Chapter Thirty Three- Carefree And Wild

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"If we get caught, it's all your fault," I tell Zack, who shares a look of annoyance  with Jenelle

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"If we get caught, it's all your fault," I tell Zack, who shares a look of annoyance  with Jenelle. Apparently, Jenelle's genius plan was to get Ryder to throw a party at his place, and that would leave all the boys occupied. Zack left the party, claiming his head hurt, and Dylan didn't want to go after the last one. And I claimed to be sick with a mild fever.

Now, the plan is for Zack to distract Brian's parents in some way, while Jenelle and I sneak ourselves up to the third floor and come back out without getting caught.

"From what I know," Zack says, "the house is supposed to be empty. If not, it's just gonna be his father, cause Brian said something about his mom being away for a while," he shrugs. "When you're done upstairs, send me a text and I'll make sure you get out without being seen." Jenelle and I nod in understanding. "Okay, then, here goes nothing."

We go as planned. Zack rings the doorbell and Jenelle and I walk over to the back of the house. We wait for a few moments until we get a text from Zack saying 'no one opened the door, maybe no one's home'.

'Ring the bell again', is Jenelle's reply. She huffs, "if no one opens the front door, we'll have to believe that no one's home or they're asleep already."

'Still no answer.' Zack replies a few minutes later. 'Just get it over with.' I text him back, saying we're gonna get in. Jenelle and I share a look before she picks the lock of the house's back door that opens to reveal literally nothing, since it's too dark. But, from my knowledge, this is the kitchen.

"We could be sent to jail for this, you know," I whisper once we're inside the dark place. "And it's concerning how you can pick locks easily."

"Don't remind me," she whispers back. "Also, I'm surprised they don't have alarms for intruder alerts." We shuffle through the dark with quiet and quick steps, while using our sense of touch to help guide us through the dark.

We somehow make it to the stairs, and climb upstairs without any creaks or other minor noises. When we get to the third floor, I'm creeped out about how this floor just screams danger. The office door is closed, and we both hesitate before opening it.

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