Jackson Jekyll hardly made his way through the crowd of monsters, which ran out of the study room. The black hair of the guy stood on end, and the dark eyes behind the thick glasses of Ray-Ban glasses were frightened looking for something on the walls of the corridors.
Somehow, after making his way through the deserted lobby of Monster High, Jackson ran to the West Wing, losing pages from his essay on witchcraft potions.
"Come on! A little bit more! "- Clenched your teeth, tensed thought Jackson. He had already seen on the opposite side of the corridor the familiar door to which he was striving, when suddenly ...
"Oh no! Zombies again arranged a flash mob! "- thought the guy discouraged, suddenly colliding nose to nose with Ghoulia Yelps. The one from the collision fell from the nose glasses in white rim, and the zombie girl bent behind them, bending the vertebra at a time. The rest of the zombies, barely moving their legs, went to the next lesson.
"Heck! Yes, I can not stand it anymore! "
Jackson ran to the first floor.
Sprinting down the stairs, the guy did not notice how nearly knocked down a little vampire Draculaura.
"Jekyll!" You're an elephant! - Ulah squealed, barely keeping her balance on ten-centimeter stiletto heels.
"Forgive me, Ulah!" I did not want to, "Jackson shouted back, but his thoughts were very far away, for only a few meters away was the cherished door with the sign" Male Toilet. "
"Yes-yes-yes !!!" - Jakekill-Hyde mentally yelled, opening the violet door with a kick and unzipping the black jeans.
A second later, Jackson, already standing in the booth, when he suddenly heard the smell of burning. The guy froze in fright. It could only mean one thing: his brother Heath is somewhere nearby. He knew even more: brother right now burned something. And it always ends with something not very good.
Jekyll, standing with his trousers down, asked loudly:
-Heath! It's you?..
The answer was be only silence. Jekyll felt the frost on his skin. If it's not a brother, it means that somewhere there really is a fire. And if he is alone here, then he will not prove his innocence. And if he does not prove it, then he will be kicked out of school. And if he is thrown out of school, then ....
"Oh, it's better not to think about it," Jekyll decided and looked out cautiously from the booth.
Near the school mirror, Heath Burns lit his cigarette, calmly listening to some roaring music in his headphones.
"My headphones and player! I thought I had lost them, "thought the guy indignantly.
"Burns!" Heath, you, you ... - The guy gasped for outrage. "You're the last ass, Burns!" Jackson said.
-Are you talking about headphones and a player? The red-haired man asked calmly, extinguishing the cigarette. "I was hoping you'd forgotten about them," Heath added and smiled disarmingly.
-Yes, about all at once! First you started to irritate me when I moved here, then I'm forced to live with you in the same house, and now you quietly smoke in the school toliet, forcing me to think God knows what! .. - Jekyll choked with indignation.
"Come on, friend, calm down," he said at last. - At last time Spectra proved my innocence, and the rest - just innocent antics. Bloodgood, and indeed everyone else, looks at them through his fingers.
The guy was silent for a while.
"About the fact that we still have to live together," Heath continued. "It's not my fault that I'm from the family of fiery elementals." It's cool to have such ability, of course, but sometimes you have to pay for it... As, for example, now ...
Heath looked at his cousin from under his brows.
-Your dad sneezed and accidentally burned the whole house! It's so ridiculous ... Until my parents restore everything, I must live with you. "Heath smiled again. He, apparently, had little to do with the whole story.
Jackson sighed in futility. Still, he's cool, this cheerful and sincere guy.
"I remember everything and understand everything," the guy smiled back, and then an awkward silence hung for a long time. And partly from want, partly from the desire to stop it, Jackson demanded:
-Return my player to me.
-What?
-Come on.
-What about the magic word? ..
-You're ass.
-And you make me ...
"Fuck you ..."
"All right ... The magic word?"
-Immediately!!!
[to be continued...]
