CHAPTER3

ROBS POV

This was driving me crazy. Lucas turns up on my doorstep with a silly missed-me? grin and then decides that it's over between me and Jess. No way. then what does he do, oh yeah, he just disappears with a stupid note saying I'm alright, don't cum looking 4 me. U won't find me. Don't they write those notes, in the movies, when they've been kidnapped? Seriously, the kids crazy. I meet Jess at the school gates like always, kiss her hello then leave her when the bell goes for first lesson, "See you in Detention?" she asks. I laugh and then nod, walking away slowly. She looked kind of ill. Her skin was pale and she had black rings under her eyes. But she still looked like the same old Jess. She limped a bit, because of the wound in her side, but the stitches had been taken out weeks ago and now the wound was healing.

English. Bugger.

I plugged my earphones into my MP3 Player and tuned onto Three Days Grace song Are You Ready,

You said we'd never get this far,

You said your words,

we played our parts!

You said your two cents

now it's my turn,

so sit down

shut up

are you ready?? I listened to the second, only half concertrating on what Miss. Bayley had to say on Shakespear. Who cares?? I felt myself drifting off, when my earphones were taken out and the music stopped. I jerked awake, coming eye-to-eye with Miss. Bayley, "What?" I ask, quite rudely i must admit.

"Detention Wilkins!" I shrugged and drifted back off to sleep. Without the music this time.

"Ok Chick?" I asked after Detention. Jess and I headed for the usual stools and made ourselves comfortable.

"How's it going Wilkins?" Chick replies, handing me a beer and a coke to Jess. She smiles and uncaps the bottle with her teeth.

"You're crazy, Mastriani." I say.

"It's what happens when people hang around with you, Wilkins." I laugh and sip some of my beer. Lovely and cold just the way I liked it. Most of the time I think, what is someone like Jessica Mastriani doing with someone like me? She could have anybody she wanted, but she picked me. Why? When I tried to ask her that once, her only response was to glare daggers at me and ask sweetley, "You want me to leave?" Which made me angry and sulk for the rest of he night. I never tried to ask her again.

It was dark and silent into the night when the phone call came. I reached out sleepley and found my mobile in my jeans pocket.

"What?" I say sleeply

"Mr. Wilkins?-" I grunt in reply, I mean DUH Who else you dumbass? "-Mr.Wilkins this is Jamie Foxer from the FBI department.-" I was fully awake and sitting up in bed, "Go on." I say.

"Well, Mr.Wilkins, your cousin Lucas Roberts? Has gone missing. And I'm sorry to tell you this, but so has a certain Hadley James. Erm, from our files it says that Hadley is you step-sister removed." My what-what removed? I have a half-sister.

"You must be mistaken, sir. Lucas left today and I don't know a Hadley James." I wasn't sure Lucas had left today, though, was I? The FBI guy seemed to read my mind.

"Mr.Wilkins, are you apuainted with a certain Jessica Mastriani."
Oh Here We Go Again.