"Piss off, Jerome!"
"Have I mentioned how much I love your sweet talk?"
"And have I mentioned how much I hate you?"
Lyla Harris and Jerome Clarke hate each other. A fact that everyone at Anubis House knew, though they regularly hung out, and tried t...
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┌─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┐ CHAPTER TWO: House of Food Fights └─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┘
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Arriving back at the house with Amber, their conversation was interrupted as Patricia came stomping down the stairs, and pulled Lyla aside. Amber gave the two a weird look before going into the sitting room with everyone else. "You find Joy?" Lyla asked her roommate.
"Did you know about this?" Patricia interrogated her, frantically. The pink haired girl gave a confused look, "About what?" she asked.
"Joy leaving!" Patricia yelled. "Leaving? What are you on about?" Lyla asked. "Joy she's gone! All of her stuff is gone, but she left her phone and Bunsy-Bun, and the American girl she's taken her place!" Patricia ranted.
"What?" Lyla asked again, even more confused than before.
"I think she knows something, she's playing dumb, I just know it!" She crossed her arms, wearing a scowl.
"Okay, Trix, calm down. I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this." Lyla tried, but it seemed her friend was just getting more worked up.
"Whatever it is, I'm gonna find out." Patricia decided, before grabbing Lyla's arm and dragging her to the sitting room. "Does anyone have Joy's home number?" She asked the whole room. Lyla rolled her eyes and took a seat between Alfie and Jerome on the couch. "Hey losers!" She greeted the two.
"Why do you need her home number?" Mara asked the now pacing girl.
"She's disappeared and she left her phone here, and she's been replaced!" The girl started pacing around the room.
"What!" Everyone in the room exclaimed, at the announcement.
"Yeah, so does anyone have the number? I need to make sure she's alright." The worried girl asked; they all shook their heads. Jerome and Alfie started a thumb war over Lyla's lap; she rolled her eyes.
Patricia groaned, "Ugh, I can't believe no ones got Joy's home number."
"That's because this is her home, just call her phone." Amber said, obliviously. "Amber keep up, I told you she left her phone behind." Patricia urged. "So text her, duh." The blonde retorted. Patricia tapped her head, saying, "Stupidity leak."
Lyla giggled at her friends, but she quickly dropped it as Alfie and Jerome's thumb war had punched her right in the chest. The pink haired girl elbowed both of them in the sides; they groaned in pain, "Enough." she seethed.
