Chapter Thirteen: Thief
Later that day - Jack's POV
The final bell rings and I head right for my locker. I'm tired as all hell; it's been a long-ass week. Three tests, and an essay due. It's ridiculous.
"What're you doing this weekend?" Ianto asks, popping up behind me from nowhere. I'm finally starting to get used to it. Doesn't mean it doesn't still annoy me.
"Sleeping," I say emphatically as I open my locker. "I haven't slept properly in who knows how long. My mom's been on my case for the past three days."
I sling my backpack on and instantly I know something's wrong. It's way too light. "What the hell?" I ask myself. I open the backpack and begin digging through it.
And then I see it.
Or rather, I don't see it.
"Oh, shit," I mutter.
"What is it?" Ianto asks.
"My sketchbook is missing. The green one."
"Oh, God," he says. "Oh, that's really not good. Did you leave it somewhere?"
"Can't have," I say. "Never took it out of my backpack." I put the backpack on the ground and begin looking through the small mess in my locker.
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
Ianto holds up a slip of paper. "I think this might clarify some things."
"What the-" I take the slip of paper and read it.
You really should pick a better locker combination. Her initials, Jack? Really? How obvious can you get? Also, how the hell did you know her middle name was Elizabeth? Bloody creep, you are. Anyway, I'd say I'm sorry for nicking your precious sketchbook, but I'm really not. Besides, who knows… it could be for the better? - S.C.
"Suzie Costello," Ianto realizes. "But what the hell would she want your sketchbook for?"
My phone rings. I look at it to see that it's Tosh. "Hey, what's up?" I say as I answer the phone.
"Get to Miss Piper's classroom. Now."
*evil laugh*