I walked to the stairs, and sighed. My sister had left her dirty panties on the stairs. I wrinkled my nose, and stepped around it as I made my way up. I could hear music coming out of my sister's room, and I could tell she was singing to the music. I made my way to my room, where the door was agape.

I stared at it. My door was never open, because I had specifically told my mom and my sister that they couldn't come in because I was afraid they would open the door and see me naked as I changed in the morning for school.

I quickly jogged into the room, looking for anything that was out of place; the sheets were still in place, my books on their shelves, and my clothes still in my closet. I sighed, and sat down on my beanbag chair. I almost laughed as I remembered one of my friends saying that it looked like a lumpy boob. I was about to lie on my bed when I found what was out of place:

There was a little piece of paper sticking out from under my covers. I quickly grabbed it, but hesitated to open it. The writer had obviously made it in a perfect fold, so much so that I didn't want to break its perfection. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I folded it open very carefully.

Remember that old saying that curiosity killed the cat? Yeah, well, at this point, I felt like my nine lives had just expired.

In perfect script, the note read:

You should be careful who you bump into.

Bump into? Who did I bump—oh my god. That guy was stalking me or something?! How did he get into my room?! It was always locked! I quickly crumpled the note, and threw it in the trash. I didn't care for its perfection anymore, knowing who it was from. I stuck my tongue out at the trashcan like a child.

I strode over to my closet, and picked out something to wear for tonight. I was going to Korra's sweet sixteen, and I wanted to look cute. I quickly picked out my blue sweater, my black leggings, my sparkly black skirt, and my converse. I ruffled my hair a bit, and flicked my bangs to the side. If Korra were here, she would totally approve. I grinned, and was so busy looking at how gorgeous I was that I almost didn't notice the black shadow in the corner of the mirror. I quickly turned around, but there was nobody there. I shivered, suddenly cold, and shrugged my elbow gloves on.

I walked out of my room, and told my sister, "Jona! I'm going to Korra's party! Be back soon, and don't even think about doing experiments with the hairspray!"

She yelled over her music, "Okay!" and I left the hall. I grabbed my jacket, and walked out the door, waiting for Korra's car to arrive to pick me up.

Korra looked all serious when she pulled into my driveway. She looked me dead in the eyes, and said, "I've got some serious news, Emery."

I swallowed. Almost all of her serious news was bad, except for the time that she kissed Steve Ramble in fifth grade. I wasn't jealous, and, to this very day, I had my eyes trained on someone else, anyway.

She said each word slowly. "I found out . . . that someone likes you, and he's cute. Well, he is to you."

I stared at her, willing her to continue, and she rolled her eyes, and said, "Kent McKuller has asked you out on a dinner-date on Friday." She says this like she's delivering news of her pregnant mother going into labor.

I stared at her, shell-shocked. I've liked Kent since that day that he saved me from Steve Ramble in third grade, and now he chooses to notice me? I was too happy to say anything harsh, though. Korra then said, "I'm going with you with my boyfriend, of course, to make sure no funny business goes on." I blushed, and said in his defense, "He hardly gets in trouble. Have you heard from my mother how proud she is of that boy? She never talks about me that way, ever! She says she's proud of his report cards, and his clean records! I am too! At least he's not a butthole like every other boy in our class!"

Korra opened her mouth, and I thought that she was going to cuss me out about calling her boyfriend a butthole, but instead she said, "We're here."

I looked up, and my stomach filled with dread. Guess who decided to show up? Tall, dark, scary—yeah, you guessed it. Mr. I-put-a-note-on-your-pillow-like-a-stalker was here. Yaayy. (Warning: major sarcasm use ahead.)

How was this? I would like to give a shout-out to the ones who decided to review my stuff, even though I knew it was crap:

DallasBreanne, who said that I did really well. I want to thank you! :)

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BeautifulOblivion4212, who gave me a compliment, along with about how she's been sick for that past week, and said she read the books. ^_^

Thank you all! And please review, guyz! I really want them! I'm dying without them! O.o you don't want me to die, right? JK JK! Anywayz, thank for reading, I don't own Hush, Hush, and sorry this took so long!