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A slight pairing is mentioned in this chapter: Harold/Beth. Just to let you know.

Warning- This chapter contains sexual themes. Nothing explicit that this should be moved to M, but you have been warned.

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Chapter 3: Grand Theft Computer

A month has passed since school has started. Joy, joy. Just like Much like Sisyphus eternally forced a boulder up a hill, I had grown tired of my every day hiking trip to school. Then, life just had to begin to mock me.

"If there isn't one, I have to make it myself!" Those accursed words that Heather uttered. And to make it worse? I had caused it.

Thanks to Heather Suzuki, my never-ending hell had begun. How about you begin to pity poor old Noah Stone? I'd appreciate it.

As I continued my walk to school, I was stopped by none other than Courtney Victors.

"Good morning!" She seemed awfully cheery this morning.

"Morning." I replied. Everything "good" had disappeared when Heather started the club.

"Oh!" the tan skinned girl suddenly exclaimed. "I just remembered that I have my before-school duties to perform! I have to hurry to the staff office! See you, Noah!"

Well, that was quick.

As I walked into homeroom, I didn't get to walk very far. Heather got out of her seat and met be just a few feet away from the door.

"Hey, Noah." she greeted, as her signature smirk played on her lips. "Do you think that there's anything else we need for the club?"

"How would I know?" I flatly replied, rolling my eyes.

"I was thinking that we should find a transfer student!" Heather exclaimed, ignoring my statement.

"I'm begging you." I stated, my voice still not wavering. "Think before you speak."

"Let's see…" Heather ignored me, once again. "The SOS Brigade needs… is a mysterious transfer student!"

"What do you mean by mysterious?"

"Well," the black-haired girl mused. "it hasn't even been two months since school began, right? Anyone who transfers right now is bound to be mysterious. Agreed?"

"Maybe the student's parents got a job around here?" I suggested.

"That's abnormal." She thinks that everything is abnormal.

"Well, what would you consider normal?" I asked, crossing my arms. "At least tell me that."

Heather continued to ignore me and crossed her arms in irritation. "I so wish that a transfer student would show up."

In other words, she doesn't give a damn what I think.

At lunch, it seemed like the whole cafeteria was buzzing about Heather and I. "Are they plotting something?" "Is it true that she kidnapped Lindsay Adams and Gwen McAllen?" "Why is Noah Stone helping her?"

"Say," Cody began to strike up some conversation with me, as we ate lunch with Ezekiel. "what are you and Heather up to? Don't tell me you're going out."

I put down my fork and glared at the brunette. "Absolutely not. In fact, even I want to know what the hell we're doing."

"Don't overdo it." What was that supposed to mean? "We're not in middle school anymore. If you destroy school property, they'll suspend you. At the very least."

It was then that I knew what I had to do. I had to help prevent Lindsay and Gwen from getting in any trouble with Heather at all costs. Oh, why me?

I walked into the clubroom after classes. The room was beginning to fill up with junk. A clothes rack, a little dunce cap that now read "Chief", a tea set, a bookcase, a table, and three chairs. As I sat across from Lindsay, I noticed that Heather was sitting on a small desk a couple of feet away from the table.

"Hm," Heather almost purred. "we need a computer, too."

She hopped off of the desk and began to tap her lip with her manicured finger. "We're living in the age of information, and yet we don't even have a computer."

I found my collar being grabbed from behind. "Let's go find one!" she almost screamed in my ear.

"Where are we going to find one?" I asked, unfazed. "What? Are we going to steal from an electronics store?"

"Of course not." I breathed a sigh of relief about Heather's statement. "There's something a lot closer."

I knew exactly what she was talking about. The Computer Club, with its president: Harold McGrady the Fifth.

Heather pretty much forced Lindsay and I to come with her, to both of our dismays.

"Hey, geeks." Heather greeted as she opened the door to the Computer Society. "We're here for one of your computers, alright? So, who's the leader?"

An auburn-haired, spectacled teen raised his hand. "That would be me. I'm Harold McGrady, the fifth. Do you need something?"

"Duh." Heather scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Are you stupid?"

"This is the Computer Society, right Heather?" Lindsay asked, confounded.

I face palmed. This was not going to be fun.

"There's only one reason why I'd come to the Computer Society." Heather explained, smirking. "I need a computer, of course."

"Wait, what?" Now Harold was confused, as well.

"You can give us one, can't you?" Heather asked, pretending to pout. "You have so many!"

"Gosh!" Harold exclaimed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Who are you guys?"

"I am the leader of the SOS Brigade, Heather Suzuki." Heather introduced herself, before motioning to me and Lindsay. "This is my first subordinate, and my second subordinate."

I found myself scowling and putting on a gaze that said, "Don't include me in this."

"So, just hand it over." Heather continued, threateningly.

"We don't have a reason to!" Harold defended. "We are not giving you guys a computer! Idiot!"

An evil smirk spread across Heather's face. This was not going to be good.

"I see." she stated, wrapping an arm around Lindsay's shoulder and moving her towards the Computer Society President. "I have my ways in making you tell me."

With her other hand, she lightly took hold of Harold's arm. It all happened so fast. Our "leader" slammed the geek's hand into Lindsay's breast, which caused Lindsay to gasp in repulsion.

"Harry! Hannah!" she exclaimed. "Don't touch my tomatoes!"

A flash burst from Heather's hands. What just happened? Where did she get that disposable camera? Where could I sign out of this crazy club?!

"What are you trying to do?!" Harold exclaimed, standing up and withdrawing his hand.

"One more shot!"

Heather's slender body side-stepped to get behind Harold, and before anyone could say anything else, she had kicked Harold right on top of Lindsay-- sending the two tumbling onto the floor. Of course, Heather followed up by taking at least four pictures.

"Gosh!" Harold exclaimed, getting up. "What are you doing?! I have a girlfriend! Beth would kill me if she found out!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Heather smirked, victoriously. "Cheating on your girlfriend and then performing sexual harassment on Lindsay? Not looking so good here!"

I wasn't sure if I was blushing in embarrassment, repulsion, or because Lindsay's breast jiggled slightly when Heather caused Harold to touch it. Either way, I was not amused.

"Idiot!" Harold exclaimed, in his raspy voice. "You forced me to do it! I'm innocent!"

"We'll see when I start spreading this around school." Such an evil girl.

Harold was now completely standing up, and Lindsay was trying to get up, as well. Harold began to point at all of his fellow geeks. Maybe I should have joined this club instead? Well, I didn't have a choice, now did I?

"All the members are witnesses!" the leader exclaimed.

"That's right!" a member added.

"Harold didn't do anything!" a second agreed.

"I'll just say that the whole club was planning on raping her!" Seriously, Heather. Seriously?

"They were?!" Lindsay gasped in horror.

"Not really." Heather whispered to the blonde victim. "Play along."

"Oh!" Lindsay smiled, before feigning anger. "They were!"

"You guys are taking this too far." I tried to reprimand the two.

Heather shot me a death glare that said, "Say one more thing, and I'll make your life worse than it already is." Of course, I kept my mouth shut from then on out.

"So are you going to hand it over?" Heather asked, turning to Harold once again.

Harold fell to his knees in defeat. "Just… take whichever one you want."

"Is this supposed to be funny?" I murmured to myself. Lindsay happened to hear me and giggled slightly. I couldn't help but smirk.

"Which one of these is the newest?" Heather asked, bending down to Harold's level.

"Why must I tell you that?!" the poor guy looked like he was on the verge of tears. "…That one."

"Oh, really?" Heather asked, raising an eyebrow. "I looked at all of the newest models online yesterday. This isn't one of them. Give me that one over there!"

Heather's slender fingers pointed towards a seemingly brand new piece of machinery. Wow. Not too shabby, indeed.

"Gosh!" Harold exclaimed. "We just bought that last month!"

Heather just revealed the camera once again, which caused Harold to utter, "Just take it, you thief."

"Noah!" Heather ordered, turning her fierce yet playful gaze towards me. "Carry this!"

It took about fifteen minutes to finally get the modem and monitor back to our clubroom. Gwen hadn't left the room at all, and was still reading. In fact, she hadn't said a word all day today. Meanwhile, Heather blackmailed the Computer Society, once again, to run a LAN cable to our room, so we could use the internet.

Such an extortionist.

I walked back into the Computer Society's empty room, to see Lindsay still standing there. For whatever reason, I didn't know.

"You coming back?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. When she didn't reply, I knew she wasn't so whole-hearted about Heather's ploy. Hell, would anyone be?

"You okay, Adams?" I found myself asking. I knew that older students usually wanted to be called by their last names by younger students. "If you don't want to be part of this demonic group, just say so."

"No," Lindsay shook her head. "it's okay, Nick."

"It's Noah, Adams."

"Oh!" Lindsay exclaimed, brightening up slightly. "I'm not too good at names. …So, you're here, too? I wonder if it happens to do with this time? And Greta is here, too."

"What?"

"No, it's nothing." Lindsay shook her head and smiled. That was certainly something. "I know that I'm older than the rest of you, but I sure hope we can be friends! Me, you, Hannah, and Greta! And, call me Lindsay, okay?"

We returned to the clubroom, and Heather appointed me to sit by her while she began to type on the computer. Apparently, she was going to make a website for our group.

"So, you're making it?" I asked, flatly.

"No, you are." Heather didn't look away from the screen, and pointed at me. "I can tell that you've got time. You can make it. I need to find members, anyway. You need to be finished in a day-- two days tops. We can't really start any activities until the site's up."

I sighed out of irritation and exasperation. So I was going to be the gofer of this group? Apparently so.

The next day, I spent my lunch period in the clubroom, instead of eating with Cody and Ezekiel. I took a bite of my tuna sandwich before continuing to type on the webpage. Gwen was sitting near me, reading as usual.

Even though I was forced to make the site, it was actually pretty fun. I had been experienced with computers since middle school, anyway. Not a bad way to kill time during lunch period. I had made the entrance page, which said, "Welcome to the SOS Brigade's Website! Please click below to enter." Pretty simple.

Unfortunately, I didn't know what to put on the site. I had no clue what the SOS Brigade even did! It was just some random club!

"Gwen." I turned to the Goth girl. "Anything you want to put on the site?"

"No." she replied, simply.

An awkward silence filled the room, as I continued to work on the webpage, while Gwen continued to read. I heard the bell ring in the distance, meaning that we had five minutes to return to class.

"Crap." I muttered. "Time for class."

I attempted to stand up, but noticed that Gwen was now standing beside me, holding her book out towards my face.

"Here." she stated, not even smirking. "I'll lend you this."

I slowly extended my hand and grabbed the colorful book, while Gwen slowly slinked away to class. I stared at the book for several seconds, before turning off the computer and heading to Science Class.

After class, I commuted back to the clubroom. Why? No clue. Force of habit? Maybe. I opened the door to the clubroom, and noticed that Gwen and Lindsay were already there, but no Heather. Some peace and quiet. Perfect.

I sat down in my usual seat across from Lindsay, expecting total silence.

"Have you seen Heather?" Lindsay asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Nope." I replied. "Haven't seen her since sixth period. Probably off extorting more equipment."

"I hope I don't have to do like yesterday." Lindsay stated. I didn't blame her.

"No worries." I flatly responded. "Next time, I'll help you, I guess."

"Really?" Lindsay's eyes shined with happiness. "Thanks, Noah! I'm counting on you!"

"You can count on me." I smirked.

The door burst open, revealing none other than Heather. That same usual evil but playful smirk was spread across her face. I knew something was about to go wrong when she slammed the door and locked it.

"Here, Noah!" she exclaimed, handing me a slip of paper.

"A proclamation of the SOS Brigade creed..." I read aloud. Oh, no. Not good.

"And this!" Heather exclaimed, once again, after she distributed sheets of paper to Lindsay and Gwen. She pulled out what looked like a playboy bunny outfit, with bunny ears to match. "We're going to distribute flyers wearing these."

"And where, dare I ask?" I flatly replied.

"The front gate." our leader explained. "Now that school's over for the day, I'm sure that there are a lot of students heading home."

"So?"

"Well, for one, Lindsay's going to wear it."

Lindsay wearing that sleazy costume to benefit her cleavage? So much for helping her out. Knowing Heather, I wouldn't get to save Lindsay anyway.

"Bunny girl Lindsay!"

"Do we have to?" Lindsay all but whined.

"Get changed!"

"No, Hannah!"

"Take it off! Take it off!"

"Sheesh, Heather!" I finally stated, face palming. She was pretty much trying to strip Lindsay of her clothing.

This didn't stop Heather at all. I dashed to the door, unlocked it, ran outside, and slammed it shut. I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, really.

I waited outside of the club room, looking out the window and watching students go by. Suddenly, the door slammed back open, revealing Heather and Lindsay both in revealing bunny girl outfits.

"This will attract attention!" Heather exclaimed, smirking.

"I'm surprised that you didn't drag Gwen into this." I face palmed.

"I only had enough money to buy two outfits."

"Where did you buy this, anyway?"

"I ordered it online."

"Of course you did." I sighed and shook my head.

"Come on, Lindsay." Heather took the blonde by the wrist and led her out the door. "We're wasting time."

"U-uh, Nick? Help?"

Yeah, this was maybe the first time I ever felt sorry for anyone. Getting forced to do idiotic things for Heather, and then getting a promise broken to them. Yeah, what a great guy I am. But I digress, the room was scattered with the school uniforms, and Gwen was looking at them confounded.

I found the proclamation laying on the floor. I stooped down, picked it up, and began to read it to myself.

Our SOS Brigade is looking for mysteries in this world. People who have experienced something mysterious in the past, or people who have run into something mysterious recently, or people who plan on a mysterious experience in the near future… If any of the above, apply to you, come see us! We will solve your problem on the spot! However, a normal mystery will not do. It has to be a mystery that wows us! Make note of that!

It was then that I begun to understand the purpose of the SOS Brigade.

That afternoon, Heather and Lindsay re-entered the clubroom. Lindsay was flashing pink, but seemed to have enjoyed her outfit. However, she didn't enjoy being used as fan service. She looked depressed, somehow. As for Heather, she was extremely angry. Great.

"This sucks!" the Asian girl threw her bunny ears on the ground in anger. "What's with our teachers?"

"Let me guess," I feigned pondering. "they stopped you guys."

"And we hadn't even distributed half the flyers!" Heather exclaimed, sitting in front of our computer, with her legs crossed. "Who do they think they are?!"

"Our teachers?"

"Get bent!" Heather slammed her fist on the desk. "Lindsay started getting embarrassed for some reason or another! And then I was forced to go to the guidance counselor's office! Man, that's enough for today. Dismissed!"

I noticed that she was about to change back into her uniform, and took my chance to run outside the door. Seriously, I need to get my priorities straight. I heard Heather exclaiming at Lindsay in anger.

"How long are you going to continue to mope, Lindsay?! Get dressed! Stop your crying!"

She… was crying? It was then that I decided that this had been a stressing and emotional experience for both of them. Why did I care? I rolled my eyes and took out a book from my backpack. Unfortunately, my mind strayed to Heather and Lindsay. Maybe Miss Heather shouldn't have started this stupid Brigade in the first place.

I felt the weirdest wave overcome me. I was determined to stay outside until at least Lindsay came out. Was I feeling sorry for them? I really don't know. Noah, how did you get into all of this crap?

There you go! Yes, the SOS Brigade failed on their first mission. But, next chapter, is the real beginning of the story! Something actually half-way interesting! Review, if you would!

~Raven