A young Blake Lively as Summer.

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The next day in school he couldn't concentrate on anything, not his human or his magical classes, and during training he was checked right the f' out. The day was a complete wash.

When Ryan went to escort them home he had to make up an excuse to duck away so that he could go to the club on his usual night off. Good news though he got an extension from Ms Long for his history paper. He could rewrite it over the weekend and pass it in on Monday of next week without it affecting his mark. Chalk that up to the only good news he'd had for days.

When he showed up at the Boys' and Girls' club, Summer was surprised to see him, she volunteered on Monday and Wednesday the only day they usually worked together was Saturday.

Let's put it this way Summer was aptly named; she was hotter than the sun and made getting his ass out of bed on Saturday morning a breeze. This was the first time he'd seen her since their incarceration after their run in with Liam's crew at the school library, and she looked genuinely pleased to see him.

Lots of his kind wouldn't ever think about dating a human, too many secrets they claim, but Summer's the most beautiful human he knows and the kindest. She truly loves the kids she works with. She's slightly older than him by two years, but he gets the impression sometimes that she doesn't really mind the age difference.

She jogged up to him when he walked in and said a little breathlessly, which was sexy as hell, "Wow he's back from the dead. We thought you'd given up on us." Then she hit him with a killer smile that made his knees weak.

Summer's a tall girl for a human with long blonde hair and an athletic build. Don't laugh, but he thinks her eyes look like caramel corn. They are the lightest brown he's ever seen. To him she reminds him of a younger, sexier Blake Lively. Her hair has the same natural wave and she usually wears it in a ponytail. No matter how tightly she secures it though, a few strands always seem to find their way out as she plays and runs around with the 6-10 year olds, which makes him, want to put them back in place just to feel how soft they are.

When he realized he'd been standing staring at her like a dweeb. He chuckled to himself and said, "Nah I re-spawned and now you're stuck with me."

Relief washed over him when she laughed at his lame ass joke.

"So, have you changed your volunteer days?" she hit him with a hopeful look that gave him all kinds of strange and wonderful feelings.

"Nah I'm just here to talk to Jonah," he looked around her shoulder to see if he could spy him, "is he here?"

"No he hasn't come in yet." She gave him a concerned look, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Kyle had to chuckle again thinking you know what they say about women's intuition it's true.

He decided not to lie to her, but also not to hit her with the whole truth, "Nah he just nearly got into it with one of the other kids last night, and I just want to take a moment to remind him he'd on his last strike."

She relaxed a little before saying, "Good, let's hope you can get through to him. That kid could start a fight in an empty room." She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Tell me about it." Kyle snorted.

"Well since you're here you want to help me with my group until he shows?" She smiled at him again making him forget every other word, but yes in the English language.

He heaved a huge sigh like a lame ass dweeb and just nodded instead.

Words what were they?

By 7pm Jonah still hadn't shown and Kyle had to finally accept the reality of his situation. He'd have to put plan B into action.

He took Diego aside first, then Maleek, Tony, Jason, and Carl. Each one of them were an integral part of the plan, still he'd warned them if there was any chance of them getting caught to cut and run. Once they all knew what they were doing he wished them luck and waited nervously for the appointed time.

Everyone knew that every night around the same time Mr. Williams left his office with the day's paper for his daily constitutional, nobody had actually timed him though, so they didn't know how much time they would have.

That was where Maleek and Carl came in. Maleek was there look out and Carl was their decoy. If Mr. Williams cut his constitutionals short then the look out was to signal Carl, who as the youngest, had the highest pitched scream.

Carl would flop to the floor like a fish out of water and scream his bloody head off, while Maleek would go running to Mr. Williams. Mr. Williams usually ignored injuries, but he couldn't be seen to ignore a direct cry for help by a minor, not even he would risk the kids telling their parents that.

As soon as the coast was clear, he and Tony would creep up on the chronically locked door and try and use a paper clip to pick it. Tony assured him he'd picked a lock or two in his day and Kyle had chosen to adopt a don't ask, don't tell attitude about that little gem of information, but afterward he'd have to be a complete hypocrite and tell him that from now on he could only practice his lock picking skills in Skyrim.

Diego and Jason were set up outside as a last ditch hope. If Maleek came running outside then they knew they needed to set up the crates at the foot of the window and bang on it to alert Kyle inside. Then he'd have to book it out the window, because there'd only be seconds left to escape.

He hoped their plan worked. He also wished, not for the first time, and definitely not for the last, that he wielded a little more magic than just dumb luck. But if that was all he had, he hoped luck was on his side tonight.

With the lyrics of Daft Punk's Get Lucky stuck in his head. He sat down on the bench at centre court and waited for his cue.

When Maleek ran by the door that was his cue that Mr. Williams was headed for the bathroom, and with his heart in his throat, he stood up and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. When he made it to Mr. William's office door, Tony was just trying the knob.

Fortunately, for all of them the office was down a rarely used corridor and not in plain sight. Kyle held his breath, and sent out a plea to lady luck, and his prayers were answered when he watched it turn easily and the door swung open in front of him. Tony went to whoop, but Kyle threw his hand up palms up, and made the universal gesture to keep it down as he held one finger to his lips.

Tony just smirked at him as he entered the office which made Kyle sigh. What kind of a role model was he being now, a pretty shitty one that was for damn sure?

It was never in the plan that Tony would come into the office with him, but he didn't have time to argue with him. So he checked his watch to note the time. He'd need to keep an eye on it if he wanted to get them both out without being found out.

The office was lit by a single dim desk lamp, and was just as cluttered as last time he had the misfortune of visiting. But it wasn't dark enough for Tony to miss Kyle's you weren't supposed to come in stare, which Tony just chuckled at.

Damn did all his kids have to have an issue with authority?

As Tony continued to smirk at him, Kyle had to admit that two people looking is faster than one, so he whispered, "Start looking in the desk. I'll take the filing cabinet."

Tony gave a tight nod and got straight to work.

Kyle was lost in his task when Tony exclaimed. Kyle heart began to race thinking he'd found what they were looking for, which was one hell of a relief that it hadn't taken as long as he'd thought, but when he crossed the room to look in the draw Tony was gawking at, he realized that drawer held no files.

Instead of files, the left drawer of Mr. William's desk held a wide selection of very graphic porn.

When Tony went to grab a few glossy mags and stuff them in his shorts. Kyle mouthed put it back and locked him in a hard stare. At first he looked like he was going to completely ignore him, then he sighed audibly and reluctantly put them back, before closing the drawer snarkily.

Kyle smiled at the very dejected guy and thought maybe there was hope for him yet.

When Carl started screamed so loud Kyle's balls snuck back in to his body, the terrified teen started digging through the disorderly files like a mad man. When he came up empty he looked frantically at Tony who just shrugged.

Shit where is it! And then it hit him. He'd talked to the admin last night just before closing. He probably took out his file today to make a note of the vandalism and theft. He was a disorganized slob, but apparently you don't get to be a head administrator without knowing how to keep meticulous records.

Kyle prayed he was right as he started digging through the trash on Mr. Williams desk. He was so frantic he'd missed it the first couple of times through, but finally he found it under a crispy crème box.

It was covered in sugary donut powder, but it was there. He flipped it open eagerly and grabbing a pen he started digging in the pile for some paper. When out of nowhere Tony grabbed his crazed hand and stilled it with his own. He shoved his phone in his face and rolled his eyes in the over exaggerated way that only thirteen year olds can do.

As he deftly flipped through the pages he took pic after pic. Seriously Jonah's file was so thick it resembled War and Peace. Sheesh how much trouble can one kid get in to anyway, but Tony was nothing if not thorough, he continued to snap photos.

That's when it happened.

The thud on the window next to them was so loud and so starling that Tony's phone nearly flew out of his hand when he jumped, but luckily he managed to hold on to it. Kyle nearly pissed himself, but if he ever retold this story, he was definitely going to leave that part out.

Kyle heard Mr. Williams loud footsteps coming down the corridor and he knew there was no time they had to jump out the window or they'd be caught for sure.

He dove for the window just a fraction of second before a very scared Tony did, and when he opened it he nearly took Tony's head off when he shoved him unceremoniously through it. He hadn't thought about it, but he'd shoved him through head first. All he could think as he went through a little more delicately, and closed it behind him, was that he hoped someone had caught him on the other end.

If not, it was going to be difficult to explain away cement rash and a concussion to the staff of the boys and girls club.

As he jumped down quietly on to the paved walkway under the window, his entire unlikely crew of bandits and thieves were crouched there waiting for him and looking at him like they'd just broken into a bank fault. Their smiles were infectious, but he had to get them out from under and away from the admin's window, without them being noticed, so he gestured for them to follow him as he silently picked up one of the crates to sneak it back beside the dumpster.

He remained in his crouch and duck walked next to the side of the building until they reached a spot he could be certain they would not be observed. By the sound of scraping gravel over cement, he could tell the boys had follow suit. Someday when he wasn't so busy he might laugh at the fact that he must look like a mother duck leading her ducklings to safety.

The sun had already gone down and the shadows cast by the dim light of the parking lot gave them the cover they needed. Once behind the dumpster the kids whooped and hugged and even he had to get into the action. They'd done it. They'd pulled it off with no one suspended or fired.

Kyle broke up the party it was time to get back to the others before someone got suspicious, but not before he had a chance to look at the pictures.

"Let's not celebrate yet. The address might not be on the pictures." He announced to a suddenly dejected looking group.

Promptly remembering his part in all this, Tony started scrolling through his pictures. While everyone huddling in to get a closer look. It wasn't until he saw a big goofy grin spread across Tony's face that he realized he had been holding his breath, and when he turned the phone to show him the picture with Jonah's address on it, he let out a puff of air as he cracked a satisfied grin of his own.

In Kyle's haste to get out the window he'd forgotten to drop the pen. He started to scrawl the very long address on his hand, but had to snicker to himself as he thought: funny how now that he wasn't in a tight situation he could think of that alternative.

He thanked the guys, especially Tony, he never would have gotten the address without him, and he sent them on their way, back to their programs in the club. Before they left he said, "Remember guys not a word. Loose lips sink ships." He cautioned.

Kyle had to roll his eyes when Diego added, "And snitches get stitches, "in a tough guy voice which was incredibly cute.

Kyle gave a satisfied sigh as he strode to the bus stop. He knew exactly where Jonah's house was; it was only ten or so blocks from his own. He hoped he was home, because he was going to be getting an unexpected visitor very soon.

I hope you all liked this chapter.

Finally something has gone right for Kyle.

What do you think? Do you think Jonah still has the backpack?

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