Chapter Twenty-Five

Abby's POV

Basically, the weekend sucked really badly. And what's worse is that we have another enemy to deal with. And we can't prepare for him, coz we didn't know how he'd go about things. But now it was Monday morning, and the girls were all in the change rooms getting ready for dance. As all the other girls made their way into class, I stopped Kuki before she left as well. She sighed, and smiled at me.

"Before you say anything, I understand." She said calmly. " I know you don't like Wally that way. I was just a little…jealous when I saw you. But I'm fine now."

"You sure?" I asked. "Because you weren't so happy this morning."

"Yeah, tension got to everyone I guess." She shrugged. "We'd better get to class."

I smiled, and we both headed for dance. It was a little empty now that the dance lessons were over, but now we had to perform for the end of the year.

"Right class. We're getting back to business." Our teacher chimed. "Get into position girls, and I'll start the music."

I stood beside Virginia, and we rolled our eyes. Today was gonna be one of those days.

It came to the end of the day, and we were pretty down and exhausted from boredom. As we reached the gates, I noticed Maurice waiting for me. Nigel raised an eyebrow.

"Look, Abby's gonna hang with Maurice tonight." I said. "Don't worry, it's not a date or anything."

"You sure you'll be fine?" Nigel asked me.

"Of course I will. It's Maurice." I said. "Jus' don't wait up for me."

I waved goodbye, and met up with Maurice. He smiled when he saw me, and gave me a brief hug.

"So, ready to go?" He asked.

"Sure am." I replied, grabbing his arm. We both walked off, and I felt Nigel's eyes on my back. I looked back, and gave him a sign not to worry about me. But I don't think he saw it as convincing.

"So, how was the dance Saturday night?" Maurice asked as we walked down the street.

"Yeah, it was fine." I lied. "I went home early because I was tired, but other than that I had fun."

"That's cool." He replied, taking me into a local café. "So, you have to tell me what you've been up to lately."

"Well, been busy with homework and school, the usual. And been spending time with my friends, avoiding Cree…"

"In other words, nothing's really changed since we were in the Kids Next Door."

"Yeah, pretty much." I lied again. I knew I could trust him, but something inside me told me I had to be cautious. "So, you still with Cree?"

"Nah, she's with that Chad guy." He said. "She found out I was working undercover, so it kinda got messy. But nothing I couldn't handle."

"Of course. You were the best after all."

"What do you mean were?" He asked sarcastically. "I still am, though I'm no longer working undercover. I'm considered an adult you know."

"Yeah, but an adult with a cause." I winked, and the waiter came around for us to order.

We talked for ages, and we noticed we were the only ones left. It was pretty dark, so we decided to call it a night. We paid for our several coffees, and said our goodbyes.

"So, you look after yourself, alright?" Maurice asked. "You sure you'll be alright walking home by yourself?"

"Don't worry, Abby'll be fine." I winked, and departed back to the tree house. As I walked down the street however, I was getting second thoughts. I knew I was dissing Nigel's request for company at all times, but for some reason I just wanted to be alone. I walked past an alleyway, but stopped as I saw five silhouettes standing in the end. I instantly recognized them as the Delightful Teens.

"What do you guys want?" I asked, taking a step towards them.

"The usual things that a villain wants." They said in sync. "World domination, our greatest enemy destroyed…"

"Yo still on about that. You guys need a new hobby."

"Yes, we do." Five evil smirks plastered upon their faces. "And you are going to help us."

"Wha?" I mumbled. I could feel someone else there, but I pretended to be too absorbed in the Delightfuls. "Nuh uh. Abby aint helping you or all people."

"Oh, that's too bad." They replied. I felt the extra person coming close, and before anyone could blink, I twirled around and kicked the figure square in the chest. They hit the wall, and I got into an offensive pose. The figure I booted took his mask off, and my eyes narrowed.

"You." I said quietly. I felt a pinch in my neck, and I placed my hand up to scratch my neck. But, my hand reached something sticking out. I pulled it out, and found it was a tranquilizer.

"And Numbuh 5 is out." I whispered before I fell to the floor.