"Andrea? Andrea?" I practically yelled into the phone when her voice cut out for the second time.
There was a weird noise on the other end followed by distant voices that I was able to barely make out.
"And Jeremy said she'd be hard to deal with. Hardly even worth the hassle of driving all the way out here," one of the voices said, though I couldn't tell who it was.
"Let me go," I heard Andrea growl.
"Shut it, bitch, you're in our hands now. Jeremy's waiting for you and he's pissed. You'll be getting what's coming to you."
I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it for a moment before hanging it up. Anger began to well up inside me at what I had just overheard. Not only had they been able to find her and capture her, but she had just figured out what had happened to all of us. She had the answer that could help reverse this whole mess and now the chances of things returning to normal were slim to none. And the fact that they were taking her to Jeremy just made matters worse.
Something had to be done. I couldn't just stand there and let her be taken to what was sure to be torture of some kind. A chill went down my spine at the very thought of what they would do to her.
I set off down the empty hallway toward the office. As I got closer, there were more people running around here and there, getting things ready for the memorial service that was set for sunset. I dodged past them, ducking into the main office and heading straight for what used to be the principal's office.
"Jacob, Andrew's busy. He doesn't want to be disturbed," Mary Heckbarth said quickly, stepping in front of me to make her point.
"It's important. I'm sure he'll want to hear about this," I replied, skirting around her before she could stop me.
I entered to find Andrew at the desk scribbling something down on a piece of paper. I ignored what he was writing, assuming it was some sort of speech for tonight.
"Andrew, we've got a problem."
"And what would that be?" he asked, not looking up.
"They found Andrea and captured her and are taking her back to Jeremy."
He looked up at me and blinked once before speaking. "And that's our problem because…?"
I stared at him in disbelief. "Andrew, she figured it out. She figured out what caused all this and she was just calling to tell me what happened when she was ambushed."
"And what am I supposed to do about it?"
"We need to come up with a plan to break her out of there. If we can manage that, we might just be able to reverse this whole thing."
"Look, Jacob, she left the Coalition to go on her little search for the truth. Once she stepped foot out of those doors and left, her well-being stopped being our problem. I'm not going to risk the safety of everyone here because she decided to go off by herself and then got caught. It's her own damn problem."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. She went off to try and figure it out in order to try and save us all from what this society is turning into. She knew the risks when she left, but she knew it was for the best if it meant we'd be free of Jeremy and his gang. She did it for us. We owe her at least enough to try and get her out of there."
"We owe her nothing. The only reason you think we have to go find her is because you've had a crush on her since sophomore year. If it weren't for that, we wouldn't be having this conversation. End of story. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm busy, so get out," he said pointedly.
"Busy with what? The memorial service? Please, there are so many more important things we should be dealing with than some stupid memorial service. The fact that you pulled the whole scavenging force from their mission in order to help set everything up means we're going to be behind on supplies for days, most likely. We're getting closer and closer to being picked off one by one and you're too busy writing some stupid speech on something you know nothing about to care," I said angrily, yanking the piece of paper out from under his hand.
"Hey, come on, man. Give it here," he demanded, jumping up from his chair.
I glanced down at what he had written and was immediately shocked, disgusted, and angrier. "What the hell is this?" I demanded.
"It's nothing that concerns you, now give it," he said, reaching across the desk to try and take it from me.
I stepped back, preventing him from doing so. "This is why you won't help her isn't it?"
"No, I told you why we're not—"
"You're selling us all out, aren't you? Tonight's just some kind of ploy to get everyone distracted so we won't be able to defend ourselves. That's why you said everyone had to stay around to help. It'll make it easier for them catch us all in one place and we'll be too surprised to put up a fight. And then you'll get your reward, won't you? That's what this is all about, isn't it?"
"I'm saving lives," he growled. "You don't think they weren't planning to do this for the last month? If I hadn't done something, they would've come in here and burned the place to the ground, taking the hot girls with them and slaughtering the rest of us."
"And you don't think they'll do that anyway?"
"At least this way there's a chance."
"If you were half the leader Karen was you would've never even thought about something as stupid as—"
"Shut up. Karen resigned, remember? That's not exactly what I would call leader material."
"Even after brain damage she was smart enough to realize she wasn't able to run this place properly. You're too delusional to see that it might be in our best interests for you to do the same."
"If that's how you really feel then why don't you take me down?" Andrew challenged.
I glared at him. "I've got more important things to deal with than your power trip. I can't believe it took me this long to realize why Andrea really left this place," I said, disgusted. "I'm going to go break her out myself and watch as your plan falls apart in front of you. You'll realize what an idiot you are for thinking this would work. Hopefully we'll have figured out a way to reverse everything before anyone gets hurt because of what you've done," I continued, heading for the door without looking at him.
"Right, okay," he replied sarcastically. "And when they catch you I hope you get what you deserve."
"Likewise," I spat as I stormed out the door, slamming it behind me.
Mary seemed a little surprised by my actions as I continued angrily out of the office, but I didn't care. Andrew was an asshole and I wasn't going to be stuck here when Jeremy's gang showed up to enslave us all. The only option I had was to go after Andrea myself. It wouldn't be easy, but it was our only real hope for getting out of this situation.
I headed downstairs to the locker room to get my things before making my way to the seldom-used anymore music hallway and sneaking outside. I had no idea what my plan of action was, but I figured if I could stay out of sight until the onslaught began, it would be a lot easier to get to her. That was my main goal. I didn't know what I'd do with myself if I wasn't able to find her.
A/N: Yay! I kept my word about getting this chapter up pretty quickly! Hope you all enjoyed :) This particular chapter lacks a flashback because the more I thought about it, the more it made sense that Andrea would have the flashbacks after being alone for so long. In other words, if I write any other chapters from Jacob's point of view, no flashbacks will be present, though Andrea's will still have at least one.