Partners in Crime

Chapter 7>M.H.

"Caaaaaaaaaaaaake!" I groaned, annoying the heck out of Nate.

"Whaaaaat?" He mimicked, I narrowed my eyes at him. "I want caaa-" He slapped his hand over my mouth, annoyed beyond heck of my behavior.

I crossed my arms and pouted - as much as I can with a hand over my mouth. Suddenly, an idea popped in my head...in the good way.

"OW!!!!!!" He shrieked, releasing my face from his grip. "What the heck?! Why'd you bite me, Kaia?!" Nate yelled at me, cradling his 'oh-so wounded hand'.

"That's whatcha get for not gettin' me my cake!" I grinned, I probably looked like the cat from Alice in wonderland if that's possible.

"Whatever," He got up, grabbing his jacket,"Let's go to the bakery." Man did he sound annoyed. 

Good. 

I stood up with him and made sure the make up was still on, now wasn't really the time to let anyone know I was M.H. and I really wanted that cake. Nate handed me my hoody and I slipped it on, pulling the hood up. Adjusting my glasses, I followed Nate to his 'cycle' - which was an old motorcycle he had fixed. Looked pretty cool, but he seriously needed a 'woman's touch'. 

"Which bakery?" The male questioned, annoyingly. "Hn...the one next to the bridge?" 

"Where else, idiot?" I flicked his forehead. 

"Dont flick me...!" He hisses at me, but starts driving nonetheless. As we drove by a crime scene I tapped on Nate's shoulder, motioning for him to stop. Nate audibly sighed - annoyed - and stopped the motorcycle. I hopped off and jogged over to the dead body. Before the officers could pull me away, I spotted that the man had something on his arm.

Hey stitches. Hiding are you? Ready or not, here I come. 

It was her. Discord. 

I turned away and hopped on the cycle again,"Drive. Now."

Nate's eyes widened at my sudden change, quickly stepping on the pedal. Launching us forward. As we were driving I fingered my stitch.