Free Who Killed the Homecoming Queen? by R.L. Stine, Bill Schmidt Page B

missing, the more worried he gets, Eva thought. And telling him about the phone call didn’t help. If only I could figure out what’s going on!
    â€œSo what did the police say?” Keith asked, interrupting Eva’s thoughts.
    â€œI told you. They didn’t believe me.” Eva scowled. “They still think the whole thing is a joke.”
    â€œSome joke,” Keith muttered. “I can’t believe they aren’t taking it seriously.”
    Eva nodded. It doesn’t make sense, she thought.
    None of this makes sense.
    â€œWell, listen. I have to go,” Keith told her,zipping up his black leather jacket. “Uh-oh,” he murmured. “Here comes trouble.”
    Eva turned and saw Leslie striding toward them, her long brown hair blowing in the wind. “Keith!” Leslie called out. “I need to talk to you!”
    Keith sighed.
    â€œWhat’s the problem?” Eva whispered to him.
    â€œShe wants to be a star, that’s the problem,” he murmured. “She won’t get out of my face.”
    Leslie hurried up to them. “I’ve been trying to call you, Keith,” she told him accusingly.
    â€œYeah. Well, I’ve been kind of busy.”
    â€œAnd kind of worried,” Eva added. “About Tania, remember?”
    Leslie scowled, insulted. “Of course I remember.” She pulled a strand of hair out of her eyes and turned to Keith again. “That’s one of the reasons I want to talk to you.”
    Keith’s eyes lit up. “You know something about her?”
    â€œNo. How should I?” Leslie asked impatiently. “Anyway, I know you need someone to play the Homecoming Queen in your video. So I’ve decided to forget how you dumped me from the part. I’ll do it.”
    â€œUm …” Keith shifted his weight and glanced around.
    â€œWhat’s the problem?” Leslie asked. “You
do
need an actress, right?”
    â€œWell … no. Sorry,” Keith told her. “But I’ve dropped the Homecoming Queen idea.”
    Eva stared at him in surprise. He hadn’t told her. She knew how much that video meant to him, but she felt glad anyway. With Tania gone, it wouldn’t be the same.
    â€œBut you have to have
some
thing to show the film schools,” Leslie insisted. “You’re not giving up, are you?”
    â€œNo way,” Keith replied. “I’m working on another video now. With Sandy.”
    â€œOh?” Leslie’s eyes gleamed with interest. “What’s it about? Is there a part for me?”
    Keith shook his head. “Sorry,” he repeated. “It’s kind of a secret project.”
    Leslie scowled at him. “And you’re doing it with Sandy. And there’s nothing in it for me.”
    â€œRight.”
    Leslie tossed her hair back and glared at him.
    Keith shrugged. “Sorry,” he told her for the third time.
    â€œOh, stop saying that!” Leslie snapped. “You’re not sorry at all!”
    Keith shrugged again. “Whatever.”
    Eva turned away, thinking she’d go over and try to cheer Jeremy up.
    But Jeremy had left. Instead, Eva saw Sandy walking toward them.
    Leslie spotted him, too. She sucked in her breath and stalked away, giving Sandy a disgusted glance as she passed him.
    â€œWhat’s her problem?” Sandy asked as he shuffled slowly up to them. “Never mind. I don’t wantto hear it. I was halfway home when I realized I forgot all my books. I must be losing my mind.”
    Eva stared at him. “You look terrible,” she told him.
    â€œI feel terrible.” Sandy blinked his red-rimmed eyes. “I haven’t slept. I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about Tania.”
    â€œNobody can,” Eva murmured. “We’re all worried out of our minds.”
    â€œYeah.” Keith punched Sandy lightly on the arm. “Go home, man. At least try to sleep. You look