I can't believe we are making Nina do this. Sure, she was up for the 'initiation' ceremony but we never mentioned anything about stealing a key, from Victor no less who was always on the lookout! Patricia is just setting up this poor girl for a massive fall just because she believed she knew something about Joy. I still don't understand why I care so much. I feel like I should be stopping this so Nina won't get in trouble, but why? Maybe it's because of the visions I've been having of her and my mind is telling me to keep her away from trouble in order to find out why I've been having the visions.

Alfie and Jerome were giving Nina the details about the key as Patricia and I stood by. The main reason I'm here is so that not too much trouble is caused by them. I leaned on the railing looking down into the hall below as I listened on.

"What are you all looking at?" Victor's voice suddenly came. We looked over to see Victor getting up from his disk. Everyone began to act 'natural' as he came closer; Alfie even went to the stairs and leaned down.

"We were just...um..." Jerome began but Nina finished.

"We were just admiring your coat. Vintage?" Victor just looked at us, expect more which Alfie gave.

"Yes...this floor! It...could use a polish," He laughed. Victor seemed to think for a moment before looking at me and Jerome, smiling a little. It freaked me out and I backed into Jerome who took a hold of my shoulders to reassure me. Victor can be so creepy!

"Yes, in that case," Victor said as he pulled Alfie us. "Please, feel free to polish it Alfie." Despite Alfie's protest, Victor dragged him downstairs, offering the perfect opportunity to allow Nina to get the keys. She ran off as soon he was gone, leaving the three of us to watch.

"Knows when to take a chance," I said, notching Jerome still had his hands on my shoulders but it doesn't bother me. We watched as she rushed around, grabbing the keys to the cabinet, opening it and grabbing the attic key. She locked it and ran back out, smiling a little at her accomplished task.

"Uh, Nina," I said, pointing to her other hand. She saw that she had taken the master keys as well. Groaning she ran back into to put them back but ended up tripping and falling. I began to go to help her but Jerome kept a hold of me. I looked up at him and saw him shaking his head and jerking it to the side, making me see Victor return with Alfie. He went straight to his office, seeing Nina.

"Nina Martin...what are you doing?" He said in a menacing voice. He walked in a little more so we didn't hear him.

"Oh, she's gonna get it now," Patricia practically sang. I sighed loudly before looking at her.

"You planned this didn't you?" She gave me an innocent smile, making me roll my eyes at the girl.

"GET OUT!" We heard Victor cry, making Nina run out of his office and back to us. She showed us the attic key, making Patricia's face turn sour.

"Lucky," Alfie said.

"Very lucky," Jerome added.

"Extremely," I ended.

"Well, we'll see how lucky she is tomorrow night when she goes up to that attic," Patricia said, arms folded as she left.

"So...who wants to help me polish the floor?" Alfie asked with a smile. Nina just laughed and walked away leaving Jerome and me.

"Ah, my two best friends..."

"You can't afford us," Jerome said. Alfie sulked.

"Oh, come on! Please?" He said, giving his best puppy dogs. It would be wrong to leave him to do it himself and those eyes were just too cute! I opened my mouth to agree but Jerome clasped his hand over my hand before I could speak.

"Sorry but we have plans," Jerome said. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. We did?

"Fine, be all coupley and leave me behind," Alfie pouted as he began to get to work. Coupley! We are not a couple! Jerome began to drag me away as I was trying to protest against Alfie's statement.

"Now, now, calm down," Jerome said as he let go of me as we entered his room.

"You could have at least let me tell him off about that comment," I said, sitting on his bed.

"What comment?" He asked, joining me on the bed.

"The one about us being a couple!"

"Is it bothering you that much?" Jerome chuckled. I shook my head.

"No, but you know how this school is. If someone like Amber heard that, she would have spread it across the school and then she'll make those stupid scrapbooks and everyone will think we are a couple!" I told him in a breath.

"Come on, you know you would love having me as a boyfriend," Jerome said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I smile slightly before shoving him off.

"No, I love having you as my best friend and besides, you have your sights on a one, Miss Robinson," I correct with a smirk.

"Oh, Alice, you know me too well."

"I think there lies the problem. So, what are these plans you were talking about?" I ask, lying back on the bed so I could stare at the ceiling. Jerome soon joined me and our heads were side by side.

"Well, they involve you helping me with my homework."

"By helping you mean give you the answers."

"And just hang out and talk."

"Wow, and here I thought you wanted something," I laughed.

"Give me a little credit."

"I do. I appreciate the fact I'm about the only one that you don't try and scam," I comment. It's true. Jerome never tried anything like that with me. He wouldn't try and sell me anything or give me bad advice; actually his advice was pretty useful when I needed it. It made me feel kind of special to him...might be wrong but that's how I feel.

"Just because you are too sweet to me," He said.

"Are you complaining?" I ask.

"Of course not. Say, do you remember how we met?"

"What's brought this on?"

"Do you?" He pressed. I nod.

"Of course I do. It was on my first day here," I began.

"I had been here for two years before you showed up," Jerome added.

"You hated me."

"I did not hate you."

"You did, you came up to me and said 'I hate you'," I smiled, remembering the day.

"And then you hugged me," Jerome said as if he was still trying to figure out why I did that but I continue to smile, knowing why.

"Yup," I said, popping the p.

"And then I pushed you and you started laughing. That's when I began to like you," Jerome said.

"Because I was the only one that laughed when you did stuff like that?" I ask. I could feel his head shake a 'no'.

"No, because you didn't say I hate you back like the others."

"Why would I? I barely knew you."

"I didn't exactly give off the best first impression."

"Trust me, it was a great first impression, at least to me at the time," I told him.

It was. I had been so happy when he reacted the way he did when he met me. I was so sick of the other reactions I got. They were of sympathy or pity. It made me sick to see the eyes of people I didn't know look at me so poorly, as if I was a misplaced creature. I was a child. But that all changed when I came to this school and met Jerome, he gave me my first look that did not resemble the ones from before. He looked at me with anger and smite before saying the words 'I hate you' to me. I was...overjoyed. Sure, it sounds weird but I was so happy that I hugged him. Then he pushed me to the ground and I began to laugh. I never got such a reaction off of someone before so I was happy.

Jerome and I had been best friends ever since.

"Right, enough reminiscing. Let's get that homework done," I said, patting Jerome's chest before pushing myself up. Jerome groaned.

"Oh, come on. Just one more thing?" I looked down at him and saw him pouting. I sigh loudly before nodding.

"Alright."

"How come I've never met your parents?" I froze slightly at the question. Why would he ask that? I've given him reasons why so why would he ask again?

"I've told you, they go all around the world. I hardly see them myself," I explain. I'm so use to saying this that it's second nature.

"Yeah but surely they would want to see their daughter," He said. I shrugged.

"You would think so. Now, come on, let's get the homework done," I finished, wanting to be rid of the conversation which Jerome understood.

The subject about my parents was not a happy one...

"Patricia, I really don't know what to tell you," I said, entering the class for History as Patricia was ranting about how she couldn't get through Joy's phone anymore. It was the next day and tonight was the night of Nina's initiation ceremony. Hopefully, after tonight, Patricia will drop the whole 'She's done something to Joy' thing.

"It just means, Patricia, that Joy has gotten fed up of you bombarding her with messages and texts so she's changed her phone contract," Jerome tried to explain. He and Alfie sat behind the desk that I sat at so I turned in my seat to them.

"Not funny, Jerome," Patricia groaned.

"All the world's a stage! And the men and women, merely players," A voice said in the corner. Everyone turned to see a young man sitting at a desk. Was he our new teacher? He seems a little young.

"Hey, my name is Jason Winkler and I'll be your history teacher. I'll also be teaching drama," He explained as he moved to the front of the class.

"You're Mr Fleming's replacement?" Mara asked. Jason nodded.

"Yeah, that's right." I looked around and saw nearly all the girls were staring at our new teacher with shining eyes. Was I missing something here?

"Wow, I am so pleased that he had a heart attack," Amber said a loud, making everyone laugh at her outburst. She really didn't know when not to speak. She merely smiled.

"Sorry, that didn't come out right!" The lesson soon began, with all the girls continuing their glassy eyed stares. Did they all think he was this attractive? Maybe I just have weird taste but...oh no...

Pain...head hurts...

I try and not show it but it's so bloody hard! Flashes appeared and I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out.

A flash. I was in a dark dank room. It looked like...an attic. Anubis house attic, maybe? Something moved in the corner of my eye, I look over and see a panel move. Nina emerged, holding a shining object. Her necklace. Another flash. Another dark room. This time it was full of people in robes, chanting something in a different language. I couldn't see any of their faces, all masked by their hoods. More flashes and the trophy from before was before me again along with a voice.

Beware the black bird...

I braced myself for the brick wall again and managed to remain still but in great pain. Everything around me returned to normal. I breathed heavily, slightly relieved that no one noticed my little episode...

"Hey," I heard someone whisper. I look over to see Patricia, looking at me strangely. Oh great.

"Yeah?" I ask back.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Because you sort of crushed your pen," She said, pointing towards my hand. I looked and groaned, seeing my hand was covered in black ink as the remains of my pen fell from my hand.

Well, at least I didn't fall over or something.

"It's still not coming out?" Jerome asked as I continued to scrub my hand with a wet tissue. It was Drama now and Alfie was going around, making a buzzing noise for some reason but all I care about if getting the remaining ink off my hands!

"No, and I've been scrubbing since lunch!" I said, scrubbing faster. My hand was red raw now.

"Why did you break your pen, anyway?" He asked.

"I didn't mean to. It sorta...just happened."

"How did it just happen?" Before I could answer him, Mr Winkler thankfully began to address the class, not before stopping Alfie from his buzzing around.

"Time for something a little more serious, Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet," He said, holding up a book. He handed one to Jerome, who looked ever so excited by the prospect of reading it and one to me, seeming a little confused by my red and black hand.

"Timeless, he says," Jerome mocked as Mr Winkler went around the class.

"It kind of is," I explained. Jerome snorted before flicking through the book. I grunt in frustration, tossing the tissue away.

"Fine, stay there!" I shouted at my hand, more at the stain. Jerome laughed as I did so.

"You sure told it." I look over to him and narrow my eyes.

"Not helping!"

Mr Winkler thought it would be good if we paired up and acted out scenes from the play. Amber and Alfie were up first. As Amber said her lines, Alfie tried to keep a levelled head, being so close to Amber and acting out a scene from one of the biggest romance stories in history. To say he was jumpy was an understatement.

"Think he's excited?" I whisper to Jerome.

"Just hope he keeps it together," He whispered back.

"Truly...the yummiest boy I've ever seen, Romeo!" We looked up and saw that Amber was smiling now and Alfie was beyond confused. What was she up to?

"Amber, that's not in the script!" Mr Winkler cried. She ignored him and reached out and kissed Alfie. My jaw dropped as Jerome laughed. Are we seeing this? Was Amber kissing Alfie? No way! She was dating Mick!

They parted soon afterwards; Alfie looked like he had hit cloud nine.

"Wow," Jerome said. I nodded.

"Yeah...wow..."

Hey! So what do you think? I know it's a little bit boring...stil but I swear it will pick up. Reviews are much loved because I'm not sure if I should keep this up or not. I'm not use to writing into a series. I usually write my own thing so reviews would be great please. Pretty please? Or do you think I should avoid writing into the series and write a new one with my own idea? Your thoughts are wanted and appreciated. Anyway, thank you for reading and such and I hope you continue to do so!

Until next time!