Hey... So, I'm sorry for the short chapter, I haven't been having enough time to write. My uncle's been using my laptop for the past few days and now I have a bunch of weird police/law stuff in here... And I've been writing for fictionpress. Could you guys please give my story there a try? My penname is i-suck-at-usernames (don't judge me...). Okay, enough of that, on to chapter... 7 is it?

Eddie's POV

Have you ever seen the results of a catfight? Yes? No? Well, it isn't pretty. We had gotten back to the girls around twenty minutes after we heard the shriek. Believe it or not, we got lost. There were hallways we've never seen, heard of or been through. Jenny's nose was red and it was gushing out a bit of blood and it was a bit crooked… I guess Patricia broke her nose. And just then, Patricia walked past us from the direction of the bathroom. She had marks diagonally on her cheek and arms; to sum it up; she was scratched up pretty badly. The nails Jenny has… I will never know how she makes them so sharp. Patricia sat down on the ground across from Mara.

"So, anyone knows how we'll get food?" Mara asked. She was glancing back and forth nervously between Jenny and Patricia.

"The cafeteria?" Jerome suggested.

"How will we open the door, exactly?" Mara retorted.

"Pick the lock, duh," Jerome replied, rolling his eyes.

"And you would know how?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"The answer to that is no. But Patricia could," Jerome answered.

"Someone mentioned my name. Why?" Patricia asked, suddenly appearing behind Jerome

"Pick the canteen lock," Mara said.

"What?"

"Pick the lock."

"Why?"

"To open the door," Jerome answered. Patricia shot him a glare before focusing her attention back to Mara.

"What for?"

"We need food or we'll starve," she answered.

"Why me though?"

"Because none of these two blondes can do so," Mara replied.

"That is discrimination against blondes!" Jerome yelled.

"No, it's the truth."

"What time is it?" Patricia asked.

"Like, five forty… something," Jerome answered.

"We still have a long way to go…"

Patricia's POV

Three hours had passed. It was now eight thirty and I was starving.

"Let's go pick that damn lock before my stomach digests itself," I said, getting on my feet and walking towards the hallway leading to the cafeteria. Jenny had disappeared a few hours ago. Thank the Lord for that. I don't think I can I can stand another second with her. I heard the three stand up behind me and follow me down the hallway.

You would think the cafeteria was going to be locked and most importantly, empty. But no, there sat Jenny, eating a taco and some French fries. If anyone of you readers expected to see that please, raise your hand. No one? Good, then we're on the same page. Anyway, back to my state of shock;

"What?" Mara blurted out, staring wide eyed at the freaky being we call Jenny.

"What what?" Jenny asked, staring at us 'innocently'.

"What do you think? You disappeared, and now you're here!" I replied, staring at her curiously. "How?"

She wiggled her fingers in front of her face and said, "Magic."

I gave her a dry look and she sighed.

"Fine, I picked the lock," she answered.

"I don't remember you being able to do that…" Eddie muttered.

"You don't? Do you remember fifth grade science lab? Sixth grade teachers' lounge and freshman year… that blonde's house."

"Oh… wait, which blonde?" He asked.

"Brittany and that other one… Tiffany was it?"

"Oh…" Eddie replied. And an awkward silence fell over us… That is until Jerome spoke up.

"That's it. I'm starving. Bye." And he walked off towards the kitchen door. About five minutes later, his head poked out of the door;

"Do any of you know how to cook?" He asked. Everyone shook their heads but Jenny.

"Mara?"

"I could make simple sandwiches and toast but nothing that involves a stove. I'll probably burn down the school."

"And Patricia?"

"Kitchen appliances hate me and I hate them. I can't even make toast. But I can burn water and explode us."

"Okay… So, Jenny?"

"Sure," Jenny replied as I shot her a wary look. "Relax, Patricia. I won't poison your food…"

"Are you really sure you won't poison my food?" I asked.

"Yeah… I guess I won't unless you get on my nerves," she replied. Okay, I had to admit that Jenny actually scared me a little. A bit more than how much Victor creeps me out.

"Okay… Thanks, I guess…?" I replied unsurely. Just as Jenny started walking towards the kitchen, I heard Mara whisper to Eddie and Jerome.

"That's a start to a beautiful friendship."

"I heard that, you know," I told her.

"I heard that too!" Jenny yelled from the kitchen.

"You did?!" Jerome exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Nah, just kidding. What did she say?" She asked, again still in the kitchen.

"She said, and I quote, 'that's a start to a beautiful friendship'," I replied. Jenny laughed.

"Nah…" She said.

"I agree with Jenny on this," I said. "But really, Jenny. Start cooking. Please…"

"Fine," I heard Jenny huff from the kitchen. "But I hope you don't mind a little weird taste in your food tonight, Patricia…"

"What?" I asked. She worries me, really. I didn't know just exactly what she was capable of.

"Nothing!" She yelled sweetly from the kitchen.

"Jenny, don't you even think about it," I warned, stalking off into the kitchen.

Jenny's POV

I knew that Patricia knew that I won't actually poison her food. Because that could actually like, kill her or knock her out. And hey, I don't want to be charged for murder. But she also knew that I could put a whole bottle of, say… extra spicy hot sauce in her food. Which I probably will, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her… But maybe it will burn her tongue a little… Who knows.

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