"I'm telling you, the girl was real!"
"See! See! I told you."
Yasmin sighed and rolled her eyes at the boys. Only a few minutes earlier Christian had charged into the Nasty Burger and started spewing a story about a giant ghost flea and how it had almost attacked him but he was saved by a ghost girl. The same ghost girl from the paper. Yasmin felt panic grip her heart when she first heard, but brushed it off and tried to convince the boys it was all nonsense.
"Okay, okay. Say your story is true-"
"-why didn't the security system go off when that ghost entered the school? There is a reason that its there."
"I don't know. Maybe someone knocked it out?"
Scott spoke up, "Maybe, its part of some sort of secret undergrown ghost mob and its going around picking off students so that there'd be no competition for generations to come."
Christian looked at Scott. "Okay, even I think that's crazy."
All their eyes snapped up to see Diane, smiling apologetically, walking tot heir table. Yasmin spoke first. "Where have you been? We've been waiting ages for you! I even called your cell heaps but you didn't pick up."
Diane slid into the seat next to Yasmin. "Sorry, sorry. I got held up. And I think my phone's off. Sorry."
Yasmin 'tsk'd her tongue but didn't push the subject. She had a feeling she knew where Diane was. Suddenly she gasped and pointed at Diane's arm. "What happened to your arm? Why is all bandaged up?"
Diane's eyes widened and her eyes shot down to her arm. She forgot to pull over her jumper to cover it. She sheepishly smiled and rolled down her sleeve. "Oh you know me. Clumsy and all that."
Scott gave a low whistle. "That's a good one. What'd you do to it?"
Diane bit her lip. "It's nothing. I just tripped." Christian's eyes just narrowed.
Scott caught Diane's attention, changing the subject. "Hey, you'll never guess what just happened to Christian before," he said, elbowing Christian.
"He just hit puberty?"
Scott, who was taking a long sip from his drink, spluttered and ended up spraying the table as he laughed uncontrollably. Christian glared at Scott, who covered his mouth. "Sorry man. It was funny." Christian rolled his eyes and looked at Diane.
"No. I just saw that ghost girl."
Diane felt the wound on her arm jolt. She flinched. "
Did you now."
"Yeah. She saved my life form this ghost flea in the school."
Diane raised an eyebrow, grabbing her smoothie that the others had ordered for her beforehand. It was no longer cold. She took a long sip though.
"Ghost flea? Uh, huh. Sure. And in the school? What about the security alarms? Any hostile ghost in anyplace with those things and the entire building is swamped with government agents."
"That's what I said," Yasmin said, taking a bite of her burger, looking from Diane to Christian.
"Look, whatever the reason, the alarms didn't go off. Anyway, I was just leaving the school after practice and then I turned a corner and there it was! It didn't see me at first since its back was turned to me, but when I got around the corner again there it was! I thought I was a goner. But then this girl showed up and she saved me."
"Was she cute?" Scott inquired.
Christian paused. "Yeah, she saw."
Then it was Diane's, who was taking a sip from her drink, turn to splutter and spray her drink out over the table at that. She coughed as Yasmin rubbed her back. Christian raised an eyebrow and Scott looked at her incredulously.
this girl shot this weird ray thing, you know; like Danny Phantom, at the ghost and knocks it into lockers. Then she and it fly at each other and she knocks it into the lockers again. Then she fly's into it again and then they both disappear. That's when I ran here." He kept eye contact with Diane the entire retelling of the story. She looked uncomftable.
. this girl exists?" Yasmin asked, leaning her elbow on the table, leaning over slightly as if the answer was a secret.
"Duh. Christian wouldn't lie about something like this. Of course its' real." Scott leaned back against the chair and linked his fingers behind his head. "How awesome is this? Another ghost here in Amity Park. And it's a chick! Score!" Diane rolled her eyes.
While the others chatted, Christian held on to his burger; the wheels in his head turning. He was brought back to earth by Scott waving his hand in front of his face.
"Dude, what's up?"
Christian suddenly remembered his earlier promise. "Oh, Diane. What did you want? I owe you remember?" He half stood and smiled at the girl. Her eyes went wide. She'd completely forgotten.
"Oh, um. It's okay. I'm not hungry."
"In that case can I have it."
"It's not for you Scott."
"What? She's passing up free food. Why not?"
Christian frowned a little, looking back to Diane. "You sure?"
Diane glanced over to the counter and shrugged. "Oh sure why not. Just the usual."
Scott stood as Christian got out of the booth. "I'll go to, I wanna get something else. "
Yasmin snorted. "Pig."
"I am a girl."
"Go get your stupid food," Yasmin glared other twin. He poked his tongue and followed Christian to the counter. As soon as the boys were out of earshot Yasmin turned to Diane and glared daggers at her. Diane merely glanced over at her, bored.
"Are you crazy?" Diane winced and held her hands over her ears at Yasmin's shrill cry. She immediately regretted it though as a sharp pain went up her arm from her wound.
"Easy, easy. Injured girl over here."
Yasmin grabbed Diane's injured arm and pulled it closer to her. She was careful not to touch the wound though.
"What are you doing? You're gonna get yourself killed at this rate," she hissed, pointing at the bandage. Diane pulled her arm back and gingerly held it close to her.
"I'm fine. I heal pretty fast now anyway."
"I don't care if you're some sort of lizard and can grow back a whole limb! This is dangerous. You need to stop."
"I can't. Someone needed to save Christian and all these people. Besides
If I wasn't there, he could be road kill right now," she said frowning.
Yasmin's eyes widened. She gave a small knowing smile and went back to her burger. She took a bite, a plan beginning to form in her brain. Diane didn't like the look on her face.
Meanwhile, at the counter, Scott and Christian waited in line. Scott was browsing the menu, occasionally asking the opinion of Christian, who only gave a half-hearted response.
"Hmm, maybe another burger? No
. Maybe some onion rings. Hmm, perhaps."
"Did you notice Diane's been acting weird lately?"
Scott turned to Christian, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she's been acting really distant, and I mean more than usual. She's been running out randomly. Being late. And today in English I noticed her almost doubled over in pain holding her stomach."
Scott blinked. "Maybe it's girl stuff?"
Christian shuddered at the thought. "Ew. Maybe. But still, something's defiantly up with her." He looked over at their table, where Yasmin was talking to (well, at) Diane. She was just twirling her straw between her fingers, a blank expression on her face. She glanced up and the two stared at each other a moment before she turned away, her gaze now fixed on the restaurants floor. Christian frowned. He may not know her to the point where she'd tell him what's wrong, but he was going to find out.
"Well, I'm off."
"Yeah, my dad's probably waiting for me. I have a ton of homework to finish off too."
Diane struggled to put on her backpack as she bided goodbye to her friends. 2 and a half hours later, and they were still at Nasty Burger. Time flies when you're having blenching contests and discussing the latest fashion trends. At least to her friends it did.
"Well, okay. See you tomorrow. You walking?" Yasmin asked.
"Don't I always?"
"Well, I don't have practice tomorrow morning so we'll all walk together."
"Sounds good," Diane responded, walking backwards out of the restaurant. She waved as she neared the door and received a few in return as well as a loud 'be careful' from Yasmin. She walked out and rounded a corner. Once out of sight, Diane let out a sigh of relief. She didn't know why, but that whole time she felt that Christian was scrutinising her every move. Uncomftable. Out of habit she waited a few minutes outside and out of sight of the entrance. Casually, she walked around the building before she found a small space between the building and the dumpster. She crouched down behind it and allowed herself to transform into her ghost form, grey jumpsuit, blue hair and all. Turning invisible, she shot up and flew home. She didn't notice a pair of eyes watching her.