The Case of the Missing Mascot (A Sherlock Shakespeare Mystery Book 1) by Sydney Katt Page A
Authors: Sydney Katt
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broken up for good this time."
"Why is that so exciting to you?" I stopped walking, a horrifying thought setting up shop in my mind. "Don't tell me you've got a thing for her."
"Everyone has a thing for her." When he realized I wasn't still walking, he came back to me. "What? She's hot and I'm awesome. I totally have a shot."
"I know you do." That was the problem.
"Sorry. We don't have to talk about Tanya while you still don't know what's going on with Tom."
I started walking again. "Oh, I know what's going on. I'm pretty sure I broke up with him tonight."
"Don't yell at me or anything for saying this, but since when has Tom ever let you break up with him?"
He had a point. "Probably since I decided he didn't get to own me."
Watson chased after me, pestering me for details, but I didn't feel like rehashing it. It wasn't like he'd have to wait long to find out anyway. I'm sure Tom had called several of his pals to let them know how horrible I was. He was probably already trying to line up a sure thing for after the dance.
It didn't matter. Tom could sleep with every hot girl between here and Austin if that's what he wanted. Not my problem.
I had a mascot to find.
Don't get me wrong; the way people were freaking out about a missing pig was still totally stupid. I'd just never needed a distraction from life like I did right now. Drew hated me, Jamie was insane, Tom would never let me end things with him without some sort of a scene and now there was a chance my brother was going to hook up with the one girl at the school I couldn't stand. Oh, and I was potentially schizophrenic or something.
Sad as it was, finding that damn pig was the only normal thing in my life right now.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Thursday was basically the worst day ever. From the moment I stepped foot on school grounds, everyone seemed to be looking at me and whispering. As predicted, Tom had called his remaining high school buddies to fill them in on what a terrible girlfriend I was. Yeah, girlfriend. I didn't get to be free until he said so.
And no, I wasn't just being paranoid. When I was in the restroom between second and third period, I heard a group of underclassmen gossiping about how they would worship the ground the former quarterback walked on if they were lucky enough to be his girlfriend. I knew that I should wait in the stall until they left, but that was something Doormat Sherlock would do.
Instead, I left the stall and walked through the middle of the now silent group to get to the sink. When I was done washing my hands, I turned back to them and said, "Maybe you should tell Tom that when he's here for the game tomorrow night. See how much you enjoy being cheated on and controlled by that arrogant asshole."
While it felt good to say something instead of continuing to pretend I didn't notice anything, it wasn't the smart thing to do. Before the door could close behind me, the girls started gossiping again. "I don't get why he's with her. She's not even pretty."
I probably could've done without hearing that.
Lunch usually wasn't so bad because I always sat with Drew and having him with me was like a shield against all the petty high school crap. Today, however, he walked right by me without so much as a glance and went to sit with Tanya and the other cheerleaders. That appeared to be the signal they'd been waiting for and they all started flashing dirty looks my way.
Whatever. I removed my phone from my pocket and tried Jamie. She was a no-show for school again today. When her cell went straight to voicemail, I tried the landline. Her mother always picked up if she was home, regardless of how many telemarketers called.
"She's got some kind of a bug, Sherlock. I'm sure she'll be back on Monday."
"Oh. Should I pick up her assignments and bring them over after school?"
"She's already made arrangements with all her teachers."
"I could come over anyway."
"I wouldn't." Jamie's mother lowered her voice. "She's barely coming out of her
"Why is that so exciting to you?" I stopped walking, a horrifying thought setting up shop in my mind. "Don't tell me you've got a thing for her."
"Everyone has a thing for her." When he realized I wasn't still walking, he came back to me. "What? She's hot and I'm awesome. I totally have a shot."
"I know you do." That was the problem.
"Sorry. We don't have to talk about Tanya while you still don't know what's going on with Tom."
I started walking again. "Oh, I know what's going on. I'm pretty sure I broke up with him tonight."
"Don't yell at me or anything for saying this, but since when has Tom ever let you break up with him?"
He had a point. "Probably since I decided he didn't get to own me."
Watson chased after me, pestering me for details, but I didn't feel like rehashing it. It wasn't like he'd have to wait long to find out anyway. I'm sure Tom had called several of his pals to let them know how horrible I was. He was probably already trying to line up a sure thing for after the dance.
It didn't matter. Tom could sleep with every hot girl between here and Austin if that's what he wanted. Not my problem.
I had a mascot to find.
Don't get me wrong; the way people were freaking out about a missing pig was still totally stupid. I'd just never needed a distraction from life like I did right now. Drew hated me, Jamie was insane, Tom would never let me end things with him without some sort of a scene and now there was a chance my brother was going to hook up with the one girl at the school I couldn't stand. Oh, and I was potentially schizophrenic or something.
Sad as it was, finding that damn pig was the only normal thing in my life right now.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Thursday was basically the worst day ever. From the moment I stepped foot on school grounds, everyone seemed to be looking at me and whispering. As predicted, Tom had called his remaining high school buddies to fill them in on what a terrible girlfriend I was. Yeah, girlfriend. I didn't get to be free until he said so.
And no, I wasn't just being paranoid. When I was in the restroom between second and third period, I heard a group of underclassmen gossiping about how they would worship the ground the former quarterback walked on if they were lucky enough to be his girlfriend. I knew that I should wait in the stall until they left, but that was something Doormat Sherlock would do.
Instead, I left the stall and walked through the middle of the now silent group to get to the sink. When I was done washing my hands, I turned back to them and said, "Maybe you should tell Tom that when he's here for the game tomorrow night. See how much you enjoy being cheated on and controlled by that arrogant asshole."
While it felt good to say something instead of continuing to pretend I didn't notice anything, it wasn't the smart thing to do. Before the door could close behind me, the girls started gossiping again. "I don't get why he's with her. She's not even pretty."
I probably could've done without hearing that.
Lunch usually wasn't so bad because I always sat with Drew and having him with me was like a shield against all the petty high school crap. Today, however, he walked right by me without so much as a glance and went to sit with Tanya and the other cheerleaders. That appeared to be the signal they'd been waiting for and they all started flashing dirty looks my way.
Whatever. I removed my phone from my pocket and tried Jamie. She was a no-show for school again today. When her cell went straight to voicemail, I tried the landline. Her mother always picked up if she was home, regardless of how many telemarketers called.
"She's got some kind of a bug, Sherlock. I'm sure she'll be back on Monday."
"Oh. Should I pick up her assignments and bring them over after school?"
"She's already made arrangements with all her teachers."
"I could come over anyway."
"I wouldn't." Jamie's mother lowered her voice. "She's barely coming out of her
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