Jett

11

Double update because, originally, this had also been a part of chapter 10 but it had made it a tad too long so I split it up. 

They pulled up in in his driveway and, for a few seconds just stared up at his small house, shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from a gap in the blinds on the front window.

Turning to Jett, Kayden asked the one question he'd been wanting to know since they left the murder gym (as he had resolved to call it, whether any actual murders had occurred there or not was still up for debate). "What now?" A question that was quite simple, really, but he felt as if the answer would be anything but.

"Now you go home and lie to your family while we figure some things out with our supervisors. I'll see you tomorrow morning; make sure you're all packed and ready to go." Jett replied, back to her unfazed demeanour as she chucked him his keys and got out of his car.

It took him a few seconds to register what she had said and it seemed that was what she wanted because by the time he had scrambled out of his car, he could see Jazz's tail lights fading into the distance.

He watched them disappear before turning and walking inside, bracing himself for a face full of half hysterical English mixed with completely outraged German. Yet, instead, all he got was a bone crushing hug. He looked down at his mother, who looked back up at him with a big grin plastered on her features.

"I'm so proud of you!" She exclaimed, her accent more prominent as her blue eyes lit up in excitement.

"What?" Kayden asked in confusion, staring down at her completely dumbfounded. "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" she questioned, taking a step back and looking up at him, her hands on her hips.

"I don't know... I disappeared for a few hours and didn't even call?" Kayden questioned hesitantly, a little worried, not really knowing what to expect.

His mother waved away his concerns as she led him into the kitchen "it's okay; the school board called and explained everything."

"They did?" He just knew that that was Jett's doing but couldn't understand how she possibly could have managed it. They had explained their cover to him, so that he wouldn't blow it, but he didn't actually think that it would be that developed. When they had told him that they were going to organise for him to be a part of some sort of 'future leaders training camp' he just assumed that they'd print out some sort of shitty flyer and hand it to his mother in hopes that she would believe them. Though, apparently, they seemed to take lying very seriously.

"I can't believe it, my son, a future leader!" His mother gushed as she bustled around the kitchen, taking a lasagne out of the oven.

"It's not that big of a deal," Kayden replied, feeling quite undeserving of the pride that had lit up her features. He wasn't quite sure why his mother had believed them when they called, he was the definition of an average student. There really wasn't anything outstanding about him and he'd never had any kind of similar opportunities presented to him— that was more Chelsea's field. Though, it seemed that, no matter what, parents would always hold out the slightest bit of hope that you weren't a complete drop kick.

"'A training camp for students who have shown outstanding promise for the future'" his mother quoted, "that sounds like a pretty big deal."

Kayden gave a strained smile, "how about we just eat?" He suggested, taking a seat at the dining table. "You can tell me about your day."