Heeey People!
Just a quick message before I start off the story [again]. I'm going to be really busy for the next couple of days/weeks because I've got huge assignments and exams to do and I need to time study and work etc. So I'm thinking of updating every 4 days, and I'll make the posts longer so that you have something long to read :D
Anyways, I'd love it if you could comment etc, because that's a huge motivation for me to write more and better! This chapter's going to be in Jenna's POV again, as you'll soon be finding out what she's going to do to Yale .. dun dun duuuuun. :D
LOL enough with the chit-chat, and let's get on with the story, eh ? Thanks for the reads, comments and votes up until now. I really appreciate it !
Nemii. Xx
Jenna's POV
Max pushed me to the front door of the house, and forced me to ring the bell. My heart was beating so hard, I swear a mouse could hear it! I lifted my hand up, bringing it slowly to the button. My hands were shaking in anticipation, as Max stood there waiting impatiently.
"Get a move on, will you?" he muttered, and walked back down the path and onto the pavement. "I expect you to take this seriously, and actually do it," he added seriously. "If you don't, I will know. So don't start whispering to that kid about what I'm up to, because I can here everything your saying." He smiled devilishly before walking along the pavement, and out of sight.
I turned back to the door, looking at the bottle of spiked water. So many thoughts were circling my mind, wondering how I was going to actually do this. And to add to that, why I was the one who had to. I lifted my hand back up to the bell that I had dropped back to my side and pressed the doorbell as hard as I could. I took a step back, trying to keep my breathing rate even.
"Jenna?" Yale said, sounding surprised. I sighed and nodded. I opened my mouth to speak, but only found that no words came out.
"Something wrong?" he asked, stepping forward. I shook my head, and forced a smile. He chuckled, and beckoned me inside.
"We've gotta go up to my room," he mumbled, as he fixed the laces on his shoes. "My foster-dad hates having people over, and if I ever do, they have to stay out of sight." I frowned.
"Is he even here?" I asked. He shook his head and smiles.
"That doesn't matter. He knows everything that goes on in this house, even if he's a million miles away." He sighed, and opened the door to is room. "I have no privacy in life," he whispered. "It's like I'm being watched 24/7." I held my breath for a couple minutes, my heart beating rapidly. The thought of what I was supposed to do popped back into my head, making me feel sicker in the stomach.
"You alright?" Yale asked, putting both hands on my shoulders. I nodded quickly, turning my head away. Shame and embarrassment washed over me, making me feel terrible. I shivered, and took a seat on Yale's bed. I suddenly felt a vibrating sensation in my pocket and realized it was my phone.
I pulled it out, and read the message, which made my heart thump even harder.
what are you waiting for? get going before i do something you'll never forget.
I shivered again as I read the text message from Max. He was right about knowing what I was up to; he was probably looking at camera's in the building. My eyes widened as I realized that he would be watching the entire process.
"Something's got to be bothering you," Yale stated, coming over to sit next to me. I shook my head, and held the small bottle of water that was in my jacket pocket, tighter.
"N-nothing's b-bothering me," I replied, barely a whisper. "I guess it's my stomach .. not feeling too good." Yale smiled, and stood up.
"Want something to drink? I could get some water?" I nodded, and stood up as well.
"I'll get it, don't worry yourself," I said, and walked to the door. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but nodded in agreement.
"Mind if you get me a glass while you're at it?" he asked, sitting back down at his desk. I shook my head.
"No, not at all," I replied, and quickly ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. I sighed a slightly in relief, knowing I didn't have to ask him if he wanted a drink. It might have seemed a little awkward, asking him for a drink in his own house.
I took out the bottle of spiked water, and put it on the counter. I was about to open the lid, when my phone vibrated again. It was a text from Max, yet again. He was really beginning to scare me.
good, that was good. now, make sure that both of you have some of that stuff. give most of it to that kid though. i want him completely knocked out, if you get what i mean..
I shivered, and put my phone away, grabbing two glasses from the top cupboard. I filled them both half way with water, only adding a bit more for my glass. I then opened the lid of the bottle, and poured the spiked water into Yale's glass, filling it almost to the top. I then added some to mine, feeling a large lump forming in my throat. Abigail will never forgive me for this, I thought, and put the empty bottle back in my jacket pocket.
I picked up both glasses of water, holding Yale's glass in my right hand, and mine in my left. I slowly walked up the stairs, making sure that I didn't spill any on the expensive looking carpet. Once reaching Yale's room, he turned around and chuckled, one of his eyebrows raised.
"What took you so long?" I smiled weakly, trying to think of an excuse.
"I had some trouble looking for the glass cupboard," I replied. He laughed, and I handed him his glass. He chugged it down in less than five seconds. As I took a sip of mine, I watched as Yale suddenly began to wobble, trying to keep his balance. I finished off mine, and realized I was also feeling funny. Yale fell to the floor, a hand on his forehead. Tears slowly began forming in my eyes, as I walked over to him and sat on the wooden floor.
I couldn't believe I was about to do something I would never dream of doing. Yale looked up at me warily, and I turned my head away. I was never going to forgive myself for this. Never.
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Dun dun duuuuuuuuun.
Cliffhanger, huh ? Weeeeell, I'm truly sorry, but I had to :P
I promise the next chapter will be incredible .. really :D
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