Zander paced back and forth impatiently, looking up every few seconds to see if he could spot who he was waiting for. "Ugh, where is he?!"

"Patience," Spencer reassured. "He should be here any second. It's not like he can jut teleport here."

"But we've been waiting here for like..." Zander looked up at the clock on the wall. "Three minutes and thirty-seven seconds!"

"...Zander, did you seriously bother counting every second we've been standing here?" Spencer asked flatly. "Are you sure I'm the twin who's more uptight?"

Zander, however, ignored him, seeing that an approaching Jack became visible. "He's coming! Shush, act cool!"

"You're the one who needs to chill," Spencer muttered under his breath.

"Hey guys!" Jack grinned.

"Yeah, hi," Zander said back. "Listen, we need to ask—"

"You guys would not believe what happened over the weekend!" Jack interrupted excitedly, not hearing Zander. "I swear, you guys better thank me for this!"

"What happened?" Spencer asked, doing a great job at masking his disinterest. Despite being much more calm and levelheaded than his brother, he wanted answers from Jack as much as everyone else.

"I convinced Cici to go on a date with you!" Jack's grin grew bigger before faltering for a second. "Okay, not really. She said she would think about it, but that's better than saying no, right?" He smirked at the wide-eyed look Spencer was giving him.

Spencer's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "You... You... What?! I mean, what?! You did what?!"

"You heard me, now go down on your hands and knees and kiss my feet!" Jack spoke triumphantly. "I finally got you moving with this crush of yours! Even your brother failed to do that!"

"I'm standing right here," Zander muttered irritably, purely annoyed at the fact that Spencer was now distracted. For once, he was completely disregarding Spencer and Cici's relationship.

Spencer rushed forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Jack. "Oh my god! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouth ankyou!"

"Uh, brother? You might wanna let go of him before he dies of asphyxiation," Zander spoke up, noticing Jack's face turn an uncomfortable shade of blue.

Spencer obeyed somewhat sheepishly. "Right. Sorry about that."

"No, no, it's...it's cool," Jack coughed, rubbing his neck, his skin gradually going back to its normal color. "Just...don't do that again, alright? That wasn't the most pleasant experience."

"Yeah, okay, that's cool. You set up a date for the two of us?!" Spencer squealed girlishly. "That's so amazing!"

Zander glanced at him warily. "You do realize that Jack added that she hasn't exactly said yes, right? Who knows, she might turn you down."

"I don't care about that! All that matters is that she didn't immediately say no! I officially have a chance!" Spencer whooped and jumped up and down.

Zander sighed and put a palm to his forehead. "You're embarrassing. How did I get stuck with you?"

Jack chuckled at the banter. "Quite harsh to say that about your own twin brother, don't you think?"

Zander glared at him. "Hey, look at him right now, and tell me, would you want him as your twin?"

Jack looked over to Spencer, who was now lying on the floor making snow angel motions, completely ignoring the weird looks other students were giving him. Needless to say, the boy seemed to be in paradise. What, Jack couldn't help but deadpan in his mind. Out loud, he admitted, "Okay, having him as a brother does seem to be a little tiring. Good luck with him. You're stuck with him for the rest of your life."

Zander sputtered and opened his mouth to say something, only for the bell to cut him off from whatever retort he was about to shoot.

"There goes the bell," Jack commented. "I'm gonna just go and head on inside. I'll see you at lunch, and I'll see your brother inside. That is, if he sobers up enough to come on inside." He said that last sentence with a teasing smirk gracing his lips, but he didn't wait for Zander to say something back before going in.

Spencer had calmed down enough to realize that he was still out in public, so he stood up. Noticing his brother shooting daggers at him, he asked, "What's up?"

With his eye twitching, Zander asked through gritted teeth, "Do you not remember what we were about to ask him before he told you about Cici?"

Spencer frowned for a second, trying to recall. "Oh yeah, about the grave we all saw on Friday, right? Sorry, it slipped my mind. Did you ask him while I was..." He coughed. "...lying on the school floor?"

His eye twitching even harder, Zander shakily answered, "No... I wish I had..." He raised his voice, "But your little scene distracted me!"

"Gee, sorry, drama queen." Spencer rolled his eyes, holding his arms up in defense. "Whatever, this isn't a problem. It's not like we've seen the last of Jack today. And besides, even if we don't get the chance to question him about it, we still have Cody and Anton to help us." He whipped his phone out. "I'll text them right now, just to remind them." He swiftly tapped the letters, and sent the messages.

Zander took a deep breath in order to calm himself. "Okay... You're right... At least one of us should have one lead by lunchtime. We could talk about what we found out then."

"Sounds good to me."

Zander slammed his lunch tray down on the table loudly, and immediately asked, "So what did you guys find out?"

Cody only ignored his question, and deadpanned, "Could you be any noisier?"

"Just freaking answer me!"

"Find out what?" Anton inquired in confusion. He genuinely seemed to not know what Zander was talking about.

Zander looked at him incredulously. "Isn't it obvious? I'm talking about Jack! You guys did ask him about what we saw on at the cemetery, didn't you?"

Cody and Anton shared a glance with one another. The former spoke, "I thought you and Spencer were supposed to ask him about it this morning before class."

"We couldn't though! We never got the chance!" Zander turned on Spencer. "I thought you texted them!"

"I did!" Spencer shot back, taking his phone out.

"Well I don't know about Cody, but I didn't get anything." Anton shrugged.

"Yeah, me neither," Cody added.

"Are you sure you sent them?" Zander asked Spencer.

"Yes! I don't know why they didn't get them! I even made sure I didn't test the wrong people!" Spencer shouted, his perplexity increasing.

Zander suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh, wait. You never did find out, did you?"

"What?"

"Last week, I decided to play a prank on you and I switched all the names in your contacts," Zander explained, catching on. "Sorry, I thought you knew already and switched them back."

Spencer looked utterly horrified. "What?! You—" He frantically scrolled through his texts. "You have got to be kidding me! You mean all the messages I've sent during the last week were sent to the wrong people?!"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Oh, so that's why you sent that really weird message to me over the weekend?" Anton asked, holding up his own phone. "You texted me asking whether or not I did the laundry yet, because you were running out of clean underwear."

Zander began laughing, and even the corners of Cody's mouth twitched up slightly for a fraction of a second before he resumed his normal poker face.

"That was supposed to be sent to my mom!" Spencer cried defensively. He glared at Zander. "See what you did!"

Zander shrugged, completely unrepentant. "Your fault for being too slow to realize the problem."

"Wait, what happened?" Jack questioned in confusion, having been standing by the table for the past fifteen seconds, lunch tray in hand.

"Oh hey," Anton was the first to say. "Didn't see you there. Nothing, Zander just messed with Spencer's phone."

Jack sighed and sat down. "Figures." He looked towards Cody. "How's therapy going?"

Cody shrugged. "Just the typical therapy session."

"You've been going to therapy?" Anton piped up, having not known that previously. "Since when?"

"...Since I came back to school," Cody deadpanned, giving Anton an unimpressed expression. "Why do you act like you didn't see that coming? Don't people who attempt to kill themselves usually have to receive some sort of psychological treatment?"

"Well I'm just saying, you never brought it up—"

"You mean I have to bring up everything for you? You can't make any obvious assumptions? Okay. I had buttered toast for breakfast, I picked at a scab on my elbow while walking to school, and I hate everybody, as I always have."

Anton bit his lip, trying to hold back a snarky retort that would surely result in another one of their blowups. Luckily, Zander took care of that.

"Will you guys shut your mouths for once?" he bit out irritably before turning back to Jack. "Anyway, all of us want to ask you something."

Jack nodded. "Sure. What's up?"

"Okay, so on Friday, all four of us were at the cemetery—please don't ask why—and we saw—"

"Hey Jack, I need to talk to you about something in private." Cici suddenly appeared and tugged on Jack's arm. "Do you have time?"

"Oh yeah, sure." Jack set down his fork and wiped his mouth with his napkin before getting up. "Sorry Zander, can't answer whatever question you have for me right now."

When he and Cici were out of earshot, Zander's knuckles whitened as he clutched the edge of the cafeteria table. "You guys have no idea how badly I want to shout at Cici right now..."

"What's wrong? You look troubled about something."

Cici rubbed her left arm with her hand rather tentatively. "Remember when we talked over the weekend? And I said that I might accept that date offer?"

"Uh huh?" Jack had a slight hunch on where this was going.

"Well... Don't hate me for this, but I'm starting to have second thoughts..."

Jack groaned exasperatedly—he wasn't annoyed with Cici, he was just frustrated that this was taking too long without any progress. "Cici, listen to me. Spencer is a big wuss, and he's way too timid for his own good. But other than that, he's a really good guy overall. What's there to be so hesitant about?"

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Cici snapped. "It's not my fault that I'm not used to this kind of stuff. I have absolutely no experience with guys liking me. If you had some girl head over heels in love with you, wouldn't you be uncomfortable too?"

Jack winced at that last part. "Please don't remind me of what I go through everyday here at school..." He definitely didn't need to think about all those crazy, not-so-secret admirers he had any more than he already did. "Could you wait here for just a second?"

He ran back inside the cafeteria, and as fast as he could, stormed over to where his friends were chatting and roughly grabbed Zander's arm. "You! I need you! No excuses!"

"Hey!" Zander protested as Jack dragged him unceremoniously outside. "What's the big deal?!"

Jack motioned towards Cici, who was still standing there patiently. "Convince her that there's nothing to lose in asking out Spencer! She's being overly tentative!"

Zander stared at him flatly. "That's the reason why you're acting like there's a fire?"

"I thought you liked them together."

"I do, but it's not worth going back in there and grabbing me like I'm your baby boy." Zander sighed and turned to Cici. "But he's right about you. You're being way too careful. I can guarantee you that Spencer's not a bad guy. He's an idiot, but he's not a bad guy. How would you even know what to expect from him if you're not even going to give him a chance?"

Cici exhaled a long breath and gave in. "Fine. If you'll stop pestering me about this, then fine. One date. Just one. Then I'll decide whether or not I want to go out with him more often. Happy now?" She didn't wait for an answer, as she began trudging back into the cafeteria, muttering something imperceptible.

"That was quick," Jack remarked. "How come it takes me so long and it only took you a couple sentences?"

Zander gave him a smug smirk. "'Cause I'm awesome."

"I'm not buying that, because you're not."

Zander pushed him playfully. "Oh, quit being so cranky. This isn't an intense soccer rematch, so you don't need to be such a sore loser about something as superficial as this." He began following Cici back inside.

Jack rolled his eyes, and hurried to catch up to him. Walking behind him, he shot back, "Really? 'Cause I can really picture you saying the same things I said if the roles were reversed." With that being said, he returned the shove.

Zander yelped and fell forward. Cici looked behind her just in time to see him fall into her and she toppled over like a domino. Jack, having accidentally pushed too hard, only stood in shock as his two friends landed into a very awkward position on the cafeteria floor.

Chatter in the entire cafeteria died down as all of the people in there diverted their attention on to the heap of two embarrassed teenagers. Zander, noticing this, feigned a cough. "Well... This is humiliating."

He nervously looked up to see the last thing he wanted to see. Spencer was still at their table staring down at them, but his scrutiny wasn't what made Zander squirm. It was the hurt, betrayed expression that became clear on his face that was so disturbing. Cody and Anton had turned both their gazes away to look at Spencer in concern (Well, at least Anton was. Cody only looked like he was trying to decide whether or not to show concern).

Zander realized that he wasn't moving from his position so he quickly scrambled up off of Cici before his own brother could tackle him in a fit of rage. "Spencer, it's not—"

"It's not what?! It's not what I think it is?! Yeah right, I'm not stupid!" Spencer yelled angrily, getting his voice back. "How could you do this to me?!"

"Spencer, come on—" Anton tried to calm him.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Jack just—" Zander began to say, but stopped and hesitantly looked back at Jack, who had guilt plastered all over his face.

Unfortunately, Spencer only misinterpreted the lack of explaining from his brother and laughed bitterly. "You were the last person I expected to pull something like that on me. Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore." He stood up began trudging out of the cafeteria.

Cici tried to stop him. "Spencer, wait—"

She was ignored, and Spencer left. The silence in the cafeteria ended and what had just transpired was forgotten by everybody else.

"Is it just me, or do somehow our particular group of friends end up causing a scene in this cafeteria a lot more than other people?" Cody finally spoke up.

"Even though that's completely beside the point, he's right," Anton agreed.

Jack dragged himself over to the table and sat down, his face in his hands. "Oh my god..."

"So I'm finally done with the banner you wanted from me. How is it?"

Jack snapped out of his reverie and looked at Christine, who was holding the banner she had promised she would make for him. "Oh. It's... It's great," he said halfheartedly. The banner really was quite admirable and gorgeous, but his mind was still on the events at lunch.

Christine frowned. "You're acting weird. Is something wrong?"

"Hm? Oh, uh, it's nothing. Really." He cursed himself for not making himself sound like he meant it.

Christine was visibly skeptical, but she disregarded it and headed off to sixth period anyway. Soon after, Spencer came in, and the look on his face said that he still wasn't too happy. A few seconds later, Zander entered, looking at his brother helplessly.

"Zander," Jack called him and went over to him. "How's your brother?" he asked in a low voice, sneaking a glance at Spencer.

"I'm pretty sure you can tell just from looking at him," Zander answered.

Jack winced. "Right. Hey, are you mad?"

Zander pretended to not know what he was talking about. "Mad? What? Why would I be mad?"

Jack only gave him a disbelieving stare, not buying it for one second. "Zander! I'm being serious!"

"Of course not! You're a good guy, I could never be mad at you!"

Jack's expression turned flat at that. The idea of his friend being mad at him wasn't exactly new to him, as he remembered what happened when he was still crushing on his ex-girlfriend.

"...Okay, so maybe I am, but only a little," Zander admitted, then crossed his arms. "Pushing me onto Cici wasn't the coolest thing I've seen you do, man."

"I only asked you if you were angry, not if you could say that last part out loud and push me deeper into my guilt trip," Jack muttered.

"But you know, I think I'll spare you the cold shoulder this time around," Zander continued. "Knowing you, you'll do your best to fix this. I just hope you'll be able to pull it off."

"Hell yeah, if nobody else is going to make things right, then I'm so doing it," Jack stated.

"Alright, that's nice." Zander walked off and approached Anton. "Hey. You know that confrontation with Jack that we've been talking about all day?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Anton questioned.

"Spencer's furious with me right now, and I need to fix this." He paused. "Or Jack's going to fix this, whatever. It's just that my brother's broken heart is more important to me than some stupid graveyard mystery at this moment. So maybe we should hold that off until I clear things up with Spencer. You mind telling that to Cody for me?"

Anton shook his head. "No, it's fine. I'll tell him."

"Good."

They'd have to take care of this huge misunderstanding first.

I'm sorry for the crappy ending, but I couldn't think of anything better. I tried, really.

Ugh, I promised you guys I would have faster updates for you, and I have yet to carry them out. The summer laziness is getting to me terribly.

And guess what? Still no Baby Tooth. And still no Wynter. Ugggggghhhh why

I'll keep replies as short and simple as possible because I want to hurry up and post this thing (Nah, they're going to be long. Just see for yourselves):

Guest: Yes, they will find out. That's a promise.

RandomKrazyPerson: My mom's 57, and even though I can't say she loves animation films, she does watch and enjoy them XD Especially the ones made my Blue Sky Studios.

Frosty3.0: Nah, I don't get that many. And I guess that it would be a great scene to have Jack show off his martial arts skills. Not necessarily to Samson, but yeah.

feathered moon wings: "The" chapter isn't this chapter (obviously) or the next one. More like the one after that. And I promise you, nobody remembered Anton's hair color before I brought it up. It was only mentioned like one time. And in case anybody reading this is curious, Samson's blonde.

GirlInTheShadows: No, it's fine. I'm sorry, I just get really carried away sometimes. If it bothered you, you should've said so earlier. I don't bite...most of the time :P But anyway, I'll tone down on the language, but I don't think it's possible for me to stop completely, mostly because you know about my OC Cody and his extremely rotten mouth, and it would be a little out of character if he suddenly stops yelling out a string of curses when he gets angry. But I'll try my best to use it less, and I'll even try to see if I could use the more minor words that people take less seriously.

Randomness: ...Shark. ((I don't know how to make a shark oh god sorry))

MadlyMagical: When do you get out of school? Unless if you're out already, of course. And Americans don't make big deals out of Asians (except for all those dumb racists out there). They just like to point our ethnicity out. They like to point it out a lot. I'm Asian too, and so far, everyone I know who has pointed it out meant it to be taken lightheartedly.

akizaki14: They're probably watching...Ted? I don't know, most likely not.

Lovepuppy316: Sure, use this as proof to prove that Pitch is a stalker. It's a long story, but I also have this headcanon that Jack is a pedophile and has a fetish for sixteen year olds. I don't know how old you are, but if you're sixteen, then I apologize.

DjinnAtwood: Hellish Quatuor is good too. Now I have a hard time deciding between the two names. ((There's fan art of Anton if you're interested))

Ynona: Annnnnnnnd slow update XD And I understand the Warm Bodies thing. I actually just went to go see Now You See Me today and what I pictured it to be like wasn't exactly the same. But it was amazing and I still loved it to death nonetheless. As for all my ideas, I've used most of them. There are a couple that have been moved to the sequel though. Maybe I'll scrap one or two.

Blue Torpedo: I don't know, my friend used the term Gary Stu once and I just started using it, so.

Dude: HAHA I WIN. Nicholas Hoult was amazing as R. I love his hair.

Tutankhamunfreak: Oh please, I never review at all XD So Cody's your favorite OC then? You've probably already caught on to this, but I love him to death as well. And don't worry about the comment thing, I didn't feel any pressure by it.

Dream Theme: I'm glad to see that my fanfic lightens up my readers' mood :D Honestly, what am I going to do once this and the sequel is over?

Writeous: Correction: It'll be four chapters in between the graveyard discovery and the actual confrontation. Yup, I'm satanic. ((Hey Mermaid Man, where's Barnacle Boy?))

FashionablyHospitable: Then let TV Tropes ruin my life then. My life is already ruined by stuff on FFN.

Hatsu Yukiya: Croutons :3 The truth is, I was tempted to write this paragraph of Cody and Anton sharing these croutons Anton bought and having eye sex while doing so. See, this is what you shippers do to me XD

Yami's Devil: Patience, young one.

...I told you this would be long. Alright, now review!