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Jimmy sat rapping his knuckles against his table at the Candy Bar. He kept glancing from his watch to the window. God, where are they? Just then, Sheen and Carl walked through the front door.
"Hey Jimmy!" Sheen shouted while waving at his friend and walking over to his table.
Jimmy ran his hands through his hair in relief. "Where the heck were you guys? We were supposed to meet here at exactly three o' clock!"
Sheen and Carl looked at each other with confused expressions. Sheen grabbed Jimmy's wrist and looked down at his watch. "It's only five past three. Chill."
Jimmy scowled and ripped his wrist from Sheen's grasp. "Well this is an emergency situation! Every second counts! We've got to get that journal back before whoever took it reads it! Or worse, shares it with someone!"
Sheen waited until Sam had walked by and then put his feet up on the table. "Jimmy, I'm sorry, but I'm not seeing the big deal here."
Carl nodded. "I mean, so what if someone reads your journal. It's just a bunch of science mumbo-jumbo, right? They probably won't even understand it. Sheen and I never know what you're talking about."
Jimmy pulled his collar a little due to his increasing nervousness. "It's, uh, not a bunch of science mumbo-jumbo, as you've so eloquently put it."
Sheen shrugged and began tossing a salt shaker in the air and catching it. "Well, what else is so important that you would have written so much about?" he asked. He suddenly froze and put the salt shaker back down on the table. He glanced over at Carl, who had the same look of sudden understanding etched across his face.
They turned towards Jimmy and smiled widely. "Oh," they both said.
"What?" Jimmy nervously asked.
Carl got up from his seat and sat beside Jimmy. Sheen hopped over the table and sat on the other side of Jimmy.
Sheen put his arm around Jimmy's neck and looked upwards. "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?"
Carl then put his arm around Jimmy's shoulder and pointed upwards. All three looked at the ceiling. "It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."
Sheen and Carl high fived each other and went back to their seats. Jimmy looked at them in amazement. "You can recite that," he asked Carl, "but you don't know that Shakespeare wrote it?"
"Don't change the subject," Sheen wisely said while grinning widely at Jimmy. The journal's about you know who and now we know who. And as a new member in the club of love, I will do anything I can to help. If anyone ever read my journal of Libby..."
Jimmy and Carl stared quizzically at Sheen. "You, uh, keep a journal of Libby?" an amused Jimmy asked.
Sheen bent forward and stared Jimmy in the eyes. "Oh, like you're one to talk." Jimmy held his hands up in a sign of defeat.
"Alright, so you guys will help?" Jimmy asked, his eyes wide with hope.
"Just tell us what to do," Sheen offered.
Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, good." He motioned for the other guys to lean forward. They bent their heads in the center of the table. "The way I see it, there are three main suspects," Jimmy whispered.
"The first is Butch," Jimmy said with disgust. "He's a huge bully, and he would like nothing more to humiliate me. And with that journal, the possibilities are endless."
The guys nodded their heads at Jimmy's logic. "Who's number two?" Carl asked.
"Nick Dean," Jimmy continued. "Self-proclaimed cool guy. Me and him have always had some issues, as I'm sure you know. Stealing my journal seems exactly the kind of thing Nick would do for kicks."
Sheen and Carl nodded once more. Sheen elbowed Carl. "Three guesses as to who suspect three is," he sarcastically muttered.
"And as I'm sure you've guessed by now," Jimmy said, "the last suspect is Cindy herself. She's played more jokes on me and humiliated me more times than the rest of the class put together. Reading my innermost thoughts is exactly the sick type of thing this blonde Siren would do."
"So we've got three suspects," Sheen pondered aloud, "and three of us."
"We're going to need to split up and tail them," Jimmy needlessly explained. "If they have my journal, it would be in their backpacks. School's barely let out, I'm sure nobody's dropped theirs off at home yet."
"Who's tailing who?" Carl asked.
"Nick will take Sheen, you'll take Butch," Jimmy paused for a moment to clear his throat, "and I'll take Cindy."
"I never would have guessed," Sheen sardonically muttered under his breath. "When do we start?"
"Right now," Jimmy said. "Let's go."