Chapter Eighteen

Danny stared at Teresa, trying to process what she had just told him.

iIf this is True/i Danny Thought to Himself iThen Teresa and Vlad are responsible for Jazz's Accident/i

Teresa stared at Danny, aware that he was staring into space. "Danny I know what you're thinking." Danny snapped back to reality, "The Answer is no, I didn't kill Jazz. I've never killed anyone. I'm an ultra-recyclo vegetarian!"

Danny wasn't sure whether he should believe her, but he had only one question left. "What's the deal with this play?"

Teresa sighed, "I better tell you the whole story..."

biFlashback/i/b

iIn the setting of the Casper High school Cafeteria, one of the tables were occupied by Four Girls. Two of them, a redhead and a brunette, were Juniors, Another, the blonde, was a sophmore, and the last was a unbelieveibly attractive latino freshman.

The Brunette was scanning a list of playwright ideas, all of which were so pathetic that they made themselves nautious. Eventually, the freshman gave a stressed sigh, "Why do I have to help choose a playwright? I'm leaving in a couple of days!"

Theis earned her a skeptical look from the Brunette, who seemed to realize that they weren't going to find anything useful in these scripts. "Paulina, You're part of this organization, and will be until you leave on Friday."

Paulina sighed, "Easy for you to say Porsh, you're going to Fly to New York this weekend, and my family is moving to Canada. I don't wanna speak Italian!"

This time it was the blonde who shot her a disproving look, "In Canada they speak English and French, not Italian."

"Also, you know How I feel about Porsh! It's Portia!" The brunnete yealled, drawing attention from those sitting at nearby tables.

"Paulina, Portia, Teresa, break it up!" The redhead said intervening before they got into a fight and boys started taking pictures of it on their cell phones. "We've got to choose one of these awful plays!"

"I suppose you could right better Jazz?" Teresa said, clearly getting annoyed by the present company.

"Just make a play of her diary!" Portia said smirking, "She has so much drama in her life. Did you know her brother is actu- Hey!"

Portia recieved a kick in the shin from Jazz, who was trying to control att the anger forming around the lunchtable (a majority of it hers).

Before the girls could start brawling, a redheaded freshman boy approached the table. "Portia? Are we still on for tonight?"

Portia gave him a disgusted look, "Do I even know you?"

The boy stuck out his hand, "Jake Thospherus, Co-Captain of the Freshman football team"

Portia ignored his hand and continued from where she left off, "I stopped keeping a diary when I was Twelve, but Jazz is still keeping one! Imagine what kind of secrets are in that book!"

Teresa, Paulina, and Jake excuse themselves and get as far away from the angry girls as possible. Though they can't seem to get away from the sound of a Friendship dying./i

Danny thought about this. Portia had disapeared a few days later in New York and was dedclared "Missing" and Paulina had moved to Canada around the same time.

Which meant both Teresa and Jake knew that Jazz had wriiten down secrets (including Danny's secrets) in a diary.

Teresa rose to her feet. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but I need to catch a train to Chicago, I going to live with my dad while this blows over." Teresa looked at Danny, "By the way, I'll bet you anything you'll get the lead part in the play, even if you were worse at acting, than Foley is at singing. But remember Danny, be careful." And with that, Teresa grabbed her raincoat and was consumed by the darkness that began outside the front door.