Okay, sorry about the whole disappearing off the face of the earth thing. I had school, siblings, dog walking jobs, babysitting jobs, and just surviving. I changed a couple of things in the last chapter to add to the drama. And that's all I have to say besides I will be updating more often, unless something happens, again. Oh and my disclaimer contains spoilers from Shatterproof.
Disclaimer: Well if I owned the 39 Clues would Sinead Starling be Vesper Three? And believe me if I owned the 39 Clues Hamead would be official.
Chapter 3
I stopped crying when I heard someone knock on the bathroom door. I came out of the stall and looked in the mirror, my eyes were puffy and my wrist was starting to swell.
"Sinead? Are you okay?" Hamilton asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," but of course my voice cracked betraying the whole I'm fine.
"Sinead, you don't sound fine. Can you come out?" I didn't respond. I can't have him see me like this! "Sinead if you don't come out, I'm coming in." I still didn't respond, I didn't trust my voice. Then he came in, looked at me, and gaped.
"What happened to your wrist?"
"I kinda… broke it." I mumble.
"How?"
"I fell off the pyramid."
"Come with me, we're going to the hospital and don't give me the whole I can fix it myself speech." We walk out of the girl's bathroom and make a beeline for his car. But of course I had to cross the football field to get to his car. Even though I looked at the ground the entire time, I could feel them glaring at me and I could hear them snickering. Then I took a quick swipe at my eyes to hide the fact that I had been crying. If they knew that it would be on the microphones at school tomorrow. I heard Charlotte mumble something that sounded like 'baby' but Hamilton sent her a death glare. After we get in the car and pull out of the school parking lot, Hamilton asked me something I didn't expect.
"Who did it?"
"What?"
"Sinead, I'm not that stupid. I know you didn't just fall off, so who knocked you off?"
I tried to hesitate but I know he won't give up until he knows. "Charlotte," I mumble.
He gripped the wheel tighter, "Has she ever done this before?"
"No."
We sat in silence for the rest of the ride to the hospital. As soon as we walked in, a nurse rushed me into one of the exam rooms. After about twenty minutes, the nurse determined that I had broken my wrist. And to make things better did I mention that this is my right wrist? The doctor told me it would take 10 months to heal. Then she gave me some pain medication, and let me go. I came out of the room with a brand new cast. Hamilton was sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting room, texting someone. As soon as he saw me he pocketed the phone his phone and ran up to me.
"I broke my wrist," I told him before he could ask.
Then his phone beeped, and as he read the message his face paled.
"What's wrong?"
Then he turned the screen toward me and I gaped. It was a picture of Hamilton going into the girl's bathroom! Then I read the message underneath.
So Ham, want this to end up all over school tomorrow? If not, ditch the girl. You have until tonight to reply.
Anonymous
Hamilton saw my expression and quickly assured me that he wasn't even going to consider the deal. I watched as Hamilton texted him/her back.
Threaten me all you want.
I watched as he pressed the send button. Then we hopped back into his car, and even though I blushed Hamilton opened and closed my door for me. And then just to make things better, I couldn't buckle the stinking seat belt. So then Hamilton had to reach across me and help me with that too. After ten minutes I received a text.
Hey cry baby. How your arm? It's too bad you won't be able to lead us at the next game. And stay away from Hamilton, he's WAY out of your league.
Charlotte
Even though those words came from Charlotte, the root of all evil, I still felt like I had been hit by a ton of bricks. I had to quickly wipe my eyes with the back of my hand to prevent the tears from falling. I don't know why, but after the clue hunt I became way more emotional.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Oh yeah, fine."
"Who was that?"
"Just Charlotte."
"Let me see."
"Why?"
"Sinead please, just let me see?"
I handed over the phone since we had hit some road construction. He read it and handed me the phone.
"Man, she's a jerk."
"Tell me about it."
"You don't listen to her right?"
"No."
"Good, that makes you and I the only ones who know the truth."
I smiled. "And the truth is?"
Hamilton started smiling too. "That you're smart, beautiful, funny, and just over all amazing."
I blush at his praise. "Yeah right."
Then Hamilton's eyes widen and he turns up the radio. "See even the radio agrees," he says as I listen to the song and roll my eyes. It's that song What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. Then I remembered yesterday when the other song came on. Strange. Then Hamilton pulled into my driveway and I hopped out.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
I turn toward the car and realize that Ted and Ned are STILL working on the car engine.
"You guys want some help with that?"
"I thought girls don't like getting their hands dirty," said Ned with a sneer.
"Well, this one does." Then we start working on the engine, and I figured out the problem, in five minutes.
Well, really short, but what did you think? Not the best, but cute in its own way. Oh and for all of my fellow Sinead lovers, she still might be innocent. Has anyone else noticed that Ted Starling hasn't been severely injured like the other hostages? Well maybe that's because the Vespers are blackmailing her that if she doesn't do as they say, they kill Ted and maybe even Ned. Everyone's been telling me that Ned and Ted might be dirty as well because the Starlings are inseparable, but I think that might be the exact reason why the Vespers hired Sinead. She couldn't bear to let the Vespers do anything to her brothers.
I would say more, but I want to start working on the next chapter.
Thanks for reading!
Starlinglover
