Wow. It's been a really long time since I last worked on this story. I actually wrote half of this chapter and then left it months ago. On the upside school's over so I'll have a lot more free time!

Jo's POV

"Jo. That's probably the most stupid idea I've ever heard in my entire life. Which is why I'm not helping you."

"What do you mean you're not helping me?" I yell into my phone, only to get an annoyed look from my mother who is chopping vegetables.

"I'm not helping you," Maddi repeats, "That's it. We're done. Bye!" Then she hangs up.

I groan and flop down onto the sofa. How could Maddi not want to help me? She goes along with all my other stupid ideas! I already get enough heck about them from Stella (who I sometimes wonder why I'm even friends with). Whatever. Maddi's probably still mad about me punching her. She's such a girl sometimes!

I roll over onto my side. Technically I don't need her help. I just think it's safer to go with backup. You know, someone to drag into detention with me when I get caught. Which I won't. But whatevs, I'll just go by myself.

I get up and run upstairs into my room.

Rope?

Check.

Hair pin?

Check.

Grilled cheese sandwich?

Check!

I zip up my bag and run downstairs.

"Mom! I'm going to Jake's house!"

"Alright, Hon! Have fun!"

I smirk. Mom's so easy to trick. I don't think she pays any attention to half of the things that come out of my mouth. I know this because I'm pretty sure that she's fully aware of how much I hate half the kids I mention when she asks me how school went.

She also doesn't seem to realize that I look like I'm about to rob a bank with my awesome all black outfit (courtesy of Ninja).

I slam the front door shut and sneak all the way to my school. And by sneaking I mean walking down the street completely visible. When I get to the school take my bag off and climb up the stairs.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Startled, I spin around. To my surprise, it's no one important.

"Jake? What the heck are you doing here?"

"I've been following you. What heck are you doing here?"

I clench my fists tightly and glare at him. "Don't ever follow me again, you stalker!" I snap. Then I simply add. "What does it look like I'm doing here? I'm breaking in."

Jake's eyes widen. "You do realize that you'll get suspended, right?"

I shrug. "So?"

Jake grins. "I want in! Now! Please? Please? Please?"

I shake my head. "Why would I let you, of all people, help me when I hate your guts?"

"Because I need to take my sick rebel rep to the next level and breaking into the school at night is the legit thing!"

Remind me never to use the word legit ever again.

"Go home, Jake!" I glare at him.

Jake narrows his eyes at me. "If you don't let me come with you then I'll tell the principal that you broke into the school."

"And I'll beat the pulp out of you."

That gets Jake to back off a little. No one blackmails Jo Keener and gets away with it.

"If you do then I'll cry."

"And I won't care."

"Please?"

"In your dreams Jake!"

"I'll do anything!"

"No."

"Pretty, pretty please?"

"Never!"

It goes on like this for a long while. Before I realize it's a lot darker than it was before. I turn to Jake. He's still waiting for me to say no again. I sigh.

"Look Jake. As much as I love to yell, say no, and insult you, this is a big waste of my time. If I say yes then will you shut up?"

"Yes! I—"

"But," I interrupt, "there are some important rules you need to follow. First of all, do not speak unless spoken to. Stay behind me. Do not do anything stupid. Listen to everything that I tell you to do. Do not tell anyone that I even spoke to you, let alone let you breathe the same air as me. But, most importantly, do not—and I repeat—not tell anyone why or how we broke into the school. Do you hear me, Punk?"

"Yep."

"Then let's go!"

Breaking into the school is pretty easy. We don't have any good security. I know this because it's not the first time I've broken in. To be fair I don't just randomly do it for the heck of it. I only do it for important stuff... like homework.

Who am I kidding? I never do my homework.

"What exactly are we doing here?" Jake asks, eating my grilled cheese sandwich. I'm not even sure how he got it but I'm way too distracted to yell at him about it.

"Rule number three; do not speak unless spoken to."

"...I thought that was rule number one?"

"You're breaking it again!" I say, opening the door to the band room. That's where all the stupid orders are.

I order Jake to help me search for Gabe's file. Of course he questions me about it but, being the girl that I am, I threaten him into leaving me alone. I love doing that.

"Found it!" he says, handing it to me. I snatch it from him, making him fall over.

"Get up," I growl.

I open it and find a handful of orders for him. "Ew! I never realized how many girls are actually stupid enough to want to date him!"

"Look!" Jake says proudly, "Someone actually sent me flowers this year. Now I don't have to buy myself a bunch and fake it!"

I ignore him and search through for mine. Sure enough I find it and shred it, card and all. I'm about to put it back when an order form falls out. I pick it up. It's Gabe's order to Juliette. Someone must have put it in the wrong file by mistake.

I laugh and shred that as well. Juliette is a jerk. She doesn't deserve flowers, even if she has a boyfriend or not.

"Let's go, Jake." I say.

"One minute. I just want to get a souvenir to remember this moment."

He has got to be kidding me. It's school. All he has to do is go into his desk and grab and pencil and it would still classify as a souvenir. Jake is such an idiot!

I leave him there and go home. I don't care if he gets caught. I came here and did what I had to do.

Maybe I'm not so screwed after all.

Thanks for being patient with me even though I hardly ever update.

I love you guys for that!

~Beta :D