The Forgotten

You Know This Is All For Revenge, Right?

Jess' house is nice. Not as nice as Shain's. At least as nice as the Bristills' though. Getting out of the car, I wonder how high his family is in the aristocratic United States government. Perhaps a Senator.

"Miss Bristill," the driver calls me back, "Should I wait for you?" I consider. I probably won't need a ride. There's only a block from Jess' house to mine. I'm not wearing heels, so I can walk. If not, I'm sure Jess will be able to get me a ride. If I don't piss him off, that is.

On second thought, I should probably plan on walking.

"No thank you,' I tell him. "Just, if Mrs. Bristill asks about my whereabouts, cover for me. Please." He nods and gives me a small smile. Then he backs out.

I turn around and face the big white house. It, unlike the Bristills' house, has large columns. It also has a veranda and potted plants dangling from the ceiling.

It's gorgeous.

I walk up to the front door and knock. A French looking maid answers.

"Bonjour!" she says brightly. "Madam Bristill! May I take your coat?" I frown.

"It's June," I remind her, trying to sound polite. It must not have worked, because she suddenly looks flustered. Or maybe it did work, and that's why she's flustered.

"Oh, yes, right," she says awkwardly. "Well, Master Banks is upstairs in his room. Go right on up, Madam." I nod and give her a nice smile. She quickly looks away.

Ugh! I hate being formidable and unapproachable. It really sucks. No wonder all of Raven's friends were spoiled snobs. The only people who would go near someone like that is someone who has nothing to fear because they themselves are like that.

I am disappointed to find an elevator is the way to get to the higher floors. Cautiously, I press the button that is supposed to call the big metal box.

I jump when the machine makes a dinging sound. The doors slide open and I scurry inside. I shiver. It's not cold, as I told the maid. I'm just nervous. Hopefully no one saw me act like a weirdo with the elevator.

That would be embarrassing.

The machine dings again when it reaches the second floor of three. I almost scream in surprise.

I hate elevators.

The doors open and I get out of the contraption as fast as I can.

I look up and down the hall. There are multiple doors that look exactly the same. What's worse is there is nothing to indicate which one is Jess'. Raven has probably been here before for whatever reason. It might, might, be a giveaway if I don't know where it is now.

Suddenly a door opens and a head pops into the hallway. It's a boy.

"Ha-ha-hi Raven," he says, his face turning red. "Are-are you here to see Jess?"

"I am," I tell him. He looks slightly disappointed.

I explain, "I'm here to confront him." The boy brightens visibly.

"I'll tell him you're here," he says. He sounds excited. He must not like his older brother much. I wouldn't either. And I'm just guessing Jess is his brother. Either way, Jess is a prat.

The young boy, whom I believe is seven or eight, shows me to Jess' room.

Hollering inside, "Raven's here," the boy opens the door. He then promptly turns around and runs back to his own room. I wonder if there are territory issues causing the abrupt departure.

I am jerked from my thoughts by Jess' sudden appearance at the doorway.

"Hey, Rave," he says. "Come in." I walk past him into his room.