Alison Harold

Chapter 14

"Okay, here's the plan," Jace whispered to Alison.

They were in the empty art room. It was Friday. They'd agreed to arrive first before everyone else and meet to plan what they were going to do once Wendy snuck out for her mysterious appointment. Even though she'd told Jace that they could have this meeting in the dining hall with students around to make things seem less suspicious, he was being stubborn about it, saying that Wendy was going to start suspecting and asking questions about his relationship with Alison.

And, apparently he was trying to avoid having issues with Wendy since it meant he could keep the enemy closer. Because of this, Alison had agreed with his idea to come earlier than others.

Jace slipped his arm around her shoulders, which threw her off guard. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked and moved away from his touch. "There's nobody here, you don't need to whisper and you most certainly do not need to be touching me."

He stepped away from her, his hands surrendering in the air with a look of shock on his face. "I'm sorry, it's just a silly habit of mine. I get so touchy when I feel comfortable or familiar with the person."

"This familiarity?" She stated, pointing between them. "It isn't gonna last long."

Jace rolled his eyes. "Anyways," he began and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "She usually gives excuses like 'I'm gonna use the bathroom' or 'I don't feel well today" and bla bla bla. No one really cares or pays attention to her since they're all focused on their own works, but it was starting to get a little sus for me since we're seat partners. So..."

"So?"

"My guess is, she sneaks out to get drugs from the person that supplies to her."

Alison's eyes went wide with shock. "Wendy takes drugs.?"

"Yes. Study drugs or whatever you call 'em."

"And they're not prescribed for her?"

"They're not as far as I know."

"Then it's not safe!"

He shrugged. "She's obsessed with her grades, so she doesn't care about what's safe or not as long as it's something that keeps her focused and alert."

"Is the principal aware?"

"I doubt because I don't think she'll let this slide. I personally would have taken this as an opportunity to blackmail Wendy or to keep her on a short leash, but she's one scary, manipulative bitch, so I gotta play my cards right and see if I can find something else on her."

Alison sighed in frustration. "What are you going on about? She's taking some stimulants that are not prescribed for her. This is already huge, we should  be heading to the principal's office now."

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Hey, calm your impulsive ass down before you mess things up for me."

She gave him a fierce glare. "I'm not impulsive, I'm just taking action."

"Yes, without thinking." He paced in silence for a while. "Listen, I'm in charge of this little partnership we've got going on here. I just shared something huge with you, something I haven't even thought to share with anyone else, so don't go screwing this up for me, Harold."

She scoffed. "Then what's your plan?"

"I say we find out who's selling the drugs to her. Wendy's smart. Once she discovers we know something, she'll destroy all evidence and pay the seller to shut their mouth and hide. That's who she is. That's what she does."

"If she doesn't know you're aware, then how did you find out?"

He smiled cockily. "Well, let's just say she was careless enough to accidentally drop a pill on her desk one fine day— so —me being me, I was curious and took it to my buddy, Carl— he's a science nerd so I asked him to run some tests or whatever and find out what kind of pill it was. Brilliant, right?"