Vintage Nerd

Chapter 42 Spywork

Quinta's POV

I got a call from London at 8:00. She seemed determined.

"Quinta. Do you still have that spy kit from your audition to that one show?" She asks.

"Yes. And I totally should've gotten that part."

"You know what you did, Quinta."

"I don't think that accidentally shooting a wall with a laser gun is that big of a deal."

"Yes it is."

"London, don't argue with me. At least I payed for it."

"No you didn't, you gave them $2 and left."

"I did not leave. The kind men brought me out."

"No, they dragged you out. It was embarrassing being the one walking after the girl being carried out."

I sigh.

"Listen, why do you need the equipment?"

"We are spying on Chris."

I smile. "Finally, some one wants to. Where were you when you lost Scout. Or when I wanted to show you him. Or when."

"Quinta, I get it. You are a spying freak."

"Hey!"

"Now, are you in, or not?"

"I'm in. When and where."

"20 minutes, his house."

"I'll be there in 15." I hang up.

I put on a black t-shirt with a bunny on it. That I also may or may not have stole from London.

I grab a pair of sunglasses. I'm ready to go.

I walk over to his house. A car would be too obvious.

I see London walk over, too.

We move to a bush in front of his house.

I get bored after 5 minutes.

"London, I'm bored."

"Here." She hands me a bag of cookies. I smile. I grab one out and eat it.

She slaps my arm, causing me to choke on my cookie. I swallow it and glare at her.

She points to his house. Chris is walking towards us.

He sits down at the curb in front of the bush.

I pulse quickens and my blood starts rushing.

Both of us put our head in our hands.

I hear branches rattling.

I dare not to look up. Neither does London.

I hear breathing. It isn't mine, because I'm holding my breath. And it isn't London's.

I hear a voice.

"London. Quinta. What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, I feel someone grab the end of my shirt and lift me to my feet. I look up and see London standing.

I turn around and see Chris standing there.

He has a knife in hand.

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