{ -32- } : W R O N G  A G A I N.

Another round of lightening flashed amidst the unrelenting downpour.

Despite the fogginess, what her eyes saw made her pause in her escape.

There was no mistaking it.

Wellie Wishers purple rain boots that matched Aubrey's description to the last.

Jazz's heart stomped in her chest.

There was also no mistaking whose feet were shod into those boots.

Those brunette waves.

Olivia Solace.

Aubrey Simon's forever rival?

She had to think fast past the fogginess in her mind and eyes.

Going back to retrieve her glasses from Jian Shepherd was not an option so she decided to brave through the raining night partially blind.

The best place to look was Livia's room and with Livia and her minions distracted, Jazz Brown was willing to place her bets.

The vending machine incident had been personal. Perhaps the rivalry between the girls ran deeper that they had all imagined.

Now that she thought about it, Livia had the rarest eye color in all of Bubble Academy– gray eyes.

Fortunately her room had been left unlocked and Jazz helped herself in.

She wasn't sure where to start.

Most psychos had a thing for hiding clues under their beds so Jazz thought it was a good place to start.

She found nothing out of the ordinary safe a pair of pink roller skates and a mobile phone carton. Other than that, the under of Livia's bed was empty and dust free.

Jazz attacked her closet next, flinging coats to the side and making the metal hangers scrap against the metal column. To the left of her clothing rack was a shoe shelf spray painted a dark shade of Purple that matched her beddings.

Different purple boots and sneakers occupied her short sighted vision, ranging from suedes, doc martens, Chuck Taylor's and all star converse to black Mary Jane's and two wedges.

Livia was obsessed, no doubt.

Jazz shook her head returning back to reality as she plumaged through Livia's personal belongings in the bottom drawer when her fingers grazed a shoe box.

Prying it out gently, Jazz investigated the plain black box.

The box stood out because of it's dark color.

Jazz noticed the initials in white atop the cover.

BB.

"Bonnie Black?" Jazz muttered, soliloquizing.

Cautiously, she pried the book open and her heart stopped beating.

"Jesus Christ!"

In the box were letters.

A copy of all the letters even Jazz herself had received.

The most frightening part was the broken glitter make up palette.

The very one she'd left in Head Mistress May's possession. The same one she and Grey had returned to take but had found Aubrey's bracelet instead.

"What the heck?" Jazz grimaced, using her fingers to shuffle through the box, her bangles playing their own rhythm against the papers.

"What do you think you're doing?" Someone screeched.

Livia was back.

Wellie Wishers dripping water and staring back at Jazz. The one item that had bore witness to gory.

Did it also drip this way after she dropped those electric wires into the water puddle?

Jazz gulped and bristled.

"Stay back or I'll scream!" Jazz warned, standing to her feet with the box cradled to her bosom.

Livia's eyes darted to the box and her murder weapon– the dripping umbrella– crashed to the floor of her room.

"It's all kinda starting to make sense now. Smashing your wristwatch to bits as a red herring, I should have known because Purple steals jewelry not destroy them." Jazz supplied.

Livia sniggered, "Clever girl."

Jazz squinted, her eyes were hurting, "You are....?"

"Don't be silly, journalist girl. You really think I would sacrifice a thousand euros?"

Jazz lifted a brow and shrugged, "We both know daddy can replace it anytime."

"You've gone mad."

"Yet you're the one with all these creepy letters and the broken glitter palette which I found in my dorm when I returned to school from suspension. Can you explain why or how you have all these letters from Purple? Letters addressed to everyone of us."

Livia recoiled, "Bonnie."

"What?"

"Why do you think I wanted to talk to you that night?"

"I don't know."

"When my wristwatch was smashed to bits, Bonnie came to me that she might know who did it. We dug deeper. Scrambled for all the notes and you know what we noticed?"

"What?"

"Two different handwritings."

"So you're saying we might be dealing with more than one individual?"

Livia nodded.

Jazz judged by the look on Livia Solace's face and was willing to bet there was a first and last name on her tongue.

"And?"

"Bonnie and I might know who one of them is, thanks to some junior girl named Alicia."

Jazz felt her heartbeat slowing down.

"Remember those articles? Right in that box we have the handwritten version, it was tucked into my rain boots and dropped outside my door."

"So your boots were stolen?"

Livia nodded, "I didn't even realize they were missing concluding I had left it in Vermont over the Winter holiday but I was wrong."

"Do you have a name, Livia?"

Livia shifted her weight to another leg making her Wellie Wishers squeak against the flooring.

"I must warn you Jazz, whoever this is, they are really good and so far it's been a circle and all the fingers keep pointing in the wrong direction. We are all being played and framed along the way."

"Tell me the name."

Livia sighed, "Luthor... Luthor Hayes."

As if on cue a shrill sound reverberated through the air overpowering the sound of the raining thunderstorm.

The two girls exchanged looks of horror.

It was the fire alarm.

The fire alarm had gone off.

"Please be a drill." Jazz mumbled under breath, praying as she flew out of the dormitory.

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Two hours later, it was time for light's out and every student returned to their dormitory.

Jazz Brown had had a terribly long night.

Grateful that she made it back to room 028 alive and well although still half blind with aching red eyes.

The rain drops had burned her eyes.

Felicity had yet to return.

Jazz helplessly collapsed on to her navy blue sheets.

A note pumped from her bed into the air due to the impact and landed to the ground besides her bed.

Sighing, Jazz picked it up.

Somehow she expected to receive the note. Purple was becoming predictable.

It read; Wrong again, Jackie.
And this time I got a job for you.

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A/N: at this rate I think everyone is Purple. What's your theory? Please vote, comment and share, ty :) see you in 33!
TheShadyButterfly🦋.