"So I'm doing chapters 12 and 13 and you're doing chapters 14 and 15?"
There was the sound of a sigh and a voice replied, "Yeah. This jigsaw activity is the worst. What was Wu thinking?"
Cassidy's laugh could be heard. "I dunno, man. Listen, I got a lot of reading to do tonight, so I'll talk to you later."
"Alright. Later."
The conversation ended. Mac sighed and rubbed at her eyes. This was crazy, there was no way she could justify her behavior right now. She never should have borrowed that cell phone interceptor from her friend at Radio Shack. Of course, if she was going to start with "I should have nevers," she never should have brought up the whole physical thing with Cassidy. She never should have gotten into a relationship with him. And she never should have decided the younger Casablancas couldn't possibly break her heart. Shit, it was eight o'clock. She needed to get home and finish her term paper for history class. Mac sighed again and gazed at the Casablancas' home. She wondered what room was Cassidy's. He'd never let her into his inner sanctum and it had bothered her that he was unable to let her in to his life completely. It still bothered her.
"I guess that's not an issue now," Mac said to herself as she started her car. She couldn't believe she'd spent the last four hours sitting outside Cassidy's house, using her cell phone interceptor and listening to the various conversations that came out of the house. Driving home, Mac marveled at what she had listened to for the past few hours. She'd heard Kendall make a spa appointment and arrange to sell something else Richard "Big Dick" Casablancas had left in his hurry to get out of the country. Dick had conducted a booty call to someone named Bettina and then tried to initiate phone sex with Madison Sinclair. The phone sex thing had really squicked her out because she always thought about how she could be Madison and Madison could be Cindy. The idea of letting Dick put his hands anywhere on her body made her physically sick. She was glad when Madison shut that conversation down and had told him she'd call him tomorrow night.
As always, Mac's thoughts turned to Cassidy. Mac was convinced that there was someone else in Cassidy's life. There had to be someone else, right? He was your average red blooded teenage boy, there was no way he'd be turning down a physical relationship unless he was getting satisfaction somewhere else. Mac turned her car down the familiar streets that led to her home and went through her mental checklist of any other girls who had even shown a passing interest in Cassidy. So far she had one candidate: a freshman girl in gym who had asked Mac if she and Cassidy were dating. Mac had told her they were and the girl had said, "He's hot" and had tried to initiate a high five. Apparently, Cassidy was a heartthrob among the younger women in the school. Mac had given her a strange look and headed to gym class with Veronica.
Mac parked her car and walked into her home. Passing through her living room, Mac saw that her parents had fallen asleep on the couch and probably hadn't heard her come in. Good. That meant they would have no idea how late she came home. Mac headed to her bedroom, tossed her book bag onto her bed, and logged into Neptune High's email system. The freshman girl's email account was entirely too tempting to not hack and so she'd run an algorithm while she was at school and hoped to come home and see what that tramp was emailing Cassidy. She'd been unable to hack into Cassidy's account. Really, she'd guessed a few passwords and stopped. It seemed wrong. She was already listening to his phone calls, but she had to draw the line somewhere.
Success! The password sat at the end of several rows of code and with shaking fingers, Mac logged into the girl's account. After looking through the girl's inbox, sent email, and her trash, Mac found nothing that went to Cassidy's account or from his account. She was back at square one. Mac looked over at the cell phone interceptor she brought in from her car and knew she'd be back outside the Casablancas' again tomorrow.