Double Date by R.L. Stine

share you anymore. It’s too hard on me, Bobby. It’s too confusing. We’re both too confused. You know?”
    â€œWell …” Bobby hesitated. He stared hard at Samantha, trying to guess what she was about to say. He always liked to stay at least one step ahead of the girls he was with. He didn’t like feeling ten steps
behind,
as he did with Samantha and Bree.
    â€œWe have to kill Bree,” Samantha said casually.
    Bobby blinked. He knew he hadn’t heard her correctly.
    â€œWe have to kill her,” Samantha repeated. “We really have to.”
    Bobby laughed. “I don’t get the joke, Samantha. You’re about as funny as Arnie today.”
    She grabbed his hand, her eyes fiery in the shadowy light. “No joke. For real,” she murmured. She squeezed his hand in both of hers. “Let’s kill Bree, Bobby. Let’s really kill her. She’s such a total pain. You know she is.”
    Bobby gaped at her, startled by her growing enthusiasm.
    â€œWe’ll kill her, Bobby,” Samantha continued. “Then it’ll be just you and me. It’ll be great! So great!”
    Bobby stared intently into her eyes. Is she serious? Is she teasing me? Is this a joke?
    No.
    No joke, he realized.
    Samantha was serious. She meant it. She really wanted to kill her sister.
    She let go of his hand and grabbed his shoulders. “Okay?” she demanded, pulling him close. She began smothering his face with rapid kisses. “Okay, Bobby? We’ll kill her? Okay?”
    She kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his chin. “Okay, Bobby? Can we kill her? Can we?”
    â€œOkay,” Bobby replied. “Let’s kill her.”

chapter 21
Bree Confesses
    S amantha smiled as she raised her hands to push back her hair. The strap on her shirt moved, and Bobby caught a glimpse of the tiny blue butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder.
    What is going on here?
Bobby asked himself, gaping in shock at the tattoo. Samantha absently pulled the strap over it and settled back behind the wheel.
    â€œI knew you’d agree,” Samantha whispered, the pleased smile still on her face. She started the car.
    Bobby stared at her. “The tattoo,” he murmured. “You didn’t have it when we drove around. You—”
    She locked her eyes on his. “What are you talking about? You
know
I have a tattoo.”
    â€œThen Bree was pretending to be you!” Bobby told her. “Bree must have found out about you and me! She took your place and—”
    â€œBobby, you’re not making any sense,” Samantha said. “You’re getting all mixed up. All the more reason to kill Bree.”
    She shifted the car and guided it onto the dirt road. “I want to show you a special place,” she said softly.
    She’s totally crazy, he decided. Samantha is really nuts.
    Why didn’t I realize it before? Why didn’t I figure it out?
    She wants to kill her own sister, her own
twin
sister.
    I have
got
to do something. I agreed to help her, I went along with her just to get her quiet. Just to make her shut up about killing Bree.
    She’s crazy. Totally crazy!
    What should I do? He thought hard as the car bumped over the narrow dirt road, curving between trees, deeper and deeper into the woods until the sun was completely blocked out by the tunnel of trees.
    I have to warn Bree, Bobby decided. That’s the first thing I’ll do. As soon as I get back to town, I’ll warn Bree. And then Bree can tell her parents or the police or whomever she wants.
    Samantha chuckled happily as the car hit a hard bump. She hummed to herself as she drove even deeper into the woods.
    Her whole mood changed when I agreed to help her kill Bree, Bobby realized, feeling his stomach knot up. She really is a sicko.
    He suddenly wondered if Samantha was the one who had been torturing him, cutting his tires, messing with his guitar, putting that disgusting monkey