Fighting for my life

Chapter 11: Just Another Murder

"Ugh. This trip was actually so much fun. I can't believe its coming to an end." I pouted.

"Yeah, well, everything comes to an end." Tiffany whispered. "shut up, thats really dark, not the time." We made our way to the bus and I said, "I CALL WINDOW SEAT."

She giggled and winked, "fineee."

We were seating on the bus, bored. We have gone nowhere because i guess we are waiting for something, or someone.

"Finally." I called while Dean and his sidekicks walked in. "what do you mean?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "You took forever and made everyone wait loser."

*A long time later*

I rolled my suitcase down the sidewalk, attempting to get to my house.

"Need some help there?" Jerk face asked. "I'm good Dean." I said while struggling to pull it. "So stubborn." He stopped his car and got out, ripping the suitcase from my hand.

"rude much?" I asked sarcastically. I hopped in the backseat and saw the two idiots also got a ride. "Hey Olive!" Mike squeaked.

"Whats up mikey?" I asked while giggling. "What about me?" Joseph sniffed sadly. "How could i forget about you?"

I yawned and he pulled up to my house. "How do you know where i live?" I asked curiously. "You ask to many questions Mi Tesoro." Dean stated. [Italian, My treasure]

"You speak Italian?"

"yeah, my dad spoke it."

"hot." I mumbled to myself.

I stared at him for a moment and then jumped out of the car, he did too.

"Here." He said, grabbing my suitcase. "Thanks for the ride."

I ran inside and saw my mom there. "How was your trip sweetheart?" She asked happily.

"Actually, it was amazing! I met some new friends and had a blast!" I grinned. "I'm glad... but are you okay?" huh? "yeah of course, why?" I asked confused.

"Your friend... i heard what happened, Delilah, was it?" She spoke softly. "y-yeah. Delilah was her name... I already grieved and i'm okay, really." I sighed.

"If you ever- need someone to talk to, i'm here for you." I gave her a reassuring smile and walked up the stairs to my room.

*ding* I reached over my bed and grabbed my phone. spam number? hmm. I opened it slowly to see someone text, "Hey Mi Tesoro." Dean.

I'm not even going to ask how you got this number, jerk. And, send.

Dean🙄

Hey Mi Tesoro

I'm not even going
to ask how you got
this number, jerk.

I have my ways.
What are you doing
right now..

Texting you, duh.
What about you?

I have some bad
news.. and your
not going to like
it. Another murder
has happened.

Wait WHAT? who died-
wait, I don't even want
to know, actually, I do.

Robe I think? I don't
know her name,
I think it was your
friend or something?

Ruby. Shit.  Do we
know who did it?

Language, love. And no we
don't. you were the first
person I told.

Can we meet up, at
Starbucks; please i don't
want my mom to read
my texts.

Of course, see you then. :)

I through on shorts and a hoodie and screamed, "I'm going to meet a friend at Starbucks, I w-will be back tonight!"

I got my bike out of the garage and headed there. This is going to be a long afternoon.