Confrontation
Not much action happens in this chapter, it's a bit short, but it will explain some things. Enjoy.
Jessa Quinn-Holmes and Claire Holmes left Miss Darbus's room swiftly gliding down the corridor. Neither of them noticed the tall slender figure of Tiara Gold stepping out of the class, staying close to the wall while following them.
"You know Claire those are the kind of people that irritate me; to perfect to be normal." Jessa said somewhat disappointedly. She had after all wanted to meet more interesting people apart from a basketball captain, his butter-won't-melt-in-my-mouth girlfriend and their friends.
"You said something along those lines when John moved in with Sherlock."
"I didn't…much." Jessa defended herself, "I mean…"
"You thought John was gay-"
"That was during an argument!" Jessa sighed. She pulled out the newspaper article, reading it as they walked.
"There's something wrong with that isn't there?" Claire asked, not even looking at the photo of the smiling girl.
"Something's wrong," Jessa muttered in agreement, "Usually I can spot it but…I don't know," Jessa gave up and shoved the paper back into her bag.
"Get Sherlock to see it. Knowing him he'll answer it in a minute, or less, saying it was obvious and then make a remark on why we couldn't get it."
"Yup, great self-esteem builder isn't he?" Jessa murmured.
"Maybe…" Claire started, Jessa looked at her. There was a pause, "Your…mum…?"
"No." Jessa cut off shortly. No way did she want mum getting involved with this.
"Jess this is your mum we're talking about," Claire tried convincing her, "don't tell me she doesn't know anything-"
"I'm not!" Jessa nearly shouted in frustration, "the last thing I want is her getting involved in this. It's not even her area."
"We all know that," Claire smiled. Jessa smiled back.
"Cayden Arielle Quinn," she said, knowing her background all too well, "known by some as 'Harlequinn', Britain's most notorious jewel thief of the 90's. Found not guilty twice. At least it was something to say in the family talks at school. She couldn't help anyway; she went to Gran Canaria a month ago remember?"
"Oh yeah. So it's just us, Sherlock and John then?" Jessa was quiet for a second.
"Yep," she could only reply.
"Jessie!"
Jessa stopped dead, her eyes widening in shock. That sounded like…
"Jessa who's that?" Claire was facing the other way. Jessa couldn't see her face. Her eyes narrowed.
"I'd know that voice anywhere." Jessa almost growled the last part and reluctantly turned around. Tiara Gold was standing right in front of them, a surprised look on her face, staring at Jessa. Then she smiled.
"Jessie!" She looked like she wanted to hug Jessa but kept her distance. Claire looked at Jessa, waiting for an explanation, who was now nearly glaring at the girl standing in front of them.
"What are you doing here?" Jessa muttered, using a tone a cross between annoyance and a wanting-an-answer-and-now tone, staring Tiara straight in the eyes.
"I transferred here from my boarding school. Oh Jess you should've told me…"
"Tiara Gold!" All three of the girls twirled around to find Sharpay Evans standing a few feet away and approaching with a look of utter outrage on her face.
"One of my rules; never walk away until I tell you to walk away! Clear?"
"Yes Sharpay." 'Tiara' said abruptly and with a disapproving look at her, Sharpay waltzed off. As soon as she was out of sight, Jessa smirked.
"Tiara Gold?" Jessa repeated more exaggeratedly, "I know you've had a vague go at names, but is that the best you can do?"
"You mean Tiara isn't her real name?" Claire asked, completely confused, and Claire was never confused.
"Of course it isn't; she's Jenna Beatrix James-Quinn as I know," Jessa was now back to a vaguely bored tone.
"Wait…Quinn? But…" Claire turned back to 'Tiara' with a look of realisation crossing her features.
"She's my half-sister," Jessa put lots of emphasis on the 'half', "two years my senior."
"You're Jenna?" Claire asked, her jaw going slightly limp. Jenna was now looking at Claire.
"Who's she?" Jenna directed the question at Jessa. Jessa started inspecting her scarf, refusing to look in Claire's eyes.
"I'm Claire, Jessa's sister," Claire looked at Jessa, whose jaw tensed and she glared at Jenna.
"You never told me you had a sister?" Jenna was now glaring at Jessa who glared back.
"Don't push it sister," Jessa spat the last word at Jenna before turning on her heel and leaving with Claire hastily following her. Jessa didn't look back.
"What was all that about?" Claire demanded.
"I'll say this for now; she took after her dad and I took after mum and Sherlock. I'll tell you later. Much later."