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Surprising Shock

Jay and Herry found Odie checking the back of a vending machine.

"Odie, are you ok?" Jay approached him.

"Did you lose something back there?" Herry added.

Odie jumped and turned around. "Guys!" He cried. "I was looking all over for you."

"Got carried away with his game," Herry mumbled to Jay.

Jay sort of smiled and returned to Odie. "Well, we were in Orlando's room-"

"Hold up!" Odie demanded. "You mean you actually walked straight into his room?"

"Long story, Odie," Herry piped. Jay explained what happened in Orlando's room to Odie. He was cool with every bit except for the orange juice.

"You guys drank Orlando's juice?" Odie asked, disbelievingly.

The other two boys looked at each other before Herry responded. "Yeah, so what?"

"And you didn't even check if any poison was added?" Odie waved his hands around.

Jay frowned slightly. "No," He said slowly. "But Odie, you've already heard about it. Orlando is anything but mean. If he saw us eavesdropping in his privacy, he would have acted while we were unconscious then, would he? It would be the perfect chance for him to bound and gag us."

Odie paused. "Well, yeah but the thing is," He dropped his voice. "What if you're not his target? Or the time wasn't ripe enough for him to strike?"

Herry looked at Jay. "He's got a point."

"Well," Jay stalled for some time, thinking about his words. "We'll keep it low for a while. If anything fishy happens, we'll be on Orlando's back the second after."

"Cool," Odie nodded. "And in the meantime," He took out his virtual flying game again. "I'll get to play this!"

"Odie!" Herry and Jay groaned and ditched him again, calling it a day. But before they could reach their doors, Archie and Neil came flinging down the hall.

"Hey guys," Neil called out brightly.

Archie reached them and then lowered his voice. "Any new leads?"

Jay shook his head. "Sorry, Arch but we've found nothing negative about Orlando." Herry added.

The purple haired teenager stared at the two. "Absolutely nothing?" He asked. "Not even a phone call?"

"Now that you mentioned it," Jay continued. "The phone did ring once but Orlando said it was from his grandmother."

Archie looked dispirited. "It's ok, Arch," Herry tried to brighten up the teenager. "There's bound to be more girls like Atlanta."

Jay, Neil and Archie all looked at Herry. He sighed. "Ok, so maybe there won't be any girls like Atlanta. Ah well, that's l-"

He was about to say "life" when Archie interrupted him. "I'm going to do the stalking this time."

The others looked at each other. "What?" Neil asked.

"I'm going to do the stalking this time." Archie repeated. "I know Orlando's up to something, I just feel it."

"Archie, tomorrow's Saturday, you're not really going to spend the whole glorious weekend watching Orlando, are you?" Herry asked.

"I'm going to find out what Orlando's doing." Archie stuck to his plan.

Jay saw that his friend wasn't going to give up so he gave up. "Ok guys, let's give Archie another chance. Now can we go to bed? I'm exhausted." He stumbled into his room and immediately fell asleep on the floor.

Herry entered his room, changed into his pyjamas and was automatically snoring after two seconds on his bed.

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"Atlanta! Hey, Atlanta!"

The red haired teenager turned around and saw Orlando racing down the hall towards her and Theresa. Ok, Atlanta, she coached, stay cool.

"What's up?" She asked causally.

"Nothing too much, really," Orlando admitted. "I was just wondering if-"

"Uh, maybe I should leave this conversation." Theresa backed away from the two.

Atlanta and Orlando looked at her. "Oh, sorry, my name is Orlando." He stuck out his hand and Theresa took it.

"Theresa," The red haired teenager replied. "Where did you get that earring?" She pointed to his hoop earring on his left earlobe.

"Antique," Orlando answered causally. "I got it from a thrift shop."

It certainly looked antique-ish, Theresa thought, and not to mention the killer face and the punk sensation you get. No wonder Atlanta likes him so much!

"I'll just be in my room, ok?" Theresa backed away as swiftly as possible.

"That's cool; I'll talk to you tomorrow." Atlanta called back and then turned her attention to Orlando. "So what-"

But she suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. Orlando was pulling out something from his pocket. It was a pendant strung to a chain. All of it was golden and an "A" was plastered in the front.

Atlanta recognized the necklace. It was her key to the janitor's closet. "Hey, that's mine!" She cried indignantly.

Orlando looked at her. "I know,"

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…Nothing much to say here except to continue the reviews please. And I promise the next chapter will have some mentions about the Valentine Dance.