Ok- I'm a bad girl. I admit it. I've been so busy, though. Sorry guys, but here it is! The next chapter! These next ones will take me a little longer because high school's started! But I'll make sure I keep up with this story, because I love writing it and I love all of your feedback.

"I knew it! I knew it!" I yelped, scaring everyone in the car and causing Casey to hit the breaks like there was no tomorrow. I was thrown forward in my seat, but I was so ecstatic, a bus could have hit us and I would still be smiling.

"Now, don't get too excited, Sammy," Officer Borsch warned, killing the fun- like always. "It will be hard for us to justify this, especially since you've made quite a name for yourself over the past two days."

"I know. But there was nothing I could do about it! Besides, who was the person who rigged my bumper car?" I asked.

"I don't know yet, Sammy. I know the woman in charge did it, but she won't say a word. Besides, I don't think she's the one you should be worried about- I think you should be worried about the one who bribed her," he pointed out. "Well, who have you made enemies with lately?"

"Heather! It was Heather!" I blurted out. Of course it was Heather. I should have seen it the instant Officer Borsch told me that my bumper car was rigged.

"Samantha, I know you still resent Heather for what she has done for you in the past, but I do not believe that it was her. She was still in the Juvenile Detention custody when the accident happened."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, Sammy. I don't think it was her," he repeated firmly. "Now, who else could have a hatred towards you?"

I thought for a while, but my mind was so clogged with all of the people who have come after me with knives, curses, bad attitude- you name it, and I've been chased with it. "A lot of people, but Heather-"

"Heather is not a suspect. But who could have such a strong hatred that they would execute such a drastic plan?"

"A lot of people..." I admitted thoughtfully. Countless, actually. It would take me ages to go through all of the dangerous, vicious enemies I've made since I was a mere seventh grader.

"Sorry, Sammy, I have to go!" Officer Borsch suddenly whispered sharply. "I'll look into the case some more, but in the meantime, stay out of trouble, you hear me?" he breathed. "Oh, hey Doris, I was just checking-"

The dial tone rang in my ears.

I sighed and closed my phone. It was good to have someone like Officer, er, Sergeant Borsch on my side, but I was such an underdog it wasn't even funny. It's ironic how I, a (mostly) innocent, (mostly) normal teenager girl would get into so many strange and weird situations.

I laid back and thought. Okay, so if Officer Borsch was right and Heather wasn't the culprit, then who would be so evil that they would load all of this crap on me?

Chills ran through my backbone when I pictured all of the people I've gotten into jail. I pictured them behind bars, cursing and threatening me. I shuddered involuntarily.

But I still had this weird sinking feeling that it had been Heather all along. I had no proof, though, and according to Officer Borsch, Heather was a saint now.

I thought and thought for about an hour, still trying to figure out who framed me and why. It was like a burning hole in the back of my mind. I couldn't stop thinking, and even when Billy and Marissa started to throw Red Vines around, I still sat there, my face scrunched up in an expression that said, "Beware and shut up! I'm thinking!"

"Orange!" I screamed after a good hour. It was the first thing I had said in a while, and it was probably one of the randomest things I've ever said.

I've said a lot of random things.

But everything popped into place with that one word. Everything that would drive Heather all the way back to Juvie.

And get me out of the doghouse for good.

Casey looked back at me incrudelously and said, "Orange?"

I nodded confidently. "Orange."

He still looked confused when he said, "You haven't said anything in practically an hour and now you're telling me orange?"

I didn't know why he was so surprised. Really. This sort of weird behavior was normal for me. But still, I looked at him straight as I explained. "Orange as in orange gems as in Heather's orange earring, orange as in Heather's earrings, orange as in Derek's rings, orange as in Gwen's earring studs, orange as in the studs on Flame's gloves, orange as in the gems on Louise's knife, orange as in the stud piercing on the Hulk's chin! And more importantly, orange as in the necklace on the bumper car lady's neck," I blurted out fast as lightning. But saying all of this made me feel strangely calm, which was strange because people usually don't feel calm when they realize that their archenemy suceeded more than they thought.

But Casey understood me when I talked that fast. He's had five years to get used to it. His eyes went wide and he gripped the steering wheel harshly. "I don't believe it! That little..." he stumbled, looking for a PG rated word. "DEMON!" he finally settled on.

Marissa stuck her head in, too. "Wait a second, Sammy. The necklace thing might just be a coincidence, you know."

That's Marissa. When you tell her to calm down, she acts spazzy. When you want her to be on your side, she suddenly acts sensible. Bipolar much?

"Coincidence? All of them wear the same stupid orange gem! How can that be a coincidence?" I shouted, adrenaline pumping quickly through my veins.

"But-"

"Whatever. I'm calling Officer Borsch," I resolved. Before Marissa could say anything else, I flipped open my phone and call Officer Borsch's number back.

I waited for several rings, but eventually he picked up. "Sammy? Is that you?" he whispered feverently.

"Yeah it's me!" I practically shouted. "I have some news!"

"Can you keep it down? Doris might come back any second now," he warned.

"Okay," I said a little quieter, but it took allf of my free will to lower my voice. "It was Heather! I have proof!"

"What sort of proof is this?" he asked suspciously.

"The bumper car lady! She was wearing an orange gem just like the rest of Heather's creepos were wearing!" I blurted, slapping my hand on the dashboard of the car.

"Well, we did find controls to your particular car, but the woman has been proven innocent. She hired a very good lawyer," he added.

"Of course she hired a good lawyer! Heather bribed her with that huge gem of hers!" I pointed out.

"Oh. Well then, I guess you'll be upset to know that... nevermind," he muttered.

"What? What nevermind?" I burst out, my eyes wide.

"I didn't know, okay? Don't get mad," he pleaded. Pleading. That was something that Officer Borsch never, ever resorted to, even if he was about to be thrown into a tank of sharks. Really. Officer Borsch would probably keep his pride before his life.

This scared me for what was going to come next.

"Heather... she came to my office, practically dying about what was happening to you. She begged to help. I didn't know! And I..."

"You what?" I demanded, my heart stopping.

"I let her track you from your cell phone," he confessed.

"WHAT?" I shouted, having a heart attack and bleeding like crazy inside.

"She seemed really sincere. Really! I wouldn't let anyone do that to you. I thought I could trust her," he admitted. "But don't worry! I'll turn the tracking device off right now," he added quickly.

I groaned. My life was over, and it was some fatty police officer's fault.

"Get out of there. Right now!" he ordered.

"You think I'm not trying to do that?" I shouted back. Okay, so it was rude. But how could Borschead have been so stupid?

"Get off the phone, and go as fast as you can away from there. I'll get there as soon as I can, and I'll call the local police right now," he assured me. I wasn't assured. Big surprise.

I slammed the phone down angrily. "She knows where we are. We have to get out of here," I told Casey firmly.

"I'm on it." Then he slammed his foot down and everyone in the car lurched forward in surprise. "Check for police. I'll concentrate on driving," he told me.

"Got it," I confirmed. "Billy, Marissa, check for Heather," I ordered.

"Heather? Heather Acosta?" Billy asked carefully.

"Of course Heather Acosta!" I scolded. But then my heart stopped because Marissa had a look of utter shock on her face. "Heather's right behind us, isn't she," I asked, but it came out sounding more like a statement. I felt my arms. They were shaking.

"Yeah." Marissa nodded reluctantly. "She's driving," she informed me.

I looked back. There was Heather, alright, with a crazed look on her face. Derek was in the passenger's seat, with a similar look on his face. I took a deep breath, trying to think straight. Not surprisingly, it didn't work.

Casey was still barreling down the freeway, completely focused on not killing us. But he managed to put his hand on my shaking arm. I felt a little more calm in an instant.

"It's gonna be alright," he said soothingly. As much as I wished that were true, I couldn't exactly believe it right now.

"I hope so," I muttered and braced myself for Heather's wrath.