The Case of the Missing Mascot (A Sherlock Shakespeare Mystery Book 1) by Sydney Katt

Author:Sydney Katt [Katt, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random Distraction
Published: 2015-07-06T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I was still sitting on the edge of my bed staring at the phone in my hands when my door flew open so hard that it hit the doorstop with a loud thwack. I glanced up and found Watson standing there. He didn't look happy.

"You have got to give me some notice before Psycho comes over so that I can barricade myself in my room. Leaving me alone with her all night isn't cool."

"I didn't know Jamie was coming over until she called me."

"Well, she's a nightmare. I don't know why you're even friends with her."

Sometimes, I wondered the same thing myself. Of course, unlike Watson, I didn't have dozens of other friends to call when I wanted to do something. We were basically polar opposites and, at times, I wondered if we were actually related. I was too young at the time to remember him being born, but it wouldn't surprise me at all if my parents admitted the stork had dropped him off on our front porch.

"Look, I'm sorry, Wats, but I can't control what Jamie does or whether she calls before coming over. She's just seriously stressed about college right now, I guess. Just let it go."

He huffed and puffed for a minute before striking back with, "And stop snooping through my social media accounts. I don't like it."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're a bad liar. You left my account open to the page of one of my friends at another school."

Busted. "Oh. Sorry."

"That's all you're going to say?"

After yet again coming up empty on my search for Champers, dealing with Jamie's over-the-top temper tantrum and Tom's Jekyll and Hyde routine, I was starting to get fed up. "What do you want me to say? I snooped. You caught me. I apologized. Get over it."

"What do I want? I want to know why you're spying on me."

"Spying on you?" I let out the mother of all dramatic sighs. "Hardly. I needed to know where the guys at that school were going to be Sunday night, so I used your profile to find out."

Watson stood in the doorway glaring at me in some kind of stunned silence for several long moments. I guess that wasn't the answer he'd been expecting. "Why did you need to know where they'd be?"

"So I could follow them, obviously."

He took off his glasses—unlike me, he couldn't function without his glasses because he could only see three inches in front of his face—and pinched the bridge of his nose before replacing them. "Sherlock, you've always been a little odd, but why are you following around guys from our rival school?"

I started to answer, but what I was going to say made me feel so stupid that I dropped my head so that I wouldn't have to look into his eyes when I said the words. "I thought they might've been the ones to steal Champers."

More stunned silence. "Were they?"

"Nope. But it's okay. I have another lead I'm following up on."

Watson crossed the room and sat beside me on the edge of the bed.

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