at Kurt rather oddly, and he fidgeted under her gaze.
"Wanna help us make breakfast?" Jamila asked, in an effort to break the silence.
Kurt held up his hands. "Oh, no, not me!"
"Why not?"
"I can't cook!"
"Ah'll teach you how to make pancakes. It's easy." Jendayi took Kurt's hand and led him to an empty counter. She got out a bowl, and a bag of pancake mix. "Wash your hands." Kurt did, and although Jendayi gave his odd three-fingered hands a weird look, she said nothing. "Now, who eats breakfast in the mornings?"
"Whoever wants to eat; eats."
"Counting' me and Mila, we should probably make the whole bag." Jendayi found a big bowl and unceremoniously dumped the contents of the pancake mix bag into it. She got some water and poured it in. "Now, Kurt, stir it with a fork, and be sure to get rid of the lumps." Kurt began stirring. Jendayi returned to her eggs, checking every once in a while on Kurt, who was doing a pretty decent job. When he had stirred enough, Jendayi took the bowl and poured some of the batter into a skillet. By this time, enough people were awake so that Jamila took the bacon out to whoever wanted it. She was just taking the empty plate out to the kitchen, when her eyes met those of a rugged, stocky, muscular man, and she dropped the plate and fainted.
In the kitchen, Jendayi came running out to see her sister lying on the ground. Ororo was kneeling beside her, looking worried.
"What happened?"
"She saw Logan." Ororo said curtly, feeling Jamila's forehead. Jendayi stiffened, and she looked up slowly. The stocky man was eyeing her strangely. Long claws shot out of his hand, and rested underneath her chin, tilting her head up.
"Who are you?"
"Jendayi Kerry, Ororo's daughter. Ah take it you're Logan."
"Who wants to know?"
"Someone who could be your daughter." Ororo said quietly. She picked Jamila up and carried her down to the Infirmary. Jendayi got up and followed. Logan sniffed at the drop of blood the were- cat had left on his claws and growled. He pushed past the crowd that had gathered and left.
Henry eyed the unconscious girl expertly, checking her over. At last he took a small vial and waved it under Jamila's nose. She gave a yowl and sprang upright. Henry chuckled. "Just a simple faint, my dear. Now, if you'd be so kind as to look into this light, I'll make sure you're all right." Jamila did everything Henry asked, and was pronounced fit. She hopped off the table and left.
"Mila, are you alright?"
"Just fine." Jamila said shakily. Ororo patted her hand in reassurance. Jendayi still looked worried, so Ororo put her arms around the both of them.
"I believe a shopping trip is in order. If my thinking is correct, I have nearly seventeen years of birthdays to make up for."
Jendayi thought for a moment. "You don't have to."
"I want to. Do you drive?"
"Licensed and everything." Jamila said proudly.
"Then perhaps I should get you a car to share."
Jendayi's gold-green eyes lit up. "Really?"
Ororo smiled. "Really." Jendayi squealed and she and her sister pulled Ororo into a three-way hug.
"Thanks...Mom." Jamila said hesitantly. A smile as brilliant as the setting sun crossed Ororo's face, and in that moment she looked like the mother Jendayi had always dreamed of.
"We can go right now." Ororo said.
"We have to clean up the kitchen." Jamila said, pouting slightly. Ororo smiled again, and took the girls' hands and led them upstairs.
Kurt had his head bent diligently, finishing up the last of the pancakes. He was so into it, he didn't hear Jendayi creep up behind him. She reached around him and flipped a pancake. Kurt jumped and spun around, bringing him literally nose-to-nose with Jendayi. She resembled a deer caught in the headlights.
"You have um, flour on your nose." Jendayi said softly, reaching up and brushing it off. Ororo and Jamila took one look at each other and crept out of the kitchen. Kurt looked surprised, to say the least.
"Um, danke."
"You're welcome?" Jendayi said uncertainly. Kurt nodded. Jendayi smiled.
"Ahem!"
Jendayi whirled around. A tall redheaded guy was watching them. He wore a pair of red sunglasses.
"I didn't know I was interrupting something, Kurt." He said wickedly.
Kurt would have blushed, but hey, he's covered in fur. "You veren't interrupting anything, Scott."
"Who are you?" Scott asked, turning his attention to Jendayi, who looked mortified.
"Jendayi Kerry. Ah'm a new student. Ah came here with mah twin sister, Jamila."
"Oh. I'm Scott Summers. Nice to meet you." He extended a hand to Jendayi, who shook it tentatively. Then Scott winked at Kurt and left. Jendayi placed a hand on her hip.
"Well, since we've got the physical attraction part down, you wanna go out sometime?" She asked, raising a delicate eyebrow.
"Physical attraction?" Kurt stammered.
"Yeah, you are kinda cute, even with the blue fur. The accent's sexy, you're the perfect height, and even though you're technically a white boy, Ah'd be willin' to give ya a chance. And you think Ah'm pretty to begin with anyways." Jendayi purred, circling Kurt slowly.
Kurt looked down at his feet in embarrassment. "You think I'm cute?"
"Yeah, why shouldn't Ah?"
"Like you zaid, I'm covered vith blue fur."
"And Ah've got cat ears, whiskers, and a tail." Jendayi said, wiggling the said appendages. She shrugged. "What's the problem?"
"Isn't the guy supposed to ask the girl out?"
"Well, it didn't look like you were going to, so Ah took the initiative." Jendayi pouted, and her tail caressed Kurt's chin. "What's wrong with that?" She asked innocently, stepping closer.
Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat. When he spoke, his voice squeaked a bit. "N-nothing."
"Are you going to say yes, or no?" Jendayi tilted her head to look Kurt in the eye.
"Y-yes."
"Good! How about tonight at eight?"
Kurt nodded. Jendayi smiled at him and opened the door. "Okay, ya'll can come in now." Jamila and Ororo filed in, the former looking sheepish, the latter forcing down a laugh. Silently they began cleaning up the kitchen. When they were through, Jamila, Jendayi and Ororo headed for Ororo's cute little Honda and headed for the car place.
"Well, since we're here, is there anything in particular you want?" Ororo asked, admiring a Lincoln Navigator. Despite being in a used car lot, it looked pretty good.
"Actually, the black Navi you're looking at is kinda nice." Jamila said, peering into the windows. "I don't want a small car. What about you, Jen?"
"This Navi works just fine." Jendayi said, opening the door and sitting inside. The interior was gray, and very comfortable. Jamila eyed the features.
"CD player, stereo, all that stuff. It's pretty good. What do you think, Mom?"
"I rather like it. If that's what you want, we can get it." Ororo said, climbing into the passenger seat. After all the legal stuff was done, Jamila drove the Navigator home, while Jendayi and Ororo took Ororo's car home.
The trio walked in to see Evan sulking by the staircase. "Sup, cuz?" Jendayi asked.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Jendayi and Jamila sat down on either side of him and hugged him.
"Sorry. Can we take you for a ride in our new Navi to make up for it?" Jamila asked, putting on a, excuse the expression, 'puppy- dog face'. Evan laughed and nodded. He allowed himself to be pulled out of the door and to the car.
"What is there to eat round this piece?" Jendayi said.
"How do you feel about Burger King?" Evan asked.
"Don't EVEN get Jen started on Burger King. She's obsessed." Jamila said, rolling her eyes. Evan directed them to the restaurant, and they elected to eat in, instead of going through the drive-thru. It wasn't crowded, but there were a good number of people. Jamila left Jendayi and Evan to order and went to find a seat. She ended up next to a table full of loud, unmannered guys. As she sat down, one of the guys walked over to her and sat down.
"Hey, what's your name?"
Now, Jamila wasn't as audacious as her sister, but could she flirt? Yes, she could! "And here Ah was thinkin' it was common courtesy to introduce oneself before seatin themselves at someone's table," She said softly, looking at the guy through her eyelashes. He wasn't bad, about five eleven, platinum-blonde hair, thin, but muscular. Not bad at all.
The mystery guy grinned, and kissed her hand. "Pietro Maximoff."
"Jamila Kerry. So, may Ah ask why you invited yourself to mah table?"
"I wanted to get your number. And maybe ask you out, if you live around here."
"Kinda forward, aren't you?"
"You haven't slapped me yet." He pointed out.
"You're right, Ah haven't. Ah have to admit, for a Yankee, you've got more balls than Ah would expect."
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Pietro said, smiling devilishly. Jamila pursed her lips thoughtfully, and pulled out a pen. She took Pietro's hand and scribbled a number down on it.
"Well, since you've got mah number, maybe Ah'll get to find out." She said, smiling sweetly. Pietro swallowed hard.
"Yo, quickie! Let's go!" One of his friends yelled. Pietro regained his composure, and smiled at Jamila.
"Can I call you tonight?"
"Sure." Jamila leaned over and brushed her lips against the pulse point of his ear. Pietro walked out the door, looking stunned. Evan and Jendayi sat down, bearing trays of food. Jamila picked up a fry and idly ate it.
Aight Mil, who is he, and what's he look like? I recognize that look. Jendayi said, popping an onion ring into her mouth.
Pietro Maximoff, five eleven, thin, but built, silver-blonde hair, silver eyes, flirtatious. I gave him my number.
Really? And I thought I was the only one who knew how to flirt.
Anyways... Jamila took a sip of her drink, signifying the conversation was over. Her cell phone rang, and she reminded herself that she needed a more local cell phone number.
"Hello?"
"Jamila?"
"That was quick. Ah just got my food."
"What can I say? I get home quick. What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing, yet."
"Have you been out on the town yet?"
"No."
"You want to?"
"Are you askin' me out, or just makin' a federal investigation?"
"Seven?"
"Sure. Ah'm guessin' you don't have a car."
"I can get one."
"No need. Hold on." Jamila glanced at her sister. Jen, can I borrow the car tonight?
Sure, maybe Mom will let me use her car.
"Ah'll pick you up. Where do you live?"
"I'll be in front of the school. Listen, Jamila, I have to go. I'll see you at seven, right?"
"Right. Bye."
"Bye."
"Who was that, cuz?" Evan asked suspiciously.
"Nobody." Jamila said sweetly, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.
After they ate, the trio rolled back to the mansion, where Jamila and Jendayi ran up to their rooms and proceeded to frantically flip through their newly organized closets. A knock on the door interrupted their closet raid.
"Hi!" Jendayi stared at the perky little brunette at the door.
"What up?"
"I'm Katharine Pryde, but like, everyone calls me Kitty. I just wanted to welcome you to the Institute, and tell you that if you ever, like, need someone to show you around, just look me up, and I will totally give you the 411. Okay?"
"Uh, sure. It's nice to meet you, Kitty. I'm Jendayi Kerry, and this is my sister Jamila."
"Wow, your names are so pretty!"
"Thanks. Jendayi, what are you waiting for? Invite the girl in!" Jamila called from the bottom of her closet. Kitty walked in, and all she could see was a tawny tail waving in the air.
"Hey, Kitty, what can you tell me about this Kurt guy?" Jendayi asked, digging through a drawer.
"Kurt? He's like, this total goofball, but he's not bad. Why?"
"Ah asked him out." Jendayi said matter-of-factly.
"Are you going out tonight?"
"Yup."
"Oh, you so totally have to let me pick out your outfit!" Kitty said. She hopped up and began looking through the closets. Jendayi flopped on the bed in resignation. "Where are you going, anyway?"
"Ah want to visit Coney Island."
"Oh, that is the coolest place!" Kitty tossed a pair of khaki pants on the bed. They laced up the sides with Army green ribbons. With it she paired a white and Army green top that read 'Attention', and a pair of wheat colored Timberland boots. She surveyed Jendayi thoughtfully. "Could you, like, take your hair down for me?"
Jendayi took out her chopsticks and ran her fingers through her hair. "What now?"
Kitty's eyes got big. "Oh, I have the perfect idea!" She ran from the room and was back, a slender redhead in tow. The redhead had a hair-crimper in her hand.
"Hi, Jendayi, Jamila. I'm Jean Grey." The redhead said, smiling. Jendayi returned the smile, while Jamila lifted her head up high enough to smile before immersing herself in her ocean of clothes and shoes.
"Jean, wouldn't it be just so totally cool if Jendayi wore her hair straight down and crimped the streaks?" Kitty asked.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea. Jendayi, why don't you come with me to the bathroom and I'll do it for you." Jean offered.
"Good idea. Hey Kitty, Jamila has a date tonight too. Why don't you pick her out something?" Jendayi said as she and Jean left. Jamila followed, with the intentions of a shower. Kitty squealed and in twenty minutes had a pretty nice outfit lying on the bed. It consisted of a pair of antique washed jeans, an over sized cream colored sweater with a pink tank top underneath, and a matching pink belt, and matching sneakers. She had also found a pink scarf, and was eyeballing it critically.
"Hey Kitty, that's not bad." Jamila said, walking into the room and picking up the scarf and tying it around her head as a headband. Kitty nodded and turned around so the cat-girl could get dressed. Jamila spun around. "How do Ah look?"
"Wow! You are definitely going to knock this guy's eyes out! What time are you supposed to meet him?"
Jamila looked at her watch. "Oh! Ah have to leave if Ah want to be on time! Thanks Kitty!" Jamila kissed her new friend on the cheek and left.
After a while, Jamila finally located the school. Being the musically inclined person that she was, very loud music was blasting out of the sound system, with Jamila singing along. She spotted Pietro in front of the school as he said he would be, and pulled up in front of him. "Been waitin' long?" She asked, noticing his relaxed posture.
"Got here about five seconds ago." He said, shrugging.
"Oh. Well, are you gonna get in, or do you need a written invitation?" Jamila asked. Unlike her sister, Jamila really didn't have any qualms when it came to guys of different ethnicities. It seemed Jendayi was getting over it quickly, though. Pietro climbed in, and Jendayi turned the music down.
"Hey, the song is good. Turn it up a little." Pietro said.
"Oh? You listen to rap?"
"Not really, but the beat is cool."
Jamila nodded, and they sped away from the school, neither of them noticing the shadowy figure that followed.
(Eyes of Green; Eyes of Gold)
See you guys at chapter 2!