Okay-for this chapter, I would like to point out before reading that no, Dingo is not a stalker. Yes, he sounds like one, but no he isn't. Another poll! Should I put chapter numbers, or do you not really mind? Read and comment!
-MuseGoddess
IN FRONT OF JACKIE O
THE BUSH ACROSS THE ROAD
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17
1: 50 PM
Dingo's POV
Encased in the azalea bush growing across the street from Skye's dorm, the real Dingo Brazille gently blew a leaf away from his face to get a clearer view. This particular view was great for spying—its leaves draped just so, hiding a person form view but allowing them to see through. Plus, a small hollow had naturally formed at the center. So all Dingo had to do was worm his way in, arrange the leaves a bit, and wait.
He didn't have to wait long. A shiny PAC that Dingo recognized to be his twin brother's pulled up to the curb. He couldn't see inside because of the tinted windows, and no one got out. Finally the driver's seat opened, and Taz stepped out wearing his favorite black jacket.
Dingo shifted in time for him to hear another door open. A few seconds passed. Then Taz walked back around, climbed in, and started the engine, pulling smoothly away. Dingo was left with a pretty good view of Skye waving before going inside.
He sat there for a moment. That should be me. Skye thinks it is me, so why shouldn't it? I always agree with his plans.
Quietly, although no one was in sight, Dingo pulled out a printout of Skye's schedule, nicked from his mom's computer, from his pocket. Then he compared the paper to his phone's time.
Still quiet, Dingo wrested free of the bush and, crouching low, made his way over to where his own PAC was parked. Destination? The dance cube.
Dingo's getting jells! (hahaha) BTW...have you voted on People's Choice Awards yet? No? Shame on you!