A lovely mess

Chapter 8: Wishing tales

"Jaison, if you don't roll the fucking window down, I will break it." I warned him

He chuckled quietly and glanced at me before unlock the child lock he placed on the windows. I jammed my thumb on the button and the window slowly slid down letting in some rain and fresh air. I breathed deeply and shuffled closer to the window. I peered out the window silently watching the scene around me constantly change. I thought about calling Macy and apologizing but even though I wanted nothing more than to be in her arms, I needed to let go. I pulled out my cellphone and began dialing her number. A picture of her popped up right before I hit the call button.

"Who are you ringing?" Jaison asked with a worried look in his eyes. "Sequoyah told you to leave your phone. Nobody can know where we are or what we're doing." He quickly reminded me trying hard not to panic. "Its her isn't it?" He asked. I ignored him. She answered the phone right as he asked.

"Jer? Is that you." A voice broke through the phone. I sat quietly not knowing what to say.

"Hello?" Her sweet voice called through the phone. I sniffled trying hard not to let myself cry before throwing my phone out the window.

"That was a shit move." Jaison scowled at me. I rolled my window back up and pressed my head to the glass.

"It'd be pretty fucking hard if you had to leave Sequoyah and make her feel like you don't love her, right?" I yelled. He looked over at me and sighed. His dark brown hair was in his eyes and he pushed it back, focusing on the road. He's pointed nose expanded at the tip when he took a deep breath. He shook his head and sped up.

"That's pretty different, yeah?" He finally said.

"How so? I love Macy just as much as you love my best friend. We've been together even longer." I hissed.

"She's bloody human if you can remember so. You guys can't even shag." He shot back

"You don't know a fucking thing about it." I yelled.

"I know you had a brill idea to date a fucking human." He raised his voice.

"Are you jealous? That I shagged with a human that I was with for 5 years and never got it up with you when we were together for 8?" I smirked.

He pressed his lips together and pulled over.

"You want to know something? While you were pissing around with a piss poor excuse of a human, your best friend was dying and looking through pins in needles trying to find you, to say goodbye." He snarled.

I didn't answer. I stared straight and focused on the yellow chalky lines staining the highway. I fumbled with a piece of string hanging from my shirt and mumbled the last words I heard my mother say to calm me down. "You'll find out the truth about yourself one day, and you'll be happy knowing how proud you make me even at this age. Don't dwell on what you are and who accepts you darling." I repeated to myself. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes and I pushed them back wanting to be strong. I closed my eyes and threw my head back trying to fill my head with the last moments I spent with my mother. I smiled.

Jaison said something under his breath and continued driving. I looked in my back seat and saw that Mr.Lipton was still knocked out.

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I walked quickly towards the deans office and stood outside the door fighting myself about options. Before I could knock he swung the door open and welcomed me with a soft smile.

"Jermi, is it?" He asked still smiling.

"James, is it?" I replied.

He opened the door wider and I walked in. The last time I was here I didn't notice how elegant his office was. I was so pissed off then and now I can't stop looking at the chandelier hanging above his head. He had white fresh creamy carpet that had absolutely no stains. His walls looked like woven bamboo and his desk was a smooth grey color. Everything was organized. Dull black file cabinets were decorated with white lace wrapped around the handles. There were small sculptures complimenting the small scaled room.

"Wow." I said stunned.

"Real crystals." He smirked while pointing up.

I chuckled and sat down in a soft black chair.

"So." He paused. "To what do I owe the pleasure." He winked.

"I was just wondering how much blood of Mr. Liptons would it take to cure one person." I smiled lightly.

He furrowed his brow before answering. "Well nothings written in stone but we believe 2 quarters."

"And the people infected, how do they ingest the blood." I questioned.

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My mind raced backwards trying to decipher the feeling in my gut. I'm doing this to save my best friend I reminded myself. I did this because Jaison is right. I was messing around with a human while the rest of the world was in chambles. How are we going to get away with this I sighed.