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On the way back, it began to rain.
It suited my mood alright; I walked faster, desperate to get back before catching a cold. Too late for that.
I walked in through the front door and sneezed, twice.
"Great, as if losing my boyfriend isn't enough, I have to get a cold as well!" I muttered to myself as I put my jacket up.
"What was that, hun?" Mrs. Abrams asked. She was leaning against the doorway to the dining room. I was about to say something but was interrupted by another sneeze.
"Oh dear, you're sick. Are you hungry? No, she needs some medicine and some rest…" I watched Mrs. Abrams mutter to herself as she searches her medicine cabinet. She was fussing over me; she was acting like she was my mum. Of course my real mum doesn't do that, but it's still really nice of her. Even after what I did to Josh, what I've put him through, she still cared for me. I was touched.
"N-no thanks, Mrs. Abrams, I think I might just go upstairs and get some rest." I told her sheepishly and sneezed, again. She smiled and nodded.
I closed the door to my bedroom and locked it. I pulled out all the details and information on Roseville High and got started on planning my rescue mission to save my boyfriend, muttering to myself the whole way.
Halfway through the planning I heard someone knock on the door. I thought it might be Bex but I pushed all my stuff under the bed just in case and ran to the door.
"What are you doing in there?" Josh asked as soon as I opened the door. "I heard voices."
"Oh.. uhh, I was, uh, reading… something." Damn, that didn't come out very well. Way to go, Cammie, I thought to myself. Jeez coming here is making me lose creativity. "I was reading aloud, for drama, I need to say all the character voices." I lied. That was much better, I complimented myself.
"Oh." Was Josh's good comeback. "And where's Zach? I didn't see him at dinner, I was just wondering if he got expelled? Or something like that?" He asked hopefully.
"Sorry to crush your dream, Josh but Zach didn't get in trouble. He just--"
What should I say, what should I say? "Uhh, he's at a sleepover. Yes, a sleepover with some of his old friends." Urgh, I really do need to practice my spy skills.
"Oh." He said again. "Well anyways, there's this dance coming up, it's for a fundraiser," He added quickly. I noticed he was fidgeting a lot. I was running out of patience. "And… uh, I-I was wondering if… you know, if you could come to the dance with me… as a friend?" He finished – finally.
"That is, if Zach doesn't mind." He added.
I whacked my brain for an answer for this but I got nothing.
"Uhh, can I take a raincheck on this one?" I asked. Josh looked disappointed, but he nodded. I closed the door and shook my head. Josh, Josh, what am I going to do with you? I thought to myself, smiling.
After he's gone, I resumed planning. More quiet this time. But fifteen minutes later there was another knock on the door.
"What is it now?" I asked loudly. I walked swiftly over to the door and opened it, to find Bex standing there, shoulders hunched, legs twitching, as if she was about to pounce. I was right. As soon as she saw me she jumped, making a swishing noise as she flew towards me. Since I already knew it was coming, I stepped back in time and she landed on the floor.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked, closing the door the second time. Bex sat down on her bed. But there was something wrong with her. Bex and I have been best friends since we were five. Bex never jumped like that. And there was also something about the way she sits. Bex would sit like a lady from a movie, with one leg over the other and her hands on her lap. Her back would be straight and her shoulders broad and even.
This one sits cross legged on the bed, with her shoulders still hunched, head looking around and hands scratching her neck. This is definitely not Rebecca Baxter.
"State your name, intruder." (soz I always wanted to say that lol.) I said firmly, the spy in me getting ready to be in charge.
The intruder just looked at me. That idea didn't work, let's try something else. I smiled evilly.
I did a cartwheel, then I summersault (just to show off, you know, tell her I can take her out if I have to), landed in front of her, dragged her and a chair towards the middle of the room and tied her hands and legs up with a belt and my hair bands.
I looked at her now, she still looked the same, confused and amused at the same time, I didn't know what to do.
"Are you gonna answer my question?" I asked. The girl looked at me, then at her feet.
"I guess not." I muttered to myself and ran off to the bathroom to find a razorblade. I ran back and luckily found the stranger still tied to the chair.
Normally you're not meant to leave a captive alone unless you know it's safe (which usually means the captive is in an electric chair or is just very secure) or a guard is with the captive. But it wasn't safe, because if I were her, it would take more than just a belt and a few heard bands to keep me to a chair. I would've escaped already.
I grabbed her hand and pressed my razorblade into her skin. Crimson red blood oozed out, dripped to the floor and got soaked into the carpet. So sorry, Mrs. Abrams, I thought. But I pressed harder, causing more blood to drip on to the carpet.
As I was doing it, I looked intently at the girl. Watching her every move, observing her facial expressions. She didn't say anything. No gasping in pain, no biting lips, no anything. Her facial expression didn't change either, she still looked confused, she didn't even notice that I was cutting her wrist. Something's wrong.
Well that's the end of this extra long chapter. Love it? Hate it? Just review. And tell me what should happen in the next chapter. Kthxbye.