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I experienced my first bout of hesitation as my hand froze while sliding between the mattress and box springs. Wasn't this where guys kept their porn mags? Did guys even still have porn mags in the Internet Age?
It didn't matter. There was nothing under the mattress anyway.
Drew's desk was maybe the one chaotic part of his bedroom. Apparently, the cheerleading sponsor hated trees. We were barely back to school and she'd already sent home eleven different papers about stuff that looked totally trivial. The drama teacher was just as bad. I found three scripts, two audition notices and the sheet music for the annual school musical.
Please God, let Drew get talked into being in the musical and let me be the one to cover it for the yearbook. Drew was my friend and I loved him, but he couldn't sing his way out of a mime's invisible box.
Other than potential best friend embarrassment material, the desk was a bust. I glanced up at the big wall calendar in case he had ‘Kidnap Champers and take to secret location X’ written over the weekend. He didn't. What he did have was a picture of the two of us that Irene took over the summer. Yeah, she was one of those people who still used a real camera and took the film to the drugstore for development.
Why did he still have that picture? I thought we'd agreed that I had a stupid look on my face and that he'd destroy it. Perhaps I should go ahead and take it so that he wouldn't have to worry about getting around to its destruction.
My fingers had barely grazed the picture's shiny surface when a spastic, fast-paced ringtone erupted from my pocket and instantly doubled my blood pressure.
"Hey, Jamie."
"Sherlock, where are you? I've been waiting at your house for a half hour."
"Were we supposed to study?"
"No. I really need to talk to you. I think my life might be over."
Somehow, I doubted her life was really over. I mean, she wasn't one of the freshman cheerleaders.
"I got caught up studying at the bookstore. I'll be home soon."
"Okay, but hurry."
Sadly, I didn't realize I'd left that picture on Drew's calendar until I was halfway home. I'd get it next time.
CHAPTER TEN
I made the walk home from Drew's house as quickly as I could. Tuesday was the night my parents taught a night class. Okay, my mother taught a night class, but Dad held evening office hours so they could still drive home together. That meant that Watson had been alone in the house with Jamie for the last half hour.
And Jamie was a lot to take even when she wasn't declaring her life was over.
On the way, I tried to reason that it didn't matter if my search was cut short. It wasn't like they'd leave information on where Champers was sitting on the kitchen table. When you didn't bother to lock your front door, you couldn't afford to leave details of your pignapping plans laying around.
I found Jamie pacing in the kitchen, rapid-firing questions at my brother when I arrived. At some point, Watson looked to have been studying at the table, but now his head was slumped between his hands with his fingers interlocked and lightly tugging at the light brown hair near the back of his neck. It was the posture of a defeated man who'd been left alone with Jamie just a little too long.
"Why won't you just answer my question, William Watson Shakespeare?"
His voice bounced off the kitchen table. "Because I don't know. Because you're insane. Because I'm a high school freshman and don't know anything about UT's law school admissions policies. Pick whichever answer will make this stop."
Jamie opened her mouth to respond, but I cut her off before she could ruin Watson's evening any more than she already had. "Hey, Jamie. Let's go up to my room."
"Finally. Your brother is useless."
Watson's forehead hit the table. "That's what I tried to tell you when you got here," he grumbled in a muffled voice.
Once we were in my room, I closed the door behind us and asked, "Why are you grilling Wats about law school?"
"Because
I experienced my first bout of hesitation as my hand froze while sliding between the mattress and box springs. Wasn't this where guys kept their porn mags? Did guys even still have porn mags in the Internet Age?
It didn't matter. There was nothing under the mattress anyway.
Drew's desk was maybe the one chaotic part of his bedroom. Apparently, the cheerleading sponsor hated trees. We were barely back to school and she'd already sent home eleven different papers about stuff that looked totally trivial. The drama teacher was just as bad. I found three scripts, two audition notices and the sheet music for the annual school musical.
Please God, let Drew get talked into being in the musical and let me be the one to cover it for the yearbook. Drew was my friend and I loved him, but he couldn't sing his way out of a mime's invisible box.
Other than potential best friend embarrassment material, the desk was a bust. I glanced up at the big wall calendar in case he had ‘Kidnap Champers and take to secret location X’ written over the weekend. He didn't. What he did have was a picture of the two of us that Irene took over the summer. Yeah, she was one of those people who still used a real camera and took the film to the drugstore for development.
Why did he still have that picture? I thought we'd agreed that I had a stupid look on my face and that he'd destroy it. Perhaps I should go ahead and take it so that he wouldn't have to worry about getting around to its destruction.
My fingers had barely grazed the picture's shiny surface when a spastic, fast-paced ringtone erupted from my pocket and instantly doubled my blood pressure.
"Hey, Jamie."
"Sherlock, where are you? I've been waiting at your house for a half hour."
"Were we supposed to study?"
"No. I really need to talk to you. I think my life might be over."
Somehow, I doubted her life was really over. I mean, she wasn't one of the freshman cheerleaders.
"I got caught up studying at the bookstore. I'll be home soon."
"Okay, but hurry."
Sadly, I didn't realize I'd left that picture on Drew's calendar until I was halfway home. I'd get it next time.
CHAPTER TEN
I made the walk home from Drew's house as quickly as I could. Tuesday was the night my parents taught a night class. Okay, my mother taught a night class, but Dad held evening office hours so they could still drive home together. That meant that Watson had been alone in the house with Jamie for the last half hour.
And Jamie was a lot to take even when she wasn't declaring her life was over.
On the way, I tried to reason that it didn't matter if my search was cut short. It wasn't like they'd leave information on where Champers was sitting on the kitchen table. When you didn't bother to lock your front door, you couldn't afford to leave details of your pignapping plans laying around.
I found Jamie pacing in the kitchen, rapid-firing questions at my brother when I arrived. At some point, Watson looked to have been studying at the table, but now his head was slumped between his hands with his fingers interlocked and lightly tugging at the light brown hair near the back of his neck. It was the posture of a defeated man who'd been left alone with Jamie just a little too long.
"Why won't you just answer my question, William Watson Shakespeare?"
His voice bounced off the kitchen table. "Because I don't know. Because you're insane. Because I'm a high school freshman and don't know anything about UT's law school admissions policies. Pick whichever answer will make this stop."
Jamie opened her mouth to respond, but I cut her off before she could ruin Watson's evening any more than she already had. "Hey, Jamie. Let's go up to my room."
"Finally. Your brother is useless."
Watson's forehead hit the table. "That's what I tried to tell you when you got here," he grumbled in a muffled voice.
Once we were in my room, I closed the door behind us and asked, "Why are you grilling Wats about law school?"
"Because
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