Aaaand the 6th chapter too! Aren't you lucky people today! Enjoy :-)
'Ready to rock and roll?' Marco asked Jake, knocking on his bedroom door. He opened it ever so slightly, and peered in. Jake was sat on his bed, head in his hands. 'What's up Jakey?'
'This whole damned prom! I'm going with a girl I can't stand, Cassie's got a date when I thought she wouldn't even go, and this tux looks ridiculous,' he said, looking up at Marco.
'Hey man, we all look like dorks in tux's. Except me, of course.' He joked. 'The name's Bond. Marco Bond.' He adopted a rather pants English accent, and mimed a gun with his hands. Jake smiled.
'Comeon then, action hero. Let's go save the world.' He said, getting up from his position on the bed.
'Gone to Prom. Be back no later than 12. see you,' he scrawled the message on a piece of paper. Someone'd pick it up. He and Marco left, and started on their way to school. Jake was meeting Jodie there.
He actually met her running down the street to greet him. She hugged him, and twisted his hand into hers as they walked down to the school entrance. Jake tried his best to shake her off, to no avail. For the first hour and a half, all Jodie would do was cling to Jake's side, whinging and moaning about her dress.
'You look great,' he mumbled, telepathically telling her to shut the hell up. The messages didn't seem to get though, however. She still kept on whining.
'She is doing my head in!' Jake said, holding his head in frustration. He had managed to get just a little time on his own in the bathroom when Jodie went off to talk with some friends. Marco just looked on in silence.
'Why the hell did I even agree to come with her?' he asked, seemingly on the verge of tears. 'If only I'd've asked Cassie...'
'Yeah well, Jake. You didn't. Your mistake.' Marco said, seriously for once. 'Come on, Jodie'll be sending a search party to look for you,' he grabbed Jake's arm and pulled him out of the restroom.
'Jake!' Jodie screamed as she raced across the gym floor to greet him. Half way, however, she tripped, and slid across the gym floor, much to the amusement of the whole school. Tears dripping down her face, she screamed she'd broken her ankle. Mrs Greenfell, one of the supervising teachers, carefully looked at it and confirmed it was no more than just a sprain.
'I want my parents!' Jodie shouted, and so they were called. On arrival at the scene, they demanded to know why an ambulance hadn't been called. Jake saw his opportunity and made a runner, out of the school and into the streets of the city, glad at last to have gotten away from Jodie.