#james dermott

Meet me at the warehouse on the outskirts of DT in half an hour.

Jetta sent that text message to James Dermott. She sat outside the worn down warehouse, a place she was surprised was still in tact. Perched up on the concrete wall, she looked down at the ground beneath her feet. It was surprisingly a big drop from where she sat. Drifting her eyes to look up, she scanned the landscape view of Devil Town. From where she sat, it looked almost normal. Just like any other town, but Jetta and all of it's residents knew the truth.

For the last day or so, Jetta had been hiding at the warehouse - her inner coward appearing, as it was her way of easily avoiding seeing Jude. It wasn't that she didn't want to see him, it was just too hard to be around him after everything. Jetta was very aware that her power made it easy to shut out the way she was feeling, so being at the warehouse alone gave her plenty of time to focus on that and ignore everything else going on in her life. Shifting from where she sat, she carefully stood up, watching where she placed her feet before stepping onto the grass and heading up the pathway that led to the entrance of the warehouse.

Telling James about her power was a weight off her shoulders, but it was also another thing she wanted to make sure he kept a secret. Regardless, he was interested in these kind of abilities. That meant that he'd happily help her out with mastering her power, or so she hoped. She'd come to enjoy spending time with James. More often than not, she found he had the same effect her power had on her - making her forget about the things in her life that actually mattered.

Minutes fell off the time as she waited for him to come and join her. Knowing her luck, he was probably busy marking school work. Standing outside the front of the warehouse, Jetta's arms moved straight in front of her as she began to focus. Her hands were aimed at the roof top, feeling the rusty metal from where she stood. The magnetic force between her hands and it was getting increasingly stronger and in a matter of seconds her body was twisting in the air, levitating above the ground as she used the magnetic connection to the roof to flip herself up there effortlessly. It was risky, having never done it before. But she'd never know unless she gave it a shot. Landing on the roof, her heels slammed down on it, making a few dents in the rough surface. The view seemed even better all the way up here.

Kicking her heel against the roof, she stamped across it, leaving a trail of fine marks. Small stars twinkled in the dark night sky as an Autumn breeze swept across, causing Jetta to tug the sleeves of her leather jacket down. In the near distance, she spotted head lights belonging to a vehicle. Both assuming and hoping it was James, she scurried around, trying to find a way to get herself off the roof. She hadn't really thought about that when she had so happily pulled herself up there. She figured she'd attempt to do it backwards, and for the most part, it worked but resulted in her crashing at the last second, hitting the hard ground with a lot of force. She let out a groan, but it hardly hurt, like she had an intolerance to pain.

Waking up with a headache that bordered on the harshness of a migraine was not Jetta's ideal morning but it was to be expected, considering the amount she had drank last night. Rubbing her head, she sat up, attempting to work out where she had stayed last night. She recalled not wanting to go home and having to explain her drunkenness to her parents. Looking around the living room, she vaguely recalled it. Her hand ran across the couch and she realized she was at the Melrose's. She heard a noise coming from the kitchen and prayed that it was Scarlett, or her mother or father, or murderer, or really anyone other than Braxton. Unfortunately, it was him.

"Hey," Jetta said, nonchalantly as she tried processing the events that occurred last night. "Is Sara here?" she asked hopefully as she took a seat on the stool that rested near the kitchen bar. Braxton replied with a head shake before passing Jetta a coffee. "You were pretty adamant that you didn't want to go home, so I let you crash here. My dad is on a 'business trip' and my mom is on a 'spa trip'.... what happened last night?" Jetta sipped from her coffee as she listened to Braxton but was surprised by his question. "I don't know, but you should probably check out Parker's Pedantic Pretentious Pessimistic Patronising Propaganda bullshit online because I read something about you and Montgomery on there." Jetta nodded towards his phone that rested on the counter top, avoiding any conversation about what had happened to herself last night. "See you at school," she said in a whisper like tone, taking a few steps backwards as her hand remained holding onto the mug of coffee he had given her. "And thanks for the coffee."

Before exiting the Melrose House, Jetta ran up to Scarlett's room and helped herself to borrowing some of the girl's clothes, not wanting to show up at school in the same outfit she had worn last night. Drinking on a Sunday night was a dumb idea but this was Devil Town, a place full of incredibly idiotic ideas. After applying some make-up, doing her hair and throwing one of Scarlett's t-shirts on, she headed out the door, hoping to avoid any more conversation with Braxton.

Heading down the street, Jetta approached the school. She was surprised people were still sending their children there, as they still hadn't found the culprit who burnt half of it down and were reconstructing it. Clutching on to her coffee, she took a sip before pushing past her peers. Part of Jetta wanted to just blow off school, avoid all the rumours and allegations circling, and most of all, avoid James Dermott. But not going would be worse than going -- she could only imagine what reasons people would find from her absence. It was still relatively early and class had yet to start, so Jetta decided to pop in and see if James was in his classroom yet.

She walked in through the doorway, and low and behold, there he was seated comfortably at his desk. At that moment, she began wondering whether or not they had actually had sex last night, or whether she'd made it up in her head. But as she took a step closer, vivid memories came back. Her heart began to beat against her chest as she searched for something -- anything -- to say. "Hey," seemed to be the only thing she could muster today. "About last night..." she hesitantly began to say, taking a step closer to him. "I don't usually do that sort of thing. It's just, it was you... and tequila, and these things happen." She placed the almost empty mug on one of the nearby desks, attempting to process what she was saying. "And like you said, it was wrong - like, really wrong. But it did feel right. Beyond right. I mean, you were incredible," Jetta said, gesturing towards him.

"Jetta, will you be coming to cheerleading practice?" Phoebe asked, a petite fair haired girl from Jetta's history class. Up until that moment, Jetta had completely forgotten that she had even had cheerleading practice that afternoon. Being a cheerleader wasn't her main priority. The only reason she had joined was because she was bored and it was another means to keep up with the popularity cycle, yet even that was growing more dull as each day wore on. She adored Sara and was grateful the two were on speaking terms again, but Sara had Braxton. Jetta found herself... lost. She shook her head as she looked Phoebe up and down. "Can't, sorry," she said bluntly. Phoebe look at Jetta, expecting more of a response out of her as to what could be more important than turning up to cheer practice. But when she received none, she walked away from Jetta and exited the hallway. Sighing to herself, she finished stacking a few books messily in her locker before pulling out her biology book and tossing it in her over-the-shoulder brown bag.

Slamming the door, Jetta walked down the empty hallway. Half of it had been blocked off, due to the fire. The entire cafeteria had gone up in flames, but thankfully some of the school managed to to survive the fire. Regardless, various parts of the school had been blocked off. A cool wind brushed past her, making her lonesome walk down the hall more eery. Everyone seemed to rush off immediately as soon as the bell rang. They ran off to their football practice, and their cheer practice, and their study sessions at the library, or their smoking sessions under the bleachers where they faintly mocked the more popular kids who were in athletics. It was all so pathetic. Jetta found herself slowly growing distant from even her closest friends, a distance she herself had began creating. Her hand tightly held onto the book, her finger gliding across the cover as drew out each footstep she placed on the ice cold ground. Her long brunette hair was messily tied into a ponytail, leaving some strands hanging down. She wore a light gray sweatshirt that hugged around her small curves and matched her dark gray jeans. It was a casual attire but Jetta, unlike some girls, didn't bother dressing up for school.

Stepping into the Biology classroom, she spotted Mr. Dermott sitting at his deck, his eyes scanning across the page of a book. She didn't want to interrupt him, she simply stood in the doorway and watched him for a moment, studying the way he was studying the textbook. Jetta couldn't help but be fascinated by Mr. Dermott, Mr. Dermott who was slowly becoming just James to her. After all the drama she'd been having with immature guys, it was a nice change to talk to someone who had life experience and wasn't all about sleeping with as many girls as possible. In her own weird way, she felt as if she could trust him more than she could trust some of her friends. Jetta didn't tend to be naive in regards to trusting people, but the amount of respect she held for James allowed her to really believe in him, possibly because he seemed to believe so much in her. Slowly, she took a small step forward and approached his desk. "What are you reading?" she asked almost gracefully, not wanting to abruptly disturb him and give him a shock. She carelessly brushed a strand of hair back as a coy smile presented itself on her lips.

Jetta was genuinely intrigued by whatever it was James was reading; everything he did was unlike anything anyone else she knew did. Being in his presence made Jetta forget about the last few months, hell, the last few years. It was as if the abilities herself and her friends had received wasn't even relevant, or the fact her brother died and came back to life was just not real, or that she destroyed almost every romantic relationship she had inadvertently. She was drawn in by James' natural grace and charm and everything else seemingly became irrelevant during the brief moments she shared with him. She recalled being in class and simply listening the way he spoke about topics he was clearly passionate about. It made her want to confront him about her own powers, wondering if it would be something he'd be fascinated by or potentially repelled by. All in due time, she thought to herself. Sliding her hand into her bag, she brought out her own biology text book and placed it on the desk beside her. "I was doing some study last night and I seemed to get the hang of it, but like I said, there are still some things I am kind of.. fuzzy about, I guess." Her lips parted into a tiny grin as she gave a small shrug.