Chapter Twenty
Not long after Ray had finished telling Neela everything, Sam reappeared.
"I have Jell-O!" She exclaimed, holding up two cups of red Jell-O proudly. "Neela! You're awake!"
"Jell-O?" Abby asked, cautiously.
"Good Jell-O. It hasn't been sitting out for hours." Sam handed one cup to Abby. "Want some, Neela?"
"Do I even want to know how you got into the cafeteria at this hour?" Neela questioned, accepting the cup and spoon.
"I have my ways." She replied cryptically.
"You picked the lock." Abby smirked.
"I picked the lock." Sam admitted.
"Sam!" Neela exclaimed with a laugh.
"What? I had to get in somehow and Ben is horrible at being sneaky." She shrugged, sitting down on the edge of Abby's bed.
"You've been hanging out with Neela too much." Ray said.
"What? You're the one that picks every lock in the apartment!" Neela exclaimed.
"That's what you get for showing me how to." He replied.
"You taught him how to pick locks?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"It was for emergencies."
"Not anymore apparently." Abby stated.
Neela didn't respond but could feel her cheeks turn bright red.
"Neela!" Sam was shocked. "I didn't know you had it in you!"
"Abby's a bad influence." Neela simply stated.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't drag me into this." Abby laughed. "You brought this on yourself."
"Okay, fine, I give up." Neela held up her hands, surrendering.
Sam and Abby just laughed while Ray looked on amused at the sight before him.
"It's gunna be an interesting few weeks."
AN: Okay, that's it. I probably won't do an epilouge or a sequel to this story. I'll let your imaginations have fun. I am writing another one or two, not related at all. Hopefully, you'll read those too. Thanks for all the reviews. :)