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Chapter 7

Chapter 7-

It's been a week. Yes. One whole week. We all came together trying to find where Irma could be held but with no luck. I didn't understand why Trick didn't just come up to us and kill us all. He had the men to do it. And Trick's father was a mobboss, who infiltrates shipment of weapons. So they could easily take us. I had a feeling that Laura's weapons may not be enough. That's why Zachary thought of the element of surprise. But I was still skeptical and worried that things may not work. We had no idea how Trick even knew that Beckham was working with us. We'll probably get Irma killed. And this all started with me. I'm a fuck up. I really am. Because of me Irma was kidnapped. Because of me Beckham was involved. Because of me Zachary is involved. I always do this, don't I? Mess up other people's lives, without any intention of me doing it. Messing up has come so naturally to me in the past few years that I don't even realize it. I am ashamed, honestly. I'm ashamed to be in this situation. I'm ashamed of being a failure. I have no idea how I am going to fix this. I honestly am afraid to make a move on Trick now. I am afraid because so much pressure is being put on me. I don't want to disappoint them. I really don't.

      Lau and Beckham have gone to Michel's storeroom to collect all his weapons that he may have stored. Hopefully, there are some things that we could use. Beckham also decided to get a new bow and arrow for me. It was supposed to be a surprise but I hate surprises so I had to eavesdrop.

I was home alone in my apartment. Staring at the cracked ceiling, that I had gotten so used to  in the past few months. I heard a knock on the door so I slowly got up, taking my knife that I had hid under my pillow and putting it behind my back, I peered out the peephole and saw a little bronzed head.

Zachary.

I sighed in relief and opened the door.

"Hey," he smiled, flashing his perfectly straight white teeth.

"Hey." I let him in and grabbed a beer out the refrigerator and handed it to him.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" I sat down next to him, but not next to him. I sat far away from him afraid that what happened at the shooting range may happen again.

"I know a guy that may be able to help with finding the location on Irma." Zachary placed his beer on a coaster on the coffee table and faced me.

"Who?"

"A computer geek. One of my friends. We can go meet up with him now?"

I nodded. "Let me get dressed."

I got up and went into my room. I pulled out a jeans and a hoodie and got dressed quickly. I braided my hair and grabbed my cell phone on my nightstand. I texted Lau telling her where I was going and she texted back:

Lau: "Have fun! If anything happens... remember to use protection ;)."

I laughed and didn't reply. Instead I followed Zach to his SUV.

*

Throughout the ride to the dorm rooms on campus I couldn't stop thinking about what Lau said:

.... remember to use protection

I never even had sex before why would she just assume I would sleep with Zachary? He was an idiot. And he couldn't possibly fulfill my needs. I know you think it's weird that I'm in college and I still haven't had sex yet, but I just never had time to. I never had a boyfriend. Well, a real one who actually loved me. Patrick Nolan did not count. He was just some phase. I am yet to find my Mr Darcy. But I am in no rush. I still have to kill Trick; and all that jazz. So I don't have time for that nonsense; just yet.

The whole encounter with Trick made me realize that I don't believe in love for myself. I guess now, after everything... I was kind of forced not to. The one guy I loved with every fibre of my being turned out to be some psycho killer, slash drug dealer, slash rape inflictor, slash monster. And I don't think I'll ever be able to love or trust anyone again.

Will I trust Zachary? I don't know.

Will I trust Beckham? I don't know.

Will I trust Laura? I don't know.

Will I trust Irma? I don't know.

But they're all I have. Maybe I can. I'm not sure yet. I hope I can though.

       We parked in the student lot and walked up to Zachary's friends dorm room.

When he opened the door it revealed a very messy room I was surprised that I've seen him, at the bar. He was the guy saying that Zachary was some kind of Casanova.

He had unruly brown hair, deep brown eyes that were covered in goofy glasses. But somehow, those glasses made him look super hot. He was shirtless and it looked like he had just worked out, or something.

"Wendy. This is Carson." Zachary said through clenched teeth. He looked tense.

I shook Carson's hand and smiled up at the gorgeous guy. "Wendy Bingley..."

"Carson Harris. Please come in. Excuse the mess... I'm kind of a loner and spend my days lounging around in my room and giving Zachary, the Casanova, a good name to hot girls... such as yourself." Carson said sitting down in front of his computer.

"I'm not into Zachary. No matter what you say about him will make me want him." I say almost laughing, but biting down on my lip to keep it from bubbling out.

"Is that so?" he smiled. "I'm glad."

"Why?" I asked.

"It means I stand a chance." I blushed at that.

"Anyway," Carson turned his attention to a tense Zach. "What do you need?"

"I need you to find this location." Zachary said firmly.

The picture was transferred from the cell phone to the computer and with a little of Carson's magic a name popped up on the screen.

"Lucky Star?" Carson read, frowning.

"Lucky Star..." oh I know where that is! "It's some abandoned warehouse. Trick told me that his father held his weapons there." I tell Zach.

Carson didn't seem interested in our conversation. He just went on typing some things into his computer. "It's in Las Vegas." Carson mumbled numbly.

"Thank you so much Carson!" I beamed feeling hopeful. "God, I could just kiss you now!"

"I won't mind," he grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

"On the cheek?" he asked. I saw Zach scoff from the corner of my eye.

I shrugged.

Just as I was inches away from his cheek he turned and the kiss landed on his soft lips.

"Carson!" I laughed.

"God, you are really insolent if you didn't see that coming." Zach commented.

"What the fuck crawled up your butt and died?" I snapped.

"He's just jealous, Wendy," Carson laughed.

I looked at Zach. He sighed. "Let's go," he mumbled.