Jake
I run into the hotel after Kylie. One, who does she think she is running away from me? I could have her killed in seconds if I tried. Two, we needed to talk it out, whatever it is.
I was still very confused, and I'm sure two brains work better than one. And what Reys said was fucking with my head, not to add Kylie messing with my hormones as well.
Either Reys was lying, which is likely, or he was saying the truth (which is not likely) and we have been complete idiots.
And I don't even know what we are being complete idiots about, what could our parents possibly be doing? To use us?
Kylie runs up to the front desk, glaring at anyone at a 5 feet radius to her. The clerk is wide eyed and shaking as she speaks with Kylie. Gee I wonder why, maybe because this idiot was stupid enough not to wipe the fucking blood off of her so she looks like a lunatic.
"Give me a damn room now!" She slams her fist on the counter and growls at the clerk.
The front desk lady has her reddish hair in a nice sleek low bun, she pushes her thick black glasses up her nose as she types furiously onto her keyboard. Everyone in the lobby has stopped to watch the scene.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" Kylie grumbles as she looks around at everyone, and soon her eyes land on me.
I grin and walk up to her just as she snatches the key card from the front desk, slamming a hundred dollar bill on it and hurrying off to the elevator.
Oh no she doesn't.
I run after her, and I'll admit, she's fast. But I still catch up to her.
She presses on the elevator's "close doors" button furiously to the point I think it'll break.
Just as I reach the doors, they fucking close.
"Shit!" I yell and slam my fist against the door. Guess I'm taking the stairs.
I look up at the screen on top of the elevator, and it reads floor 23. You've got to be fucking kidding me.
I race to and up the stairs, feeling the heat pain in my calves. I've never been one for extreme workouts, especially running up 23 fucking floors.
I finally reach the 23rd floor to see that the elevator doors closing, and Kylie walking the other way. Her hips sway side to side and her hair snakes down her back and shoulders. What a shame.
She opens her door by swiping her key card over the sensor, and as if she senses me, she turns around with a glare.
I catch my breath, trying not to seem so out of breath as I walk up to her. She goes in and goes to close the door but I wedge my foot between the door and the wall, stopping it from closing.
"What do you want?" She groans and opens the door wide.
"Well there's many things actually" I tap my chin as I walk in, kicking the door shut behind me.
She simply just rolls her eyes and sits on the bed, leaning back so her hands on the mattress support her. I stand between her legs and grab her jaw.
"First who do you think you are running away from me?" I frown down at her and she only grins.
"The name's Kylie Schuyler." She says making me roll my eyes.
I let go of the grasp on her jaw and flop down on the mattress next to her.
"You know no one is on this floor, meaning no one will hear your screams for help when I kill you." She says looking over her shoulder at me.
"I should be saying that to you darling." I continue. "And maybe it won't even be because I'm killing you." I wink and she scoffs.
"So what are we doing?" She asks laying down as well, her hair fanning out around her head.
"I don't know? Strategize I guess?" I furrow my brows with a shrug and she groans.
"Fucking idiot" She mumbles thinking I can't hear her.
"Fine then I have a plan." I say sitting up and resting my elbows on my knees.
"Go on?" She quirks a brow at me.
"We are going to go through the list together, because who knows why we got the same list. And I doubt it was a mistake, someone is setting us up. And then we question everyone on the list before we kill them, to see if what Desmond said was right or not." I plan out.
Kylie stays quiet for a bit before meeting my eyes and nodding. " A smart idiot. "
I just roll my eyes and pull my phone out, dialing Shawn's number.
He picks up after the second ring."What?" He grumbles into the phone.
"I have something for you to do instead of moping around in ur sad little car." I say with a pause.
"Ok? What do I do?" He sighs.
"I need you to go back to base and grab anything useful, preferably guns. And then come back and give them to me. Oh and double the amount because it's two of us and not just me."
"Two of us?" He questions.
"Kylie and I."
"Of course." He scoffs. "Ok on it." And he hangs up.
