Prisoner of Love

Chapter Twelve

"What is it?" Grayson asked as he walked into the room.
"Yeah, and I stopped stirring the food, so...what should I do now?" Jordan said.

The only person who can turn a tense situation into something stupid. Ladies and gentlemen, Jordan Hyland.

"Forget the food you idiot. Look at this, I found it in my pocket." I said whilst handing them both the cardboard piece.

They both read the note and their expressions changed into confusion/mystery...basically they went totally Scooby Doo on me.

"Who could have put this in your pocket?" Jordan asked.
"I don't know..but they definitely had something to do with Sabrina getting hurt." I replied.
"Think Jenna, who had the opportunity to put something in your pocket without you noticing?" Grayson said.

I thought for about five or so minutes, wondering what could have happened during the day that gave someone the chance to do this without me noticing. Then I remembered.

"That person! Grayson, remember in the hallway?" I exclaimed.
"Hallway??" He asked, confused as anything.
"In History, well after History, someone pushed me over onto you!" I said.
"Oh yeah..well what did they look like?" Grayson asked.
"Urgh, had I known what they looked like we wouldn't be in this damn situation. It was a guy though, they said excuse me or something before they pushed me." I said.

"Huh. And you say I gotta work on my manners." Jordan smirked.
"Anyways." I said, ignoring Jordan, "What are we gonna do?"

"Sending you back to juvie isn't an option, so we do the next best thing." Jordan said.
"Whats that?" I asked.
"We track this bitch down and interrogate him like its our jobs, oh wait it is. Cough Grayson, cough depressing life." Jordan said.
"Oi!" Grayson yelled.
"How we gonna track him down then?" I asked.
"What do we know about him?" Grayson asked.
"His voice...and that he has History at the same time as us on Thursday." I replied.
"Good enough for me, Jordan, we're going on a mission."

Grayson attempted to make an epic exit until Jordan decided to open his mouth and make me die of laugher.

"Hold up, I gotta go to the bathroom!" He yelled.

Yup, some intimidating stuff there.

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The next day, I woke up thanking God that it was Friday. I had to go through six more hours of boredom, then be blessed with no college for the weekend.

I threw on my clothes and tried to call Sabrina and ask her how she was, but no one would answer. Granted, it was like six am and she would be sleeping.

"Hurry up Jenna, we're leaving!" Grayson shouted from the other room.

First lesson was Home Ec, this time we were making pizza...except we had to make the dough and the sauce and everything ourselves. So unfair.

"Jordan! You're holding the knife upside down!" I said, turning the knife the correct way for him.
"It's still gonna work." He replied.
"Oh my God, you idiot. Carry on with this, I gotta make the dough."

I rolled out the dough and looked up, only to see Grayson leaving the classroom. I tugged on Jordan's sleeve and gestured my head towards the door.

"Miss! I feel sick, can I go to the nurse?" I asked.
"I'll take her Miss, she said she had a headache and feels dizzy." Jordan said.

She nodded at both of us and we ran through the hallways trying to find Grayson.

"We should have asked Ashley before we left, she is Grayson's partner." I said.
"Like she would tell you shit, knowing her she'd tell Miss we're going after Grayson." Jordan replied.
"True, man it was easier to find him in jail.." I muttered.
"Jail..jail! He's your parole officer, obviously he has a tracking device on your phone to know where you are at all times!" Jordan exclaimed.
"Then we can switch it and find out where Grayson is!" I replied.

TRACK ___________ (ENTER NAME)

"Grayson...Hyland." I muttered whilst typing into my phone. I entered his number aswell and his location popped up.

"The Janitors Closet?" Jordan asked.
"Why the heck would he be there?" I asked.
"God knows, but we're gonna find out." He replied.

We found the closet and slowly opened the door.

There was Grayson, standing at the far end of the cupboard with another figure. He hasn't seen me and Jordan.

It was fully dark and I grasped Jordan's hand to make sure I didn't trip over anything.

"This is what you asked for." The figure said, it was clearly a man.
"Every bit of it?" Grayson asked.
"Yes." They replied.
"Here." Grayson said, handing them a bag.

The figure took it and left the closet, still not seeing me and Jordan leaning back against the wall.

Grayson left as well, leaving me and Jordan together. I flipped on the lights.

"The heck did we just see?" I said.
"Some messed up passover of a bag...#drugdealeralert." Jordan laughed.
"Its more than that." I replied, thinking hard about what just happened.
"Huh?" Jordan asked, confused.
"He's hiding something for a definite." I said.
"Well, no shit Sherlock, obviously he's hiding something, figured that out ages ago." Jordan said.
"Thanks for telling me dumbass." I replied.

I left the closet with Jordan before anyone walked in and got the wrong idea.

"So....what now exactly?" Jordan asked me.
"Well, we gotta find out what he's up to....punch me!" I said, staring right up at Jordan.
"Excuse me? Do you think I want to die young?" He asked, taking a step away from me.
"Urgh, idiot, just punch me in the stomach, as hard as you can." I said.

I seriously sound stupid.

"The question now is, do you want to die young?" He laughed.
"Just do it." I said, whilst rolling my eyes.
"Nike reference!!" Jordan cheered.
"JORDAN." I raised my voice at him.
"Fine, don't kill me or come crying to me...wait have I got time for you to sign a contract?" Jordan smirked.

I was about to yell at him, until I felt like someone had just hit a baseball bat into my stomach.

"FUCK!" I shouted, before lying in the foetal position on the floor, dying in pain.