Cavendish ....

I grabbed the envelope labeled Cavendish.

Emily turned and fed the other envelope into a shredder that was sitting on the floor by the side of the desk.

I quickly opened the envelope I had selected. Once again I found a single small piece of paper inside. One one side was written the following.

Memorial Park

It was a park about a 15 minute drive away from our High School. It was on the other side of town from where we live, so we didn't go there nearly as often as Robinson Park.

"Show me the location," Emily said to me, "I have to text it to Mike so he knows where to meet you."

I showed her what the paper said and she took out her phone and fired off a text message, presumably to Mike.

I flipped the paper over to see the next instructions.

Your next stop is the food court at the mall. Emily will let Sarah know that you are on your way. She will find you there and give you your next question, and the item that you will be bringing to me when you come to the specified location at the required time. Good luck, Isaac. I can assure you that Ella is getting very excited by all of this. I am not sure Trent will even know what hit him if Ella gets her way.

Emily led me back out to the front door.

"I have no idea what my sister is up to," she said, "but I suspect it is just another effort to tease you. I can see why she enjoys it so much. Not quite as sure why you seem to enjoy it, but to each his own, I guess. See ya around, Isaac."

"Bye, Emily," I said as she closed the door behind me.

Once again, I was back in the Audi, heading out on the twenty minute drive to the mall. I parked in the lot closest to the food court and made my way inside. I stopped at the Chik-Fil-A to get a Coke before looking for an empty table and taking a seat.

It felt like I had to wait forever for Sarah to arrive, but I realized it had actually only been about 5 minutes. Those 5 minutes seemed just as long, if not longer, than the 5 extra minutes I had had to wait for Mike to arrive at the library.

When Sara arrived, she was wearing short shorts and a tank top. I was pretty certain she had no bra on underneath that tank, and it made me wonder if she was pantiless as well. Sarah was hot as hell. Not as hot as Emma, of course. No one was, in my opinion, but she looked damn good. I couldn't help but think about the fact that Mike had fucked her as well. I imagined how much fun that must have been for him as I took a quick glance at her smoking hot body.

She caught me looking and smiled at me.

"I'm off limits to you, lover boy," she said to me. "Emma would kick my ass if I as much as took a sniff of you, so don't go thinking about what it would be like."

"I ... uh," I stammered. "I wasn't." I lied.

"Yeah right," she said with a snicker. "For what it's worth, I'd do you in a second if it weren't for the fact that Emma really doesn't want me to."

"Thanks for that," I said, with a healthy dose of sarcasm. Just what I needed, someone else pointing out something I wasn't allowed to have.

"You're welcome," she said with a huge grin.

She sat across from me and sat two small boxes, identical in size and shape and wrapped up like birthday presents, on the table between us. There was an envelope face down under each of them.

"You ready for your last question?" Sarah asked me.

"I suppose I am," I said.

"Okay. Here goes. Who played the character Beca in the 2012 movie Pitch Perfect?"

After asking the question, she flipped the two boxes and envelopes over so that the envelopes were face up on top of their respective boxes.

One envelope was labeled - Anna Camp. The other envelope was labeled Anna Kendrick.

It was time to make my last choice.