Jude sat on her bed, debating the best way to kill herself over her calculus homework. She chewed on the end of her pencil, eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. What the fuck is the difference between a logistic function and a logarithmic function anyways?
Quickly she gave up and threw the book against the wall. She winced, knowing that the book would have a lot of bent pages when she picked it up later to do her work. She sighed, getting up off the bed and walking over to her closet, slipping off her tight black shorts and blue tank top in exchange for dark wash skinny jeans and one of Scotts old t-shirts. She threw her dirty blonde hair into a messy bun on top of her head and didn't even bother with makeup. Running down the steps, she only stopped to slip on her beat up red Vans and to read her aunt's note that said she was working late again.
Jude sighed, running out the door and grabbing her skateboard from behind the bush in front of her house. Her aunt was always working late and never seemed to be home. She worked for the law firm just outside of town, and Jude always seemed to have the house to herself. Most kids would throw huge ragers given the size of the house and pool, but all Jude did was hang out with her two best friends, Scott and Stiles.
She had been best friends with those two idiots ever since first grade when they all were stuck in the same classroom, and ganged up against the teacher by putting glue on her seat and throwing books at her butt, and calling her a "mean baboon" whenever she turned around. Okay, so the whole book thing might have been just her and Stiles. To be fair, the teacher was a complete bitch that decided to give a whole bunch of six year olds homework each night, and a lot of it. Ever since her parents died five years ago, Jude had been spending most nights at either Scott's or Stiles' houses. Tonight she was going to Scott's.
Her skateboard skidded to a halt in front of the familiar house, and Jude quickly scaled the side of the house that she knew led to the roof in front of Scott's window. She pushed the window open, smirking as Scott nearly jumped a foot in the air when the window squeaked.
"Jesus Jude, you nearly killed me," he said, shaking his head. Jude smiled, jumping through the window all of the way and grinning at him.
"You mean just like every other time I come in that way?" She asked, smirking at him. He punched her lightly in the arm, but Jude could see his smile. She also could see that he wasn't wearing a shirt. "What's with you and not wearing articles of clothing recently? Just because you're training doesn't mean you have to make the rest of us feel bad," she pointed out, making him laugh.
"I'm not wearing a shirt because I was about to go to bed. You just happened to come into my room when-" he started, but was cut off by a loud noise downstairs. They both raised their eyebrows and started towards the door. Scott immediately pushed her back. "You're staying here," he said, making her roll her eyes.
"Like hell," she muttered, following after him shortly after he left the room. She crept up behind him downstairs right before he went outside. "Really? A baseball bat?" She asked, making him jump once again. He glared at her.
"I thought I told you to stay upstairs," he said, making her roll her eyes again.
"And I thought that you knew me well enough to know that I would never do that," she said, following him out the screen door. "Does anyone in your house even play baseball?" She asked, but was cut off by a figure dropping from the roof. Her and Scott both started screaming, but stopped when they realized it was only Stiles. "What the hell are you doing Stiles?" She yelled at him, making him wince.
"You guys weren't answering your phones!" He argued, making Jude check her pocket. Sure enough, there were eight missed calls from Stiles. She looked up at him, raising her eyebrow.
"Really? Was eight messages really necessary?"
"I left nine on Scott's phone. But that's not the point! My dad left twenty minutes ago, and I picked up on the radio that guys from all over are coming in. They found a body," he said, grinning and flipping down onto the ground.
"A dead body?" Scott asked, making Jude internally groan. How did she get stuck with such intelligent friends?
"No, a body of water," she deadpanned.
"Of course a dead body you dumbass!" Stiles yelled.
"If they found the body then what's the problem?" Jude asked, stuffing her hands into her jeans pockets.
"That's the best part," Stiles said, grinning mischievously. "They only found one half."
