CHAPTER 7

Crash!

The echo of the statue as it hit the pavement almost made me deaf.

But as long as I was okay, it's all fine.

The dust and little pieces of the statue flew everywhere around me. Somehow, I knew I was lucky to be able to just roll myself to the other side. If not, you would see me dead, no questions asked.

I checked myself for any sort of pain or whatever and when I found none, I stood up and looked around the area.

Whoa. I think I had just made a mess of the whole Willowy.

Too bad.

I scanned the area again. Something about that statue didn't look quite right. I got nearer to it and that was when I realized it; someone moved the statue just a little bit, half on the pavement and half on the grass, making it unstable so that it'll fall when I fell and drop down on me.

But that won't very possible that as soon as I drop, it dropped too.

Looking around again, I saw it. One of the unicorn's leg, or at least, what was left of it, anyway, was the one that seemed as though someone had saw it. The person doesn't have to saw much, since that specific leg is kind of at the edge of the fat stone that it was standing on.

On purpose, I see.

So Mr. Anonymous did want to see me dead.

I don't die that easily, you amateur killer.

Quickly, I left the "crime scene."

Ruth eyed me all the way as I entered the class and sit down. She knew something wasn't right... we are best friends after all, isn't it? But just to show that I was still mad, I didn't even glance at her, even though she keeps throwing me little notes.

By the time the last bell rang, I was out the classroom door as fast as I possibly could before any teacher might just started to realize about the Willowy and chase me or something. My mind was still whirling with questions, though... Why had I not been able to "feel" Mr. Anonymous? Does this mean that he's here in school? Am I in more danger than ever?

But when I got to the parking lot, it seemed that I forgot one thing: I can't go home. Not without Ruth to drive me, anyway. I looked around for her, I mean, where the hell was she? Two split seconds later, it hit me: Ruth and I are fighting, remember? And to ask Skip? No thanks. Next thing I hear, he'll be saying me and him are inseparable.

As if.

Speaking of inseparables...

"Hello, Rob?"

"Mastriani, why the hell are you calling now? Is something wrong?" He sounded shock to hear me ringing him up... Maybe he sounded like that because he was trying to hide his unbridled passion for me? Hey, who knows? It could be, I thought as I grinned like an idiot as soon as that realization came to me.

"Yeah, kind of... Listen, can you come to school-"

"What for?" He cut me short. "I'm not stepping foot in that hellhole anymore."

"To pick me up, loser. I kind of had a fight with Ruth-"

He cut me again by saying, "Why did you do that for? Don't you realize without her you can't go back? Use the God-gifted brain of yours, Mastriani."

"Will you STOP cutting me short? I had a fight with her okay? And now she's gone back. Without me, of course. If you love me enough you'll drive me home." I bet he couldn't turn THAT one down.

But he did. As usual.

"Good try, but I don't have to express my love or feelings or whatever to you by picking you up. I gotta go work now, Mastriani."

Bummer.

I was about to reply back to Rob, but someone tapped my shoulder from the back... Eric. Eric Bonnet.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you needed a ride home. Skip said he can drive you home." He seemed to be trying hard to be polite.

"Okay, listen up Rob; you don't have to worry anymore. Skip and his friend, the ones you saw this morning, they're offering me a ride home. I'll call you-"

"Stay where you are. I'll be there in 5 minutes." And then he hung up.

Turning to Eric, trying hard to hide the stupid grin on my face, as it was clear that Rob was jealous (if my instincts had really been right, anyway), I thanked him and Skip for the offer but said that my boyfriend's on the way now, so it was really a big, fat No, Thank You for the offer.

"Uhm.. Okay then. See you tomorrow. Bye." And he turned back towards Skip's car looking all fidgety. What? Did he not expect I had a boyfriend? The guy who dropped me off with his super cool Indian at school this morning, didn't he remember?

Whatever. I'd so much stuffs going on in my mind to think about this, anyway.

As he'd said, 5 minutes later, I heard the rumbling of his bike, making its way towards the parking lot.

"Get on," that was all he said and passed me my helmet.

I was seriously having fun during the ride, the wind blowing around us, the feel of Rob in front of me, with my hands around his waist, forgetting that scary almost-killed-me incident... Until he shouted over the sound of the engine, "We need to talk."

At first I didn't hear him, with the sound of the bike rumbling so noisily and all, so I just went, "What? I didn't hear you!"

But he sounded dead serious when he said it again.

Seriously. Like we'll be dead by tomorrow that it was so important for him to tell me now.

But by the time we reached my house, I'd awkwardly climbed out of his bike, as he didn't even repeat what he said just now, just stayed silent after that.

"I'll come by after dinner, okay? ... There's some stuff I wanna say." He fidgeted a little. So not like him.

"Uhm.. Okay, I guess. See you then. "I put on a dopey smile, just to show that I didn't mind what he was clearly saying... That he might be dumping me?

I took two steps forward and on my tiptoes, I kissed him lightly on his lip. But he responded and so suddenly, we were practically making out in front there until I broke the kiss.

'I think you better leave now," I whispered to his ears as he kissed my neck and throat.

"I think so, too," was what he responded but neither of us moved. Until I finally took a small step backward... with much regret. I mean, it's not everyday that he was actually willing to start making out with me. It was one of those moments I hope would last, but to get caught by my mum for making out in front of the house, so out in the open? I think I'll pass, thank you very much.

"See you tonight."

Giving me a last quick kiss, he left and I went inside the house.

"Mum? I'm home!" I shouted. Not that I like saying that or anything, just get used to it after awhile.

I was about to go up to my bedroom, which is on the third floor, in which you have to take the staircase that is right inside the front door, which my mum calls as the foyer. The bad thing about the stairs being put there is just that right off the foyer is the living room, which has French doors that lead to the dining room, which has French doors that lead to the kitchen, so you see, the minute you open the front door, whoever was in the kitchen would be able to see you come in, all the way from the back of the house, through all the French doors. And not to mention too, vice versa.

So you see, through all the French doors I could see some movements in the kitchen, and then I stopped. I just remembered that my mum was out to have one of her rare "lady's evening" day with her friends and my dad wasn't going to get back until only around 6 or 7 o' clock.

Mikey and Doug were supposed to be out, too.

So who the hell could be in the kitchen?

Preparing myself for some stalker or thief or whatever who was in there, I quietly moved ahead to the kitchen. The person must've not realized me at all because there was no movements of running away.

The moment I pushed the French doors of the kitchen open, I was greeted with a very disturbing view of my brother, Mikey, making out with his girlfriend, Claire. Right there on top of the kitchen counter. Or at least, Claire was sitting on top; Mikey was standing so close in front of her, their mouths practically glued to each other.

I let out a fake cough.

They didn't budge from each other. Eew, get a room already!

"Excuse me," I said, loudly enough so they would hear. And they did and practically jumped out of each other.

"Oh, hi Jess." Claire was the first to recover as she greeted me.

"Hey, you two," I said casually, walking towards the refrigerator, as if I had not just caught them Frenching in the kitchen, practically on top of the kitchen counter, that is, "how long have you guys been home?"

Grabbing a can of soda, I turned to back at them, only to see that Mike was slowly, not trying to be so obvious, moving his hand out of Claire's blouse. Not the back of her body, but the front.

O-kay... So they were doing second base right there in the kitchen!

"Uhm... around half an hour ago I think," Mike answered me, as Claire fumbled to fix the ends of her blouse, then the clasp of her bra.

"Okay. Well, I'm off to my room now. See you guys later."

I walked as quickly as I could, out of the kitchen and took the stairs up to my room and threw my bag to the far corner of the room and changed out of the clothes that I was wearing. I was pulling my jeans out when suddenly I felt a jolt of rush hit me as soon as I'd touched the left side of my jeans that still had some dust from the unicorn statue.

I blinked. I was way too shocked to say even a word. My head was spinning, the side effects of having getting a psychic vision, but I think I knew where the saw that was used to saw part of the statue. Mr. Anonymous' saw.

I think I knew exactly where it was.

A/N: Hey all.. thanx for still sticking with this story, hope this chapter was good.. I don't know exactly what's happening to me but at one point, it's like i'm losing my flaw on this story, the way I'm trying to write it isn't so much like the way I'm trying to make it sound like Meg does it anymore so I'm really really sorry if I messed this chapter up.. I'll try to get back to the original way in chapter 8..

Another thing, i don't know if you guys know or not that I'd mentioned in my profile (and to some ppl) that I am gonna change this story's section (its in Mediator now) from Mediator to Miscellaneous Novels when i upload chapter 7 but well, i'm gonna do so in chapter 8, not 7 okay, so be prepared :)

gotta run, hope you'll tell all 1800 lovers abt my story, if it helps to cure their pain of knowing that 1800 book 5 will only be out in a long long long while =P haha.

lotsa love, nahjan :)