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Wreaking Havoc

Ch. 3

Pain, excruciating pain….Sam laughing manically above me as I fell into the deepest depths of despair…

"That was for reading my diary…" She whispered menacingly as I slipped into the blessed realm of unconsciousness. Danny stood next to her, and darn it! They still weren't together…after all I sacrificed…

I woke up, barely refraining from a girly scream. I was relieved that the terrible situation was a nightmare, only a product of a extremely stressed-out mind (I just sounded like Jazz there didn't I?...Too many nights over at Danny's…). Of course, I was also relived that Sam hadn't slit my throat while I was sleeping.

I noticed that the other two were still asleep (seeing as the sun hadn't even come up yet, I guess that was to be expected) cuddled cutely together in a perfect Kodak moment. Me being the person that I was…and still am…I took out one of the many pieces of technology on my person and expertly took a picture, not even making a sound. I stored it away for desperate blackmail later, or a gift for their wedding. Whichever came first.

My resolution the night before came back to me, and I changed quickly before setting off to Sam's room once again. This time, I knew the general direction, so I got there much faster than that other time. When I stood at the entrance of the gothic room, I looked around suspiciously before putting my hand on the doorknob and yanking it open. Or at least, I tried to. It was locked. I grumbled irately about paranoid girls who want their privacy before whipping out one of my newly bought gadgets. This beauty was a lock-pick, password-cracker, security video-looper, and a device to turn off alarms all in one! And no, I'm not telling you where I got it. So, anyways, I just picked the door open, went in, shut the door behind me, and locked it again.

I walked over to the diary's compartment as I slipped my wonderful little gizmo back in one of my pockets. Nervousness laced my stomach. I still hadn't gotten over my nightmare yet. Never the less, I pushed my fear to the back of my mind (because it was irrational…I mean, what are the chances of Sam actually finding out I've been here again?), and opened the compartment. My breath caught anxiously in my chest as it slowly slid open, revealing…

Absolutely nothing.

I wake up early, find Sam's room in this maze of a house, even pick the lock open, and there is nothing there! Come on, what more will I have to do? Break dance in a dress? I almost wailed in anguish before remembering that I should probably keep quiet. I frantically did a quick once over on the room, but still…not even the tiniest sign!

Then, a thought popped into my unsuspecting mind. A thought so horrible, so painfully horrible, that I cringed in terror just thinking about it. What if, by some freakishly sad chance, by some heartbreaking twist of fate, Sam had gotten paranoid enough to sleep with her diary to keep snoopy intruders like myself from sticking their noses into it?

The emotions could not keep themselves at bay any longer. I dropped to my knees, my hands reaching up to the ceiling. Even through my grief, I was still sane enough to confine my wails to be silent. After my little pity session, I mulled the options over in my mind.

One: Pretend none of this ever happened and be working at the drive-through for the rest of my life if I was lucky, with not even a cell-phone on me (Not to mention my collection of PDA's)

Two: Concoct a different scheme.

Three: Get the diary later.

Four: Get the diary now and risk my limbs, life, and/or mental stability

Let me tell you, the second or third option sounded the most appealing (and sane), but I knew none but the one I was most dreading would work. The first shouldn't really have even been listed as an option. The second…how the heck could I set them up without screwing up if I wasn't sure how much they knew and/or admitted? It was vital information. Option three was at least plausible, but I didn't have much time left to waste, and any situation later would've probably ended up at least as bad. Such is my luck…(Don't even say it…). Option four was the only way to go.

With an all-consuming dread, I made my half-hearted way over to the lovebirds. I almost laughed despite my dreadful task. They had somehow managed to land themselves into an even more compromising position than before. I just couldn't resist taking another picture.

As I crept closer, I took a closer look at them. They looked really happy together, like they knew who they were next to even in their sleep. Their noses were touching and slight, peaceful smiles adorned their faces. For a small instant, I was jealous. I mean, they could have the best relationship in the world if they just opened their eyes and stopped being so blind! Me on the other hand, well…I'm sure you all know about my history with women…All girls fled like I was a mass-murderer if they even thought I was there. But this little moment shared between my two best friends gave me another reason to get them together. They had someone for them right in front of their faces. Just because I didn't have someone didn't mean my friends shouldn't either. I wouldn't let them miss out on something as great as what they could have just because they were too blinded by their own love to see.

I resolutely started to look for the diary, but when I spotted it, I groaned softly in dismay. It was in what could possibly be defined as the hardest spot to get at. It was smooched between them, and surrounded by various limbs. One wrong move on my part, and Sam would make good on her earlier threat.

I cautiously reached for the cover, and grasped it. Sam shifted, and I looked up into a pair of furious amethyst eyes. I froze.

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Another chapter done! The tenses of the verbs were really killing me there…I would greatly appreciate any mistakes to be pointed out. I hope all of you people liked it!

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