The Eighth Breakup ✓

Chapter 3 Thieves Are So Loyal To Fellow Thieves

Chapter 3: Thieves Are So Loyal to Fellow Thieves

The first thing I did was tell my sister that I needed some fresh air. She didn't know I was the culprit behind the pies, but knew that I was a victim. Hestia told me to come back home before midnight.

Mom and dad were at a class reunion.

First, I dropped Hestia off and then drove down the street to Nolan's house. His whole family was busy at the ball.

I snuck through the back entrance and tried to open the back door. Nothing. I didn't even have a bobby pin. I knew I should've come prepared. I kicked the doormat and heard a clink!

A silver key poked out from the side. These rich people were stupid. Opening the door, I entered the dark house and threw the key back near the mat, not caring where it landed.

The first floor contained the kitchen, living room, study, and a master bedroom. I tiptoed upstairs and barged into the first room.

Finding nothing relevant, I proceeded to the next.

Then to the next.

Finally, I ended up in Nolan's bedroom. I had to find everything in the dark. Turning on the light would raise suspicion. I didn't need the neighbors checking up what was going on.

I checked around Nolan's bed and then his closet. I completely flipped the closet, throwing clothes, papers, and sports gear out. He was apparently an ex baseball player.

As I rummaged through the bathroom cabinets, I heard a noise.

Someone came home early?

No. It was from inside the room.

My eyes widened as I saw a masked face climbing inside the room. An intruder.

Damn!

I edged closet to the baseball bat and picked right as the person hobbled over the windowsill. He or she carried a knife and a bag.

"Stop!" I yelled. The person was scaring me, but showing weakness would never work.

The stranger stood still.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" he demanded, taking off his mask. It was a guy. "Everyone's supposed to be at the Ball!" I didn't recognize the face. He had dark hair and dark eyes, though his face was awfully pale. "You're not a Milesblue."

Gee, he had his facts straight.

"I--I--" I didn't know what to reply.

"A fellow thief eh?" he grinned. I nodded, but then shook my head and then nodded. My nervousness was getting the best of me. I had left my cell phone in my car. "New in this business?"

I bit my lip and lied, "Yes." He wouldn't hurt me if he thought I was a thief too, right?

Why did I even get in this situation?

"Great. How about this: every man--every person for themselves?" he said. "You get whatever you find and I get whatever I find. Deal?"

"I just need one important thing that's in this room. You go ahead," I told him. I might find a phone to call the cops here somewhere. But then that would get me in trouble.

"Great," he said, walking to the door. "Ex-boyfriend or something?"

"Something."

He raised his hands, shrugged, and moved to leave when we heard a loud creak and a cough downstairs. Both of us froze.

Faint light scattered through the hallway. Someone was coming! The thief immediately ran towards the window and gestured for me to follow. I nodded and went, but the thing got jammed. Neither one of us could fit through. He scooted under the bed and pulled me down along when we heard footsteps getting closer.