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Caine gazed out the car window on the way home from Coates. His Dad tapped him on the shoulder and Caine turned around, taking his ear buds out. "Your mother and I were pleased with your report."
"Thanks," Caine said, and turned away. His 'report' had consisted of straight A's. He probably could have gotten that if he had put in effort, but why do that when there was a kid who could hack the school system and change all his grades? Caine looked back at his Dad, "Does this mean that I can go to the camp?"
"The deal was that if you worked hard then you could go to this great camp, so, of course." Caine smiled, his plan worked.
"How's Coates?" Mr Soren asked.
"Not too bad," Caine answered.
"Your Mum's going to be glad to have you home."
"Okay," Caine was about to go to back to listen to his music but his Dad gave him a look to say he wanted to talk.
"Do ever miss us?"
Caine shrugged, "It's been two years. I'm used to it."
"Oh," Mr Soren sounded a little hurt at Caine's indifference. Caine decided to throw him a bone.
"How is everyone?" he asked.
"Good," Mr Soren sounded a bit more upbeat. "Your mother's great and works fine for me."
"What about Emmy?" Caine asked as went back to staring out the window. The conversation was boring.
"Mmm…" his Dad paused. Caine looked back, this might be interesting. "Emmy's still in the Girl Guides."
Caine laughed, "I can't believe she stuck at it."
"Although it's not because of the activities," Mr Soren said.
"Then, why?" Caine inquired.
"Do you remember Melissa Lopez? She has a sister your age, Amanda."
Caine nodded, he remembered Amanda Lopez. She was one of the hottest girls in his grade at his old school. "What about Melissa? She's like sixteen, isn't she?"
Caine's Dad took a deep breath, "Well, despite being three years older than Emmy, the pair are best friends at Girl Guides. And Melissa's the type of girl that I would hate to have as a daughter. She goes to parties. Where there's alcohol."
Caine smirked, "Okay."
His Dad looked at him. "I hope you don't go to parties with alcohol!"
"Of course not," Caine reassured his Dad. "I live at a school, where there's teachers." Mr Soren let out a sigh of relief. There were actually very few adults at the school at night, and most went to their own homes or visited families at weekends. In fact, last night there had been a party to celebrate the start of summer. Caine had been thankful when his Dad hadn't tried to have a conversation at the start of the journey; it helped him to cover up his hangover.
…
"C'mon Emmy!" Melissa was begging her. Emmy didn't know what to say to her. "You have to come. It's the first party of the summer, you have to come!"
Emmy sighed, "My parents would actually kill me if they knew I went to a party."
"So would mine," Melissa agreed, "That's why I'm not going to tell them. Duh!"
"But, it's a high school party," Emmy protested.
"Yeah, but just say you're from out of town. With make-up you could totally pass for fifteen."
"Are you sure?" Emmy asked.
"Of course, you're tall, plus you're kinda above average for thirteen, which helps." Emmy didn't know what she meant, so she followed Melissa's eyes, which were looking at her chest. Emmy felt strangely embarrassed and crossed her arms over her body. Melissa went back to pleading, "No one else can go, they're all out of town. And I can't go by myself. That would be beyond pathetic! Please, Emmy, babe!"
Emmy sighed and she relented. "Yes!" Melissa squealed and hugged Emmy. "Now we just have to figure out how I'll get Amanda to not rat me out."
"Why?" Emmy asked.
"Mum and Dad don't trust me so they're getting Amanda to keep an eye on me when they go out tonight."
The door to the living room opened and Caine walked in. Emmy cast him a dirty look. He had only been home for a day but he was already getting on Emmy's nerves. "Hey," he said as he sat down and reached for the TV remote.
"Melissa and I are talking," Emmy warned.
"Don't worry, I'll keep the volume low."
Emmy said, "Don't you have a TV in your room?"
"Yeah," Caine said as he flicked through the channels. "But that's only connected to my Xbox, not to the satellite."
"I don't care, we were here first," Emmy snapped.
"I was born first," Caine snapped back.
"That doesn't matter!" Emmy yelled.
"Fine," Caine turned off the TV and sat back in his chair. Emmy stared at him. "What?" he asked innocently, "You guys are talking and so am I."
Emmy looked over at Melissa. "Let's go up to my room."
On their way out of the room they were stopped as Caine called "Wait!"
"What?" Erin was getting irritated.
"Did you hear about the party at Callum Anderson's house?" Caine asked them. They immediately looked at him.
"How do you know there's a party?" Emmy narrowed her eyes at him.
"I was just at his house, hanging out with Ben and all. Callum's let him have some friends over in the basement, so Ben doesn't annoy him and Ben invited me. But probably once Callum's had a few, he won't mind if we join the party."
"You can't go!" Emmy yelled.
"Why?" Caine asked, "Are you going?"
Emmy faltered, "No, don't be ridiculous."
Caine smiled, "Are you going, and worried that I'll see you?"
Emmy rolled her eyes at him, "You can't go because Mum and Dad would kill you. I'm just trying to watch out for you."
"Sure," Caine said, obviously suspicious.
Emmy looked at Melissa, and a light bulb went on in her head. "So how's Amanda?" Emmy asked her.
Melissa looked at her, not understanding. "She's still miserable."
"Why?" Caine asked, although he didn't seem to care.
Emmy looked over at him. "Well, let's just say that her boyfriend got a bit too friendly with some girl and now Amanda's heartbroken. Plus she wants revenge."
Caine looked up, his attention had been captured. "What?"
"She's angry at the guy," Melissa explained, "And she wants to fight fire with fire, if you get what I mean." Melissa's eyes lit up and she looked at Emmy, she got it now. "I bet if you asked her out, she would be so happy. She's always had a crush on you."
"What?" Emmy cried, disgusted.
Caine just had a smug grin, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah," Melissa nodded.
"You should ask her out," Emmy added, "But do it as soon as possible, because she is insanely hot and she's probably going to get loads of offers from guys."
Melissa passed Caine her mobile, "Here's her number, ask her to the cinema tonight and she will definitely say yes."
Caine hesitated, "I don't know, if I do, it means missing out on drunk high school girls at the party tonight."
Emmy frowned, "That's not a definite. But if you ask Amanda out, there's no doubt that she'll use you to get her revenge. Unless, you're not okay with that?" Caine grabbed Melissa's phone and rapidly dialled Amanda's number into his own mobile. He left the room to make the call.
Emmy looked at Melissa. "Are we bad people for manipulating my brother and using your sister like this?" Emmy asked with a smirk.
Melissa shrugged, "Does it matter?"
Emmy shook her head, "Nope. Though why did you make up that she likes Caine?"
Melissa looked confused, "I didn't. Amanda and all her friends liked Caine when he was in their school. I'd say they probably like him more now that he goes to Coates. I mean, who doesn't like a bad boy?"
"You cannot be serious," Emmy laughed derisively.
"I am," Melissa confirmed, "I'd say if he was a bit older I'd have made out with him by now!" Emmy's eyes widened, mainly in horror.
She turned when she heard Caine coming back in, whistling and jovially flipping his phone in the air. "He shoots and he scores!" Caine even mimed the action of swinging a baseball bat.
Mrs Soren walked in, carrying a tray with a jug of lemonade, three glasses and a plate with cookies. The three teenagers rolled their eyes almost simultaneously. "Mum," Caine said, "Can I go out tonight? I'm going to the cinema with Amanda, Melissa's sister."
"Sure," Mrs Soren answered.
"And can I go bowling tonight?" Emmy asked.
Her Mum looked at her, "Sorry honey, but no."
"What? Why?" Emmy demanded.
"Because I know that Callum Anderson's parents are out of town and I heard all about what happened last time they were." Mrs Soren glared at Melissa, making her shift uncomfortably.
"What happened?" Caine asked.
"He had a huge party and a certain sixteen year old had a little too much to drink and ran down the street naked."
Caine laughed and looked at Melissa, who was throwing a dagger look at Mrs Soren. "I wasn't naked," Melissa hissed, "I had my underwear on."
Emmy looked back at her Mum. "Callum's not having a party. Who would after his parents went crazy at him? Plus even if he were having one, Melissa wouldn't go. She's learnt her lesson."
Mrs Soren looked at her daughter with pity, "I was a teenager once and I know that teenagers lie to their parents in order to do stupid things."
"So you're accusing me of lying?" Emmy yelled.
Her Mum paused, "You're a good girl, but you're affected by some bad influences," she threw Melissa a look, "so you might be persuaded to do things that you don't want to do and you know are wrong."
"But Mum," Emmy reasoned, "I'm going bowling with Joanna and Rachel. Nothing to do with Melissa."
"I'm sure you are," Mrs Soren said, "But if all you're doing is bowling you won't be upset if you stay home with me and your Dad. Would you?" With that Mrs Soren left the room.
"Don't you just hate it went you can't go bowling," Caine piped in, relishing Emmy's disappointment.
Emmy edged closer to Melissa and whispered, "Don't worry I'm going tonight."
…
Emmy had been in her room all afternoon, hatching a plan, which sprung into action just before dinner. She turned on her hairdryer and blew it on high heat into her face. She then used some costume make-up that her Mum had given her a long time ago to give herself a pale and sickly complexion. "Mum," she moaned in her most whiny voice. "Mum. Mum!"
"What is it sweetheart?"
"I feel sick," Emmy slowly walked over to the banister and hung over it, appearing exhausted. Mrs Soren came upstairs and felt Emmy's head.
"My, that's quite a temperature you've got. And you look terrible."
"I feel it," Emmy added.
"Dinner's soon, do you think you can eat?"
Emmy shook her head, "The thought of food just makes me want to hurl."
"Okay," Mrs Soren put her arm around Emmy and squeezed. "I think you should get in your pyjamas and go to bed."
"Okay, Mummy," Emmy whimpered.
"Ooh, you poor pet. You must be sick if I'm Mummy." Emmy went back to her room and changed into her pyjamas and got under her covers. As expected, her Mum came in. "Here's a hot water bottle if you want it, and a basin in case, just in case."
"Thanks Mummy," Emmy gave her a weak smile.
"Do you need me to tuck you in?" her Mum asked. Emmy nodded and closed her eyes as her Mum kissed her on the head. "Just call if you need me." She turned off the light and closed the door.
Emmy opened her eyes and waited what felt like five minutes before she quietly got out from under the covers. Ever since she had became friends with Melissa, Emmy had feeling that she would need a plan for sneaking out. Melissa was popular, and most importantly she saw Emmy had potential to be the same. Emmy quietly changed into jeans and a t-shirt that were lying on her floor. She got the cushions and some of her stuffed animals that had long been neglected and sat on the chair in her room and arranged them under her duvet. On the pillow she set down an old doll. It was only the head and shoulders of a child-size doll that was built to have its hair styled. It had the same luminous blonde hair as Emmy, which she directed towards the door. Then Emmy placed her iPod in the speaker, and played the recording she had made one night of her sleeping. It was eight hours of heaving breathing with the odd snore.
Emmy had earlier put her outfit and make-up in a rucksack so she could carry it as she opened her window to climb out. The window was right over the terrace and she was able to edge down onto the terrace's roof. She sat down and turned herself over so that she could lower herself to a position where she could hang from the drainpipe. The drop to the ground was less than three feet. It was dinnertime so her family would be in the dining room, on the opposite side of the house. As she walked to the front lawn she saw a stepladder, perfect for her way back to her room. She stole her way to Melissa's house, texting Melissa that she was coming. She knocked on the back door, and a smiling Melissa opened it.
"Hurry, before my sister sees you."