CHAPTER 4

Ok, first of all. OMG! Vespers Rising is out! Well, not here, anyways.. In a week, I think. BUT STILL! I can't wait! There's gonna be a whole second series? No way! :O * faints *

Ok, second of all. I am SO SORRY that I haven't even updated :'(

Please forgive me! Anyway, I hope chapter four is long enough. The only reason to why I couldn't update OR post new chapters is because: We had this huge tennis match coming up, so I was busy everyday, and I was in NO mood to write the story when I came home dripping with sweat. And did I mention I was sick half of the time too? :\

THIRD OF ALL: Disclaimer time! Dan's turn! (Applause, applause)

Dan: "Hey everybody! AwesomeLUCIAN doesn't own the 39 Clues, so basically she doesn't own me, or any of the characters, and obviously not any of my super ninja moves! Also because she's a LUCIAN! OW!"

The only thing Madison could remember was the super-foxy-awesome-hot Ian Kabra punch her in her face. And the only thing she could think of was: 'Oh, my face! I just got it done!'

She watched Ian Kabra and that stupid bookworm slash nerdy-idiotic-freak Amy Cahill run out. She tried getting up, but she realized she broke her ankle during the fall.

"Ow," she muttered, silently cursing. My boss is going to be so angry! Why was I so stupid? I tried to inject him in a public place! She thought, as the whole Cafeteria crowded around her. Mia and Taylor came running to her, screaming, "Madison? MADISON! Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she groaned. "I think I broke a nail!" she said, her eyes widening in horror as she stared at her nails. Mia and Taylor helped her up, trying to feed her with some water. She shook them off but immdiately fell face into the ground. "OW!" she screamed, barely able to open her eyes. "Mia, Taylor! Come here and help me, you idiots!" she said.

"Sorry!" Mia and Taylor said at once, resting her in a nearby seat.

Rachel and Jake came in. "Where is it?" Jake asked her, angrily.

"Where's what?" Madison asked innocently. "What are you talking about?"

"Give it up, Madison. We saw the blue injector in your hand." Rachel said grimly, holding out her hand.

Madison looked around frantically, sweat dripping from her forehead. "I um- d-don't have one! What a-are you talking a-about?" she asked, trying to smile. The whole crowd, every single high-school kid stared at her like they'd just seen a ghost.

"Give it, now." Rachel said, stretching her arm even more.

"You're one of them, aren't you Rachel?" she asked nervously.

"Maybe. Now give it, or we've got security to take it out from you." Rachel said sternly. Jake smiled at this.

Madison slowly began to pull out the blue injector, but then rachel stopped her. "Okay, people. You've got nothing to see here anymore. Go ahead, carry on. We've got about five minutes left. Use it!" Rachel told the crowd, trying to shoo them away.

"Mia and Taylor, help her up. We've got to get her to our friendly security," Rachel told Mia and Taylor. Madison looked up at them and saw that they were nodding, reaching out to help Madison up. "Mia? Taylor?" Madison blinked.

The two just smiled and brought her to the security. What was going on? What's going to happen? Were the only things Madison was thinking of.

(B.R.E.A.K!)

Amy was sitting in a car, breathing hard. Ian stared out of the window, like he didn't have to run like a crazy monkey to see a car waiting for them outside.

Ian noticed her staring at him in awe, and said, "What?"

"Y-you don't look t-tired."

Ian smiled. "Looks like your so-called Madirgal training didn't seem to work that much, did it now?"

Amy just sighed. "It's been a tiring day, okay? G-give me a b-break, I-Ian,"

Ian just nodded. "Indeed. It has been a tiring day."

Amy turned behind and saw another black car, carrying the Holts in it. "T-they kinda saved us, you know."

"Who? The Holts? Yes, a little."

Amy smirked. "Aren't y-you going to complain about your A-Armani shirt being ruined or something?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I didn't think think of the Armani shirt when I saved you in the explosion. Same thing with this." Ian said plainly. Then his eyes widened. "I didn't mean-"

"I know, I know. Y-your first thought must've been that c-coin or something," Amy said quickly.

"Yes, yes. The coin." Ian said softly.

Amy wondered what was going on inside that Kabra mind of his. She already knew that she wasn't even in his list of thought. That is, if he had one. And why in the enormous world did he say that?

(B.R.E.A.K!)

Ian couldn't believe he said that. He had never in his life said something THAT senseless. No, it made sense. The butterflies in his stomach, the way he felt around her. It all made complete sense. He had a crush on her.

Oh no, Ian thought. It's so weird. I have never had a "crush" on someone. What am I going to do?

Ian cleared his throat. No, he cannot think of something like that in a situation like this.

"W-what is it?" Amy asked. Ian turned toward her in surprise. "Nothing, actually. I was thinking about uh, something."

"O-okay, then," she resumed looking out of her window.

"Amy?" he asked again. Amy turned around slowly, looking at him, well not in the eye, but looking at him. "I was wondering, why do you stutter around me?"

Amy's eyes widened, and then she looked down. He realized she was trying to hide her tears. "I-I don't know." she mumbled, looking out of the window.

Suddenly Ian heard a squeak, probably coming from one of the tires of the car. Then he heard air coming out of the tire, and then looked at the driver, who didnt notice it at all. Neither did Amy.

"Uh, driver-" but he couldn't complete his sentence. The car toppled over, and the next thing he knew they were flying out of the car.