Now There's Drama

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Marc, Tegan and Delilah sat in their history elective watching a film on archaeology, due to it being the last week of school. It was the third documentary Marc had been forced to sit through it four hours.

Much to Tegan's dismay the documentary featured her father. Marc's lack of inhibitions and his urge to cause embarrassment to his best friend caused him to yell, "Hey Tegan your Dad's shirtless."

Tegan slipped further into her seat, closing her eyes so she could only see out of a slit. "Put a shirt on Dad," she whispered flapping her hands in the television's direction, that's how old the video was they couldn't even burn it onto a DVD to put it in the Smartboard.

While Tegan was distracted by her mortification, Marc decided it was the best time to hone in on Delilah who was attempting to break through Jessie Bect's computer out of sheer boredom.

"Della...Christie and I were wondering if you could hack into Kip's computer?" Marc said.

The corner Delilah's mouth twitched and she began to type more forcefully and Jessie's internet screen was pulled up. The muted music video which featured a few women dancing around a well dressed man was quickly swapped with a feminist blog written by an angsty teenage girl.

Jessie turned around, looking around the classroom and his eyes landed on Delilah who diverted her eyes to the television screen.

"I suppose I could but that's illegal," Delilah said out of the corner of her mouth, once Jessie had turned back around.

"What if there's something important on there?" Marc said, taking her hand.

Tegan leant over, her chest sitting awkwardly on Marc's arm which most definitely got his attention. "Don't try to manipulate her. You're spending way too much time around Christie," Tegan said, as her cheeks coloured from rage.

"I'll do it," Delilah said. "I don't think it's ethical but I can cover my tracks. How does after school sound?"

"Great thanks, can we do it at your place?" Marc said.

"It, eh?" Tegan said, nudging Marc's arm.

Delilah turned back to her computer, discreetly giving Tegan the finger while Marc defiantly knocked her pencil case to the carpeted floor.

Tegan returned the gesture by kicking Marc under the table before shielding her eyes from her father on the screen.

Marc and Delilah walked home from school to Delilah's house.

"Thanks for helping us out, Dells," Marc said.

"I'm only helping because I'm scared and I've sat in the police station as they filled out their reports and talked about the case. They don't understand how to save their documents in that place...so it will take them years to sort it out and they still suspect it was one of us."

They reached the Basmijan residence and once Delilah opened the brown door and let Marc in first. He was the first to be attacked by Mrs Basmijan who held him in a bone crushing hug, her floral scented perfume causing Marc to cough.

"Mum Marc's going to help me with something for English, " Delilah said, sliding over to the living room and pulling Marc with her. The two of them sat on the dull red couch and Delilah took her black school laptop out of her backpack. "Marc I need Kip's IP address...actually I think I have it."

She opened a new tab and went to a website which Marc could only hope was safe before opening up a document and typing it in the website. She was in but needed the passcode and username.

Delilah sighed while pulling up another tab and connecting the IP address to the website and watched it tick over numbers and letters. Almost like trying to crack a safe.

"This will take hours better settle in," Delilah said, leaving for the kitchen.

Three hours later...

They were in. Marc threw his arms around Delilah before quickly removing them and putting them to his sides, causing Delilah to blush and straighten her school skirt, hitching it up slightly.

Marc leant over her shoulder as she navigated through his desktop. She adjusted her glasses as she opened up Kip's email. She found a contact which he had received twenty-three emails from she clicked on it and clicked on the link which lead her to a private Googledoc.

"We're invisible it's all good," Delilah said.

Marc scanned the document over her shoulder. A crime-ring much like Christie hypothesised.

"Cockfights and a warning on keeping a low profile over the mysterious death of a member," Marc said. "I think we have something. I have to tell Christie."

"Marc I'm worried about you and Christie and I don't want you to get involved in a crime-ring," Delilah said.

"I'll be fine. This is a way for us all to get closure and save someone else from the same fate."

"I don't want you doing anything stupid."

"Dells please, trust me."

"I do trust you I don't trust this situation and I'm not letting you leave until you promise me you won't do anything rash."

Marc stayed silent and Delilah stood up in order to face him. She didn't look up but stood up, keeping her eyes downcast. He picked up his backpack and began to slink out of the living room. Delilah stood up on the well-loved couch and launched off the couch and onto his back, knocking her laptop over.

Straddling her best friend around the waist and neck she was walked out of the door and deposited on her limestone mailbox. She kicked his backpack forcing him to turn around as he felt the tiny girl's foot connect with his laptop.

"If you solve the crime I want credit," she said.

"Credit goes where credit's due," Marc said, nodding at her and continuing on his way home.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter but they're will be more this week as I feel strangely motivated. BTW has anyone read any good mystery books lately I'm always on the look out for more. Or any good books in general.

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