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Chapter 4

Diana walked through the halls of the school with a purpose, pushing through what few students were already up and at it at 7:00 on a beautiful Saturday morning. She didn't care about what time it was or what day it was. She had one thing on her mind. Find Martin Mystery and kill him.

And not just kill him for any reason. Oh no. She had a good reason.

She reached his room, turning the knob and finding that to her surprise, it was unlocked. She let herself in, making her way through the jungle of clothes and papers littering the floor. How could he live like this? She felt like she was in a garbage dump.

Through all the mess, she found her target, sleeping like a baby in his bed. Martin Mystery may be a self centered, idiotic jerk, but he was a hot self centered, idiotic jerk, she thought with a smile.

"None of that now," she said to herself, frowning. "Remember what you came here for."

Him being shirtless wasn't helping her out much.

"Ugh! He's your stepbrother, Diana! Get a grip!" With a shake of her head to ward those forbidden thoughts out of her mind, she stepped over a pile of clothes to get to him."Martin!" She shook his bare shoulder over and over, only getting a slight snore from him. "Martin Mystery! Get up!" She pulled on his upper arm with all her might, sending him and his blanket to the floor. At least he had pants on. Whew, that was a good thing.

"Don't worry MOM, I'll save you!" Martin said quickly before realizing where he was. "Ow!" He immediately shook the hand that he landed on in pain.

Must have fell, he thought with a shrug. Out of nowhere, something soft smacked him hard in the back of the head. Looking up, he found Diana, pillow in one hand, the other on her hips.

"Mornin', Di." he said acknowledged her with a goofy grin. He glanced over at the clock and his eyes widened. " Na uh. I don't think so."

He got up, grabbing the comforter with him and threw himself back on the bed, closing his eyes. The pillow landed in his face, causing him to growl with aggravation.

"Ow, Di! Knock it off! It's Saturday! I have never gotten up this early on a Saturday and I don't intend to start now!" he pouted, sitting up to try pull his pillow from her grasp.

"Hmm," she smiled mischievously. He may be stronger her, but that might work to her advantage this time.

She let go of the pillow, sending him against the headboard, banging his head. The pillow flew onto the night stand, knocking off a lamp and some other junk he had piled up on it. Diana: 1, Martin: 0.

If you could die from a look, she would be dead by now. His brown eyes shot icicles at her as he rubbed the back of his head, lips pouting like a three year old.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly. Honestly he wanted to know what he did to deserve this. He hadn't even had the chance to do anything yet! She was just annoying this early in the morning

"You sent Java to spy on me!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger threateningly in his face. He swore he could see her engulfed in flames of rage. Rage towards him.

"Not spy on you, Diana," he said in his best innocent tone. "He was more of, uh, watching out for you. You know, with Natalie rampaging around here, you can never be too careful."

"Like I can't watch out for myself! I need a caveman to do that!"

"I didn't say that," he quickly spat out, waving his hands and shaking his head. "You're strong, Di." Think, Martin, think! "I just didn't want anything bad to happen to you. I could never live with myself if..." He trailed off, looking downwards.

"Aww!" She hugged him. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard coming from you!"

He grinned over her shoulder. Works like a charm every time.

She let go of him, smacking him directly on the cheek.

"Grrrr! What? What'd I say?" He rubbed his cheek to soothe the stinging.

"Don't you ever send anyone to spy on me again," she replied sweetly, clasping her hands behind her back. "Now get dressed!"

"Why? Where are we going?" he asked.

She walked out the door without another word, leaving him staring after her.

"But it's Saturday! And it's not even noon yet!" he called out after her, but nevertheless, getting out of bed. If he didn't, her hand print on his face would be the least of his worries.

He entered the library, knowing instinctively that this was the only place where Diana could be. He walked past the rows of books, hands in his pockets as he looked for her.

"Well, this place is just bustling with activity," he said sarcastically. "Then again, who in their right mind would be in a library on a Saturday morning? Oh, yeah. Diana would."

"What was that, Martin?"

He jumped, turning to see a serious Diana waiting patiently for his reply, Java standing behind her with a smile.

"It was nothing," he lied. No sense in her knowing everything he said. That had really bad consequences. He wasn't up for that right now. "I was just...talking to myself."

"Something you do a lot, huh?" she inquired, walking past him and his sour look. Java snickered as he followed. "Java said you went to find something out about Jack."

"I did, but he's not one to return your phone calls."

"Did you mention Natalie?" Diana asked flatly.

"Of course I did. Otherwise he wouldn't call back," Martin said, crossing his arms. "Is there a problem with that Diana?" he asked as she looked like she was about ready to explode.

"Duh, Martin!" she practically screamed, causing him to hide behind the closest bookshelf. "Did you actually think he was going to call back to talk about his dead ex girlfriend!"

"He might've," Martin chuckled weakly. Java put a finger to his lips, silently telling Martin that he said anymore, he was gonna end up black and blue.

"Whatever," she sighed, glaring at him. "I've been thinking."

"That's a scary thought." He rolled his eyes and emerged out from behind the safety of the books. He didn't dare say that out loud though.

"We'll have to lure Natalie out."

"Oh, bright idea, Di!" He said dramatically. "Tell me what happens after we do that. Oh, wait. I know. We all sit and discuss this politely. She'll agree to stop and we'll all be friends." He was being cute, blinking his eyes repeatedly.

Oh, yeah lover boy? You got something better?"

"Get over yourself, Di," he laughed uncomfortably. So, she knew everything that happened that night. How, he didn't know, but the inevitable truth was that she did. Talk about embarrassing. "And I do have something better. We let her catch you."

"After she gets me, she's coming after you," she growled, stepping up to him.

He met the challenge, glaring right back at her. Java laughed as he watched the two, face to face, ready to hurt each other. He'd seen this thousands of times before and it never lost it's humor.

"When Diana coming back?" Java asked, interrupting the two.

"Uh," she said weakly, glancing at Martin as he withdrew. "Soon." Maybe she should've told Java to keep quiet.

"Coming back? Where are you going?" Martin asked, a little surprised at the sudden news that she was going somewhere. Where could she possibly go with this thing on the loose? He knew seeing Natalie all the time and having those nightmares were tugging on her sanity, but her leaving because of it?

"Just...home...for a few days," she said softly, finding the floor extremely interesting. "It's less stressful there." She pointed out.

"Home? We don't even have a few days." He checked his watch. "We have two days left. That's the end of the seven days Natalie keeps talking about."

"Look, you just find out everything you can here." She placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling up at him. "If anyone can do it, you can. I need some time alone to rest."

Yeah, but home? Who was gonna be there if something happens? Surely not his dad and no offense, but her mom wasn't exactly G.I. Jane or anything remotely close to that. But then again, maybe Natalie wouldn't follow her there.

"I won't let you down, Di," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "Just be careful. I want you back in one piece."

"Oh, Martin," she smiled. "I'll be fine. I'll call you if I need you."

"Don't forget Java," the caveman spoke up, running over to hug both of them. "Java help too."

"Thanks, Java," Diana breathed out, feeling her lungs turn to mush.

"Java, I think your squeezing the life out of me," Martin gasped, trying to push away from him.

"Oops. Sorry." He blushed.

"Not a problem," he smiled up at him.

"Well, call me if you find out anything." She walked backwards towards the exit. Why did she feel sad about leaving? She would be back. She hoped anyway. "I mean it, Martin."

"I promise," he agreed, forcing a slight smile as he and Java watched her go. "Don't worry, Di. If there's a way, I'll find it."