The Rejects Club | Lonely Hearts Club [EDITING]

Episode 19 - Cleopatra jinxed us

"Y'all know what's happening in, like, two weeks, right?" Sasha asked as she burst through the doors. The members looked over at her with some levels of surprise, but most of them just shrugged.

"Jasmine comes back?" Cleopatra offered, looking up from whatever sewing project she was working on. Sasha shook her head.

"No, that's next week on Friday. In two weeks, it's Christmas break!" Sasha exclaimed.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that with Finals coming up," Leo said with a shrug. Aria nodded her head.

"I love Christmas!"

"Jewish," Anthony called out. Cleopatra scoffed slightly but didn't say anything. Not that she had anything against Jews, but he just didn't seem Jewish at all.

"Don't celebrate holidays," Kyra said with a sigh, holding a hand up.

"Okay, no. Here's what's going to happen," Mark called out from on top of the guidance counselor's desk. "We're having a holiday party now. Next week on Friday when Jasmine gets back. Brings gifts if you want. We'll get treats and stuff. It'll start at two in the warehouse, so you all are required to come. Finals are over and I want no excuses."

"Holiday parties are fun!" Sasha cheered, raising a fist in the air. She, Leo, and Aria seemed the most thrilled about it. Anthony shrugged, so he'd probably be there. Isa nodded her head, so she seemed to like the idea. Then there was Cleopatra, who seemed indifferent but they knew she'd show up. Kyra seemed to be fine with the suggestion and Monet and Mark would definitely be there.

"When was the last time you celebrated a holiday that wasn't Chinese New Year?" Sebastian asked, sitting down next to Kyra, flipping the chair to sit backwards in it. The girl looked up from her folder, a little frustrated that she had been interrupted during her case work, but that was what she got for bringing it to school.

"Since I was seven and my parents were alive. Haven't celebrated a birthday, let alone a holiday since then," Kyra replied boredly with a slight shrug of her shoulders. Sebastian scrunched his face up in confusion.

"How do you live your life like that?" He asked, leaning against the back of the chair with his arms. "That sounds completely boring." Kyra shrugged her shoulders.

"You learn to live with it, I suppose," She replied, looking back down at her case folder for a second. That one detail didn't seem to make sense. What was going on with this? "Hey, Seb?" He hummed slightly. "Do me a favor and stand up for a second, will you?" Sebastian looked confused, but he did as she said, standing up. Kyra stood up on her chair, considering she was at least a head shorter than he was, and looked down on him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking up at him.

"Fact-checking," She shrugged. She reached two fingers behind his neck, running it up and down like she was looking for something. "I can't figure out why this doesn't add up." Sebastian didn't say anything. More like he was completely frozen in place. With a huff, she sat down and picked up the folder again.

"It doesn't add up. I'm going to have to start over now," She sighed, flipping through photos from her past investigations. Sebastian sat down next to her again, looking over into the folder.

"Murder?" He asked, slightly concerned. Kyra shook her head.

"Kidnapping. Facts don't add up."

"I know. You've said that three times now, Sherlock." Kyra glared over at him, but it was short lived and she glanced back at her case again. "How do you even get away with this anyway?"

"I just spend a ridiculous amount of time at my grandfather's job with him," Kyra replied with a shrug. Sebastian chuckled a bit, shaking his head. Kyra closed her case file and shoved it back into her bag. "Plus, I'm fourteen so I have an internship there now. I get to be an assistant detective."