I found him lounging on his bed inside his room. He looked up when I knocked on the door.
"Ali." He greeted me, putting the dog eared book he was reading on his bedside table.
"Hey Jarred." I said to him as I walked into his room. I took a seat on the edge of his desk. I noticed the corner of my bag under his bed, it was the bag that contained all of the blood Camren and I had stolen.
"Managed to get here without being attacked by a psycho student I see." Jarred said sucking on his lip ring.
"Yeah about that..." I began, about to ask him if he had anything to do with it, but Jarred put his hand up to silence me.
"I know what you're going to ask. And no, I didn't make Paige do anything. Someone else did."
"Who?" I asked without hesitation. "And Why?"
"I don't know." Jarred sighed, "It could be anyone." Jarred walked to the door and shut it before walking back to his bed.
"I think some of my old companions from England might have sent someone after me." Jarred confessed. "To try and get me back."
"Why you say companions you mean evil blood suckers." I said.
"Do you have to put it so bluntly?"
Jarred sighed and pinched his forehead with his finger and thumb, he closed his arms. For a moment I felt angry with him bringing more spirit users to the area. But once I saw the look of upset on his face all such feelings dispersed. I stood and walked over to him, and kneeled on the floor in front of him so that when he opened his eyes I was looking straight at him.
"This is not your fault." I told him, and even though it sort of was his fault, I actually meant it.
Jarred smiled, a proper happy warm smile. Not a halfway there smile, not a smirk, but just a normal happy person smile. And for a moment, my heart did a little unexpected flutter. I swallowed and leaned back.
"So how do we find out who's the sprit user?" I asked him, getting down to business. "It can't be any of the students in our year, I would have looked them in the eye at least once, and nobody came up with sprit."
"So that narrows it down to the thousands of students in other years and the teachers." Jarred sighed, I shook my head.
"We can rule out school members all together. We all go through test when we join" I said.
"Don't be naive Ali, if I can get through the schools security, anyone can." Jarred snapped a little aggressively; I frowned at him, being called naive was not something I liked, one bit.
"Ok then." I said trying to keep my voice even. "We're back to it being one out of thousands." I sighed. "Don't you like have some sort of sprit sense that tells you if someone else is a sprit user?" I asked him.
Jarred snorted in laughter. "Unfortunately not."
We were interrupted by a ringing sound, I jumped from the noise but Jarred stayed calm and relaxed. The source of the noise was the alarm clock sat on his bedside table. I read the time, and then swore. It was two o'clock already. I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to be meeting Mr Azerale.
"I'd love to stand around and talk but I've gotta go see Mr Azerale." Jarred said, I spun around and looked at him.
"Me too." I told him.
Jarred smiled, "I guess this means we're going together then."
Mr Azerale was sat in his office next to the school gym. Jarred knocked politely and we were called in. Mr Azerale had his feet on his desk and was idly scrolling down some page on his computer. He looked up as we walked in and gave us a wide grin. He gestured to a pair of seats in front of his desk.
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Black WaterTeen Fiction
Where can I begin to explain how my senior year at my high school turned into a full blown war? I'm Alison Lowerly. Call me Ali; I'm a 17 Year old water elemental. That someone who wields water for those of you who don't know, my best friend is a va...