𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦 || kate schmidt (fear street 1994)

6. sparks fly

So, they formed a plan. A plan that involved breaking and entering, cutting Sam open, stealing, and explosions.

It was a really stupid plan.

But it should work.

• • •

Kate carefully parked the ambulance behind the school. They had all agreed it was a good idea to stay as out of sight as they could.

"Uh, how are we gonna get in?" Deena asked, as they stood outside of the doors.

Simon pushed ahead and tried to pull the door open. When it didn't work, he tried again, but more forcefully. He continued trying to open the door until Kate spoke up.

"That's not gonna work dumbass."

He gave one final tug before turning back to the group.

"Uhm, it's locked."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, no shit!"

He hung his head and returned to the group.

"So what are we gonna do?" Sam asked.

"Why don't we ask Josh, he was the one who originally came up with this plan!"

"I can't do all the thinking myself! You guys have to help!"

As their argument continued, Jessica walked off a little bit, and crouched down to the ground. She was trying to find a rock. The biggest rock she could.

Something moved around in her back pocket as she did. It was her lighter. Her mom had given it to her a year ago. She smoked a lot, so it was one of the first things that had occurred to her as a good gift for her 15th birthday. She claimed it was good to have on hand for emergencies.

And Jessica somewhat agreed.

When she finally found a rock that she deemed suitable, she returned to the group.

"Back up." She commanded her friends, interrupting their bickering.

"What are you gonna..." Kate stopped, seeing the rock in Jessica's hand.

Jessica lined herself up with the door, making sure she was a far enough distance from it.

Ok, you can do this, she thought. She had pretty good aim since she played baseball as a kid. She had ended up quitting when she was 10, not really being interested in the competition anymore. But her dad never stopped playing with her. They would just go out in the yard and throw the ball for the other to hit with the bat.

Eventually, she lost the bat. She suspected maybe her mom had taken it to sell, since money had been tight at the time. This theory was especially possible because a week after her bat went missing, the kid next door had bought the same one and was playing with it outside. Yet she and her dad still played, now just throwing the ball and catching it.

Jessica felt a pang in her heart for her dad. They hadn't played in a few days, and now she didn't know if they ever would again. Her dad meant the world to her. He was always there when no one else was. When her mom was busy doing God knows what, he would sit with her and watch tv, or do a puzzle, or play a board game.

What would her parents think of this? Her going off and putting herself in so much danger. As far as they knew, Jessica was sleeping over at Kate's house again. She wondered if they'd be proud of her, or disappointed. Of course they'd be scared, but maybe they would feel a little pride too. Proud that she was doing what she thought was best, and trying to help others, which her dad had always taught her. He was a good man, and Jessica loved him a lot.