Jenna's POV
As the five of us make our way through the busy streets, Keb starts interrogating Declan. "Who was that guy?" asks Keb, a hint of worry mixing with the confusion in his voice. "Ok, so, he's some kind of scientist guy, and, I think he said something about our school, and he cloned me or something..." he pauses to look at me. "Uh, sorry, about, you know, him stabbing you and-" "It's fine," I say, "I'm fine, actually." He hesitates before resuming his explanation. "Ok, so he made me watch the chaos at the party happen while he said stuff about this being a test, and I just decided to go along, because I've heard enough stuff about whitecoats from you guys rambling on about Max Ride, and, yeah." We walk in silence for a few minutes until May speaks up. "How come he didn't chase after us?" "What do you mean?" Cat looks at her. "Well we stayed in the lobby for at least five minutes after you guys fled the conference room. Wouldn't that be more than enough time for him to get back on his feet and catch up?" Another silence follows, but this one is gloomier. She's right, though.
He might have a plan.
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The Next Morning
[Sunday]
Still Jenna's POV
I look at my smiling mother across the table as she puts a pancake on Erica's plate. She catches my eye and says, "Guess what, Jen?", maintaining her smile. "What?" I say, trying to mask the curiosity in my voice. "Your whole class is going to some camp thing, for the next two weeks!" I raise an eyebrow at this statement. Our class is not the kind to have some big two week field trip, let alone on such short notice. This whole thing seems fishy. "Where are they going?" I inquire. "It's a surprise," answers mom, "That's what the teacher said." Before I can refuse to go, my shitty cellphone rings. I look at the contact name. Brendan. I let the name swirl around my mind for a few seconds until it finds its owner- some kid in my class who thinks he's the shit. I roll my eyes and pick up. "Hello?" I say in a flat tone. It's not that I don't like him, he's a nice kid, but we don't hang out much. "Hey, Jen!" he practically yells into the phone in an esctatic tone. "Sup." "Not much, you?" "I mean why'd you call" "Oh, I wanted to ask if you are coming to the camp thing. You ARE coming, right?" "Uhh..." "You REALLY wanna come." He says firmly, and suddenly a strange feeling washes over me. The activity that seemed really boring and unwelcoming two seconds ago now sounds really great. Tempting, even. "Yes," I say, "yes I am." I hang up.
Wait...
What?!
