This one's a bit short too. Hopefully I'll start writing longer ones soon. Sorry I haven't been updating but one of my best friends has been critically ill in hospital with cancer and it's been really tough on me and her other friends. But please enjoy.
"…And of course there's the Scholastic Decathlon every year…Jessa? Jessa!"
"Sorry Gabriella," Jessa's head shot up so hard she nearly fell backwards off the seat. She had been listening to Gabriella Montez going on about the activities in the school too long for her liking. Well it was all Claire's fault for leaving Jess to go somewhere; Jessa hadn't been bothered to listen then either, listening was boring, unless she heard something interesting or suspicious.
"What about the Drama Club?" Jessa turned back to Gabriella. They were sitting in the cafeteria at a table with Taylor, Kelsi and another girl called Martha. All four of the girls looked very enthusiastic; that creeped Jessa out.
"We're all in East High's Drama Club, ever since Twinkle Towne," Martha told her.
"…What – oh never mind," Jessa sighed. Her phone, sitting on the table, went off suddenly. Kelsi picked it up.
"Oh…it's a text from…Tiara…?"
"Delete it," Jessa answered immediately. She looked up noticing they were all looking at her oddly.
"You don't like Tiara?" Kelsi asked timidly, "And how does she have your number?"
"Never you mind," Jessa snatched the phone from Kelsi's hand and was shoving it pointedly in her bag when it went off again. Jessa rolled her eyes tiredly and snapped her phone open. After a moment of reading the text message she frowned and sighed almost angrily.
"Excuse me I need to take this," she muttered to the girls getting up and striding away.
"Who is it?" Taylor called after, but Jessa was already around the corner.
Albuquerque police station now
I'm At School. Get Claire. Where's John?
School's boring, I've already called Claire and John's with me.
So go away
I need you here by 2, tell them something
I don't know thinking of excuses bores me
You're actually encouraging your daughter to bunk off? No wonder Anderson said you weren't right in the head
If you don't come, I could always call your mother
I Hate You
I know, 2 o clock then