Chapter 11 – So Close
AN: All I can say is I totally understand if you want to run me over with a bus… :(
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, Dan Schneider was not a teenage girl wearing a netball uniform with fluorescent pink nails listening to the Wicked soundtrack.
The following Monday morning, the gang was sitting on the Hollywood Art's staircase while the rain fell outside. It was rare for it to be raining in Los Angeles but it was a welcome change. Well, not for Jade.
"I hate the rain" Jade muttered, picking at her burrito.
"Yes but you hate everything" Beck muttered but shut up when Jade shot him a glare.
"I thought you of all people would love the rain. It's all gloomy and depressing, like you" Tori mocked, poking Jade in the ribcage. Jade shot her one of her famous glares.
"Have you guys seen Sinjin today?" Robbie asked steering the topic away from anything that could potentially end with a pencil being thrown into Tori's eyeball.
"Yeah, talk about a bad hair day" Tori laughed.
"What happened to Sinjin" Andre asked, throwing a grape into his mouth.
"Yeah, I haven't see him yet" Cat said, chewing on a large choc chip cookie.
"There's a squirrel stuck in his hair that won't come out" Robbie laughed.
"Not much of an improvement" Jade muttered.
"Maybe we were a bit harsh on him" Beck said, his nice guy interior coming to the surface.
"No! I can't believe I kissed that guy for nothing! He deserves it!" Jade cried.
"You should have cut his arm off or something" Andre suggested. Jade's eyes lit up.
"Don't give her any ideas!" Beck cried. Their phones all made little dinging noises as soon as Beck finished his sentence.
"I was wondering when we'd meet our friend T again" Tori muttered, pulling out her Pear phone.
I see you left my messenger in the park? I must say, the squirrel is a nice touch! But things will get worse – T
"Ominous, aren't they!" Tori cried.
"I'm sick of this! Why can't we just…track down this person?!" Cat cried, her out of character outburst shocking the rest of the group.
"Maybe it's a ghost" Rex cried, from Robbie's arms. He had just come back from Robbie's uncle's workshop, brand new, much to the gang's utter disappointment. Cat whimpered at Rex's words.
"Robbie, don't scare her" Andre sighed.
"It wasn't me! Wait a minute!" Robbie cried, jumping up and standing in front of the group. "Cat, you said why don't we just track T down, right?"
"Yeah" Cat muttered.
"Well, what if we tracked Sinjin?" Robbie asked.
"How would we track Sinjin?" Tori asked, curious.
"It's not like we can dress in all black and jump around Los Angeles in the middle of the night following the guy, Rob" Andre said.
"Or can we?" Robbie asked.
"No, we can't" Jade cried, crossing her arms over her chest.
Yet somehow, that was exactly what they did. Of course, the black outfits were a bit much and they had to raid Jade's closet, but still, they were ready to find out who this T person was once and for all
"I can not believe you're making us do this!" Jade hissed, leaning against the entrance to Hollywood Arts, sneering at Robbie.
"Oh come on babe, you get to wear black" Beck whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I always wear black" Jade muttered.
"So what's the plan?" Tori asked, watching as Andre picked the lock. She wasn't exactly sure how he had learnt to do that, but it came in handy.
"Well, I'm did a bit of…spying and worked out Sinjin's Pear Phone user name, and I've been tracking him ever since we left school this afternoon, leading us back here…to school. Well, I've done the brains part, you guys do your thing" Robbie said, pushing Andre and Beck through the open door.
"So in other words you just want to run in there and yell 'what's going on in here' until they run away?" Andre blinked.
"Well…yeah" Robbie muttered.
"Oh come on you big babies, you're being ridiculous" Jade sighed, pushing past the boys. The six of them slowly tiptoed to the black box theatre, where a light seemed to be coming from under the gap in the door.
"They're in there" Cat stated.
"No Cat, they're on the moon" Jade hissed.
"Really?"
"NO!"
"Okay ready…three, two, one!" Beck muttered, and they pushed the door open, looking around the theatre, spotting Sinjin and a hooded figure in the very back corner, T.
AN: I totally understand that you guys want to beat me up with golf clubs and bats, but please still leave a review. I'm hoping to get back on board with this story, and I hope some of you are still interested.
