Disclaimer: I own nothing. Cept Elinor, Alison, Rochelle, Tym, and Amy.
A/N: Sorry it's taken awhile to post this, but I'm trying my best here!
Actually, we've had a hard week at school, and my other story ("Accidental
soul" - go read it :)) takes first preference. Sooooo, here's chapter 3..
Hope you like :)
Tym sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He had been looking for information about the Manticore bug all day, and he couldn't find a shred of helpful information. //What am I going to do?// He thought to himself. //Max and Logan have done so much for me, and I can't even find information to help them when they really need it.//
He sighed again, walking over to his kitchen. Elinor would arrive soon, and he thought he'd better make something for her to eat, or she'd be grumpy. "Logan was right." He chuckled to himself. "Girls who don't eat dinner really DO get cranky!"
"Logan!" Max called loudly. "I've found something!"
Logan came rushing into the computer room, shirt in hand, and gave her a quizzical look. Max burst out laughing.
"Awww sorry baby, did I interrupt your shower?"
He smirked. "No, unlike you, I don't take 45 minutes in the shower." He laughed.
Max gasped in mock horror. "Logan Cale. Do you think that this level of beauty comes easily?! " She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I need those 45 minutes to beautify myself.
Logan snorted, holding in laughter. "Oh you are such a liar! You were born beautiful, and you know it!"
Max just smiled, quickly changing the subject to the matter at hand. "Yeah, I found something you might be interested in."
"Is it about the Manticore bug?" He asked.
"No." She sighed. "Actually, it's about our little friend Leah. Seems she's been busy of late."
Logan scanned the document Max handed him. "We'd better go and see Elinor and Tym about this."
".and it's so not fair, because I am obviously smarter than her, and she still gets the best part in the play. I really hate that girl. She's so whiny."
"And bitchy"
"And mean"
"And very obviously an alien from Uranus." The room was silent for a second as Tym, Elinor, Alison and Amy processed Rochelle's comment about one of their least favourite classmates.
"I must agree Rochelle." Amy said.
"Oh yeah." Alison added.
They all started laughing at the look of confusion and terror on Tym's face.
"Calm down." Elinor smirked. "They're just being idiots."
"I'll have you know that I have an IQ of 1786." Rochelle said in a refined British accent.
Amy joined in. "Yes. We are actually professors in our spare time."
The group fell silent when Max poked her head through the doorway. "Hey guys, what's up?" She asked, looking confused at the sudden silence in the room.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Alison said, giving her best 'I'm-sweet-and- innocent' look.
"Right." Logan said sceptically as he came into the room. "Um, yeah, we found some interesting information about Leah."
"Not her again!" Elinor sighed.
"Yeah." Max answered. "She's found a contact that apparently knows where Logan and I live, and, you know, all our 'stuff'."
"She's trying to blackmail us." Logan finished, obviously seething.
"How?" Tym asked. "I mean, what does she want?"
"Me." Logan said, sitting in the nearest chair, and putting his head in his hands.
Tym sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He had been looking for information about the Manticore bug all day, and he couldn't find a shred of helpful information. //What am I going to do?// He thought to himself. //Max and Logan have done so much for me, and I can't even find information to help them when they really need it.//
He sighed again, walking over to his kitchen. Elinor would arrive soon, and he thought he'd better make something for her to eat, or she'd be grumpy. "Logan was right." He chuckled to himself. "Girls who don't eat dinner really DO get cranky!"
"Logan!" Max called loudly. "I've found something!"
Logan came rushing into the computer room, shirt in hand, and gave her a quizzical look. Max burst out laughing.
"Awww sorry baby, did I interrupt your shower?"
He smirked. "No, unlike you, I don't take 45 minutes in the shower." He laughed.
Max gasped in mock horror. "Logan Cale. Do you think that this level of beauty comes easily?! " She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I need those 45 minutes to beautify myself.
Logan snorted, holding in laughter. "Oh you are such a liar! You were born beautiful, and you know it!"
Max just smiled, quickly changing the subject to the matter at hand. "Yeah, I found something you might be interested in."
"Is it about the Manticore bug?" He asked.
"No." She sighed. "Actually, it's about our little friend Leah. Seems she's been busy of late."
Logan scanned the document Max handed him. "We'd better go and see Elinor and Tym about this."
".and it's so not fair, because I am obviously smarter than her, and she still gets the best part in the play. I really hate that girl. She's so whiny."
"And bitchy"
"And mean"
"And very obviously an alien from Uranus." The room was silent for a second as Tym, Elinor, Alison and Amy processed Rochelle's comment about one of their least favourite classmates.
"I must agree Rochelle." Amy said.
"Oh yeah." Alison added.
They all started laughing at the look of confusion and terror on Tym's face.
"Calm down." Elinor smirked. "They're just being idiots."
"I'll have you know that I have an IQ of 1786." Rochelle said in a refined British accent.
Amy joined in. "Yes. We are actually professors in our spare time."
The group fell silent when Max poked her head through the doorway. "Hey guys, what's up?" She asked, looking confused at the sudden silence in the room.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Alison said, giving her best 'I'm-sweet-and- innocent' look.
"Right." Logan said sceptically as he came into the room. "Um, yeah, we found some interesting information about Leah."
"Not her again!" Elinor sighed.
"Yeah." Max answered. "She's found a contact that apparently knows where Logan and I live, and, you know, all our 'stuff'."
"She's trying to blackmail us." Logan finished, obviously seething.
"How?" Tym asked. "I mean, what does she want?"
"Me." Logan said, sitting in the nearest chair, and putting his head in his hands.