Agent Jane Doe 1: The Catalyst

Where Is the Love

Early next morning, Trevan and I head off to Isabella Crook's house, which was in the heart of D.C. It isn't long at all until we reach our destination, a large townhouse with a crimson front. Trevan takes a deep breath before he rings the doorbell.

"Hello, Trevan," a lady of thirty opens the door. Her coal-black hair rests on her shoulders with even ends.

"Isabella, I want you to meet someone. This is Jojo Pullman, one of the newest members of Team Ruber," Trevan introduces me. "She's really into the sciences,"

"Hey, Jojo," Isabella holds out her hand and we shake hands. "Come on in,"

"This is a beautiful home," I say as Trevan and I step inside. Isabella's house is lacking in the decoration department but still feels like home.

"Thank you. Would you like some coffee?" Isabella offers.

"No thanks,"

"So tell me, Trevan. Why have you decided to introduce me to Jojo?"

"Jojo was looking at your articles in the newspaper last night,"

"What do you think of them?" Isabella pours coffee into a mug.

"I think they're well written,"

"Thank you. Trevan, I've been thinking,"

"What?"

"I believe the kids of today have no idea what to tell what's right from wrong. I mean, when I was growing up, my parents taught me not to drink and have sex until I was ready. Kids in my high school were already doing that garbage when we were in freshman year. I was the only one in my grade who didn't do that shit. I never really cared about popularity and I'm doing very well. And what of the kids in my high school? I never cared to know. I want you to have sex when you're ready, Jojo. If you wanna have sex, do it because you're ready, not to be cool,"

"This guy Bradley asked I wanted to have sex with him and I said yes," I say.

"You guys are doing this to become popular. I don't approve. You see, Jojo, guys like Bradley just want sex. They don't really care about you. Did you ever want to date him?"

"Yeah, he's the cutest guy in school. I wanted to become popular,"

"Popularity is not the end all and be all, Jojo. You deserve better than a dirtbag like Bradley," Isabella advises. All of a sudden, I remember Bradley asking if I 'wanna fuck'. Suddenly, it all makes sense now. Isabella has opened my eyes to one truth: Bradley is a walking boner. Also, why do I want to become popular in the first place? Am I an attention whore? No, am I right? I just want to be recognized by my peers. To belong. To be 'cool'. But if having sex in high school is uncool to Isabella, then what is cool?

"What do you think about President Wills? My friend Christian once harped on how he's superficial," I query.

"He is superficial. I heard he only married Shanelle Cerise because she was hot,"

"What is Shanelle like?"

"I've seen her a few times in person and she's a complete bitch. Have you seen what she and President Wills have posted on Hot Mess?"

"No,"

"Here's one. 'President Grey Sharize did a poor job as a president, so you won't be seeing another black president anytime soon!'," Isabella pulls up Hot Mess on her holophone.

"That's racist. Plus, President Sharize was gay. No wonder he supported LGBT so fiercely," Trevan grumbles. Suddenly, we hear shouting and shrieking from outside.

"If there's one thing I hate more than idiotic people, it's people that disturb my peace and quiet!" Isabella yells as she grabs her camera and storms outside.

"Hey, Isabella! Wait up!" Trevan dashes after Isabella. I follow suit. Once I get outside, I could not believe what I am seeing.

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Author's Note: What's going on outside? What are Shanelle, President Wills, and Grey like? Will we meet them?