Chapter Five
I woke up the next morning still hardly able to process the events that had transpired the night before. It was simply surreal! I was already dreading whatever might happen tonight. Ugh, it was scary just to think about. Then another scary thought came to mind—what about the next night? And the night after that? What if I never got out of Annie's body?! Now I was more determined than ever to talk to her… and possibly cause some physical damage…
"Annie!" Speak of the devil. I hurriedly dashed out the door and ran down the stairs and to the kitchen doorway. And stopped dead in my tracks.
"Hey, Annie…" Annie said with a smirk.
"Uh… what is… Carey doing here?" I asked dumbly.
"He's just stopping by for breakfast, as usual," Molly responded, smiling at Annie sweetly. DAMMIT!!! FLIRT WITH ME, DAMMIT!!!
"Oh." I walked over to the only empty chair, which was unfortunately next to Jack, who winked at me discreetly. Yeah. He winked at me.
I'm actually starting to feel sorry for Annie…
"So, Annie, anything interesting happen lately?"
Okay, not anymore.
"Not really, Carey, how about you?" I responded in annoyance.
"Oh, you know, just the usual. Spending all day with Molly at the recording studio, which was fun as always…" That should have been me, dammit! I wanted to strangle her. "Yeah, it was wicked!"
"Uh, wicked, Carey?" Jack asked skeptically.
"Or, you know, whatever it is I usually say…"
Good Lord. Annie sucks at this. You'd think that since this was her twisted idea, she'd at the very least be good at being me.
"Oh, Annie, Clu's coming back from college for a few days. He should be here in about an hour," Jack told me. It's kind of weird how he always mentions Clu at random moments. Oh well.
I nodded, still glaring at Annie out of the corner of my eye. She didn't seem to notice, but that girl is going to pay…
I finished breakfast and headed back upstairs to Annie's bedroom to change. If only there was something normal I could change into. I was standing in all but my underwear when I heard the door fly open.
"Dammit Jack, get out!" I screamed, still facing the other direction.
"It's only me!"
My voice.
"Close the door," I ordered, quickly pulling a tight, pink blouse over my head. After hearing the door being shut, I turned around.
"It's not like I don't know what my own body looks like," Annie said, looking amused.
"Just what in the hell is going on?" I demanded angrily.
She only smirked.
"You did this!" I yelled. "How? Why?"
"It was the slurpee from 7-Up!" she said proudly. "Remember?"
"It's 7-Elev—what? What does that have to do with anything?"
"I drugged it!"
Son of a gun… "You… with what?" I asked, my head spinning.
"Magic pills! Conrad got them in Peru and gave them to me!" I really should have known better than to ask.
"Why did you do it?" I asked bluntly, pulling on a pair of leopard-print pants.
She shrugged. "Dunno. You seemed like a good target. It's fun being you! Oh, by the way, I read your diary."
"I seemed like a g—WHAT?" I could only imagine what shade of red my face must have been after hearing that. She giggled at my obvious discomfort.
"Lots of interesting stuff in there…"
Argh! I was such a moron! Diaries are so sissy; why did I ever insist on keeping one?
"I never knew you thought so highly of Molly…" she continued, laughing. I could almost feel the steam rising from my ears. Wait a second! I had something, too!
"Yeah, well, I never knew what you like to do at night…" I began.
"What? You kissed my Jackie-poo?" she asked, her eyes growing large.
"Hell, he wanted to do more than just kissing…"
"No! Only I'm supposed to be doing that with him!" Annie exclaimed.
"It's a little late to be realizing that now, huh?"
"Come on," she said, suddenly grabbing my hand.
"Where are we going?" I demanded.
"We're going to fix this," she said determinedly. In one swift motion, she threw open the door.
And we found ourselves face-to-face with a very wide-eyed Clu.