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Sparkfiction: Thanks! And yeah, being sick sucked…

Sorry for the lack of updates.. I got myself a brand new computer for my freshman year of university, but unfortunately it didn't like the idea of me being on the internet, nor me typing anything. Basically it wouldn't allow me to get internetconnection, and it didn't have Word when I bought it. But now all is fixed, I won the battle and here's the new chapter!

Jack was sitting in the auditorium, trying to do his math homework. It wasn't easy to do though, since he didn't really get math. The class he was caught skipping was actually math. Jack just didn't get the point of fucking around with some numbers, to get a different number. What was wrong with the numbers in the first place?

As he was thinking this to himself, he heard the backdoor open and close again. He looked over his shoulder, after checking if the supervisor didn't see him doing so. He wasn't sure what she'd do if she did see him and he didn't feel like getting another week of detention. He saw Vicky coming in, and walking over to Andrew Dunn. She whispered something to him, and he got up and walked out the door. Jack figured he was now going to the office of Lester.

"How was it?" Jack whispered as Vicky passed by.

"Can't talk, against the rules" She mumbled back.

Jack noticed that she looked weirdly tired. It was almost like something drained all the life force out of her. Jack shrugged, it must've been tiring to talk about yourself for over an hour. Still, the nagging feeling of that morning came back. The feeling that something wasn't right. He shrugged and got back to his math.

About 15 minutes later he heard Vicky ask if she could go to the bathroom. She got the needed permission and got up. Luckily the supervisor-woman didn't think she needed to go with her. When she walked past him, a little note fell on his table.

"Sorry about earlier, read the note" Vicky whispered quickly, still walking.

Jack nodded and opened the note.

Hey Jack,

Dunno what just happened. That chick that told you it was against the rules, ain't me, that's for sure. Felt like a fucking cheerleader. If talking 'bout me does that, I ain't gonna do it again. Damn, there goes my favorite hobby.

Jack suppressed a chuckle. He didn't think Vicky talked about herself a lot.

When a couple of minutes later Vicky came back, he smiled at her and rolled his eyes. Vicky laughed softly and pretended to put on handcuffs on herself. The weird tiredness had disappeared from her face.

Jack couldn't concentrate on his math anymore though. Well, even less than before. What did Vicky mean by it wasn't her. He thought about it, while tapping his pencil on the table.

The next couple of hours went by in a daze. Jack got in a boredom-trance. He stared at his page, doing nothing whatsoever. The only thing he noticed was the door opening and closing every hour or so.

His trance got broken at 5.30 PM. Mister Lester entered the room and walked to the stage.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen. Although we have half an hour left, I will now pause the office-time until Monday. Mister Mercer and Mister Rowland, you will be the first I speak to on Monday. After that we'll start the routine again. Now, I suggest you put this last 27 minutes to good use." And he walked through the backstage door.

Finally the clock struck 6, and they got to leave. Vicky and Jack walked out together.

"That dude freaks the living shit out of me. Fucking hell, and I ain't scared easily" Vicky stated.

"It ain't easy to not be scared. His eyes throw fire, but he's as cold as ice" Jack said.

"Woah, quite the poet you are hot-shot!" Vicky teased.

Jack blushed.

"There is my brother, see you tomorrow" He said quickly. He wasn't going to tell her he wrote lyrics sometimes.

Jack got into the car, still blushing a bit.

"Whattup Fairy? Got asked to the prom or somethin'?" Bobby asked.

Jack just punched Bobby on the shoulder.

"Fuck, there goes my last hope detention would turn you into a man. You still hit like a girl… Or worse, like Jerry" Bobby laughed out loud at Jack's expression.

"Just shut the hell up and drive. I ain't wanna see this place anymore." Jack said finally, after Bobby had stopped laughing.