𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 17: You can't run forever

WE were currently inside, drinking coffee after horseback riding all afternoon. I was talking to Enzo while Anya was telling Teresa, Brenda, Hana, Sonya and Harriet embarrassing stories about me as a child and Newt, Minho Thomas and Aris were talking to Dominic.

"Be honest, if you could kill off any character from your favourite movie or TV show, who would it be?" He asked.

"Any Harry Potter character," I responded without actually thinking. He put his hand over his chest and pretended to be hurt.

"How dare you want to kill Harry Potter characters," He said with a dramatic gasp.

"Well, who would you kill off if you got the chance?"

"Honestly, probably Isabel from The Summer I Turned Pretty," He said.

"What? Why?"

"Because she causes more problems than anyone else in the story combined. Just stick with one brother then you won't have all that love triangle drama, you know?" HE said.

"I guess... She's hot though," I said.

"That part is true," He said, chuckling slightly. "I think Mr. Cowboy hat is jealous," He whispered. I choked on air.

"Excuse me?"

"He keeps looking over here and glaring at me."

"Maybe he's jealous that we're having more fun than he is with Dominic."

"Don't diss Dom like that. He's a great friend for your info."

"Probably, I don't know much about him," I said.

-

"Bye Anika, Bye Anika's friends," Anya said as we walked out the front door.

"Bye," I responded. When we were walking towards the car, Newt came up next to me. "Yes, Newt?" I asked.

"You got a new boyfriend, have you?" He smirked.

"I do not," I said.

"Maybe I was wrong about MInho, but I'm not wrong about this."

"You're wrong about both people. I don't like Minho and I don't like Enzo in that way. I barely know him."

"Yet you've spent the whole day with him," He teased.

"Because he's fun to be around. Just like all of you guys... Except Minho, but you know."

"No, I don't know. The guy literally placed a cowboy hat on your head," Newt said.

"What is with the cowboy hat? Enzo acted weird about it as well," I sighed.

"You don't know?" He asked. I shook my head. "I'm not gonna be the one to tell you, sorry, not sorry."

"Wow, you're such a great friend Newt," I said sarcastically.

"Thanks. So are you," He said. "I'm gonna go talk to Tommy, bye, loser." He ruffled my hair before walking over to Thomas.

-

Twisted Games

"Spank me! Master, spank me!"
I stifled my laugh at my bodyguard Booth's face as Leather the parrot squawked in his cage. The parrot's name said all you need to know about its previous owner's sex life, and while some found him amusing, Booth did not. He hated birds. He said they reminded him of giant flying rats.
"One day, he and Leather are going to get into it." Emma, the director of Wags & Whiskers, clucked her tongue, "Poor Booth."
I held back another laugh even as I felt a small pang in my heart. "Probably not, Booth's leaving soon."

"You reading about your fantasies again?" Minho asked, a smirk on his face.

"For the last time, knucklehead, they're not fantasies," I sighed.

"Yet you still read them," He snickered.

"I read them because they're funny, not because they're fantasies," I said.

"Mhm, sure." He poured himself a glass of water.

"Hey, why'd you place the hat on my head?" I asked and he choked on the water.

"What?"

"The hat. Why'd you place it on my head? Newt and Enzo have acted weird about it," I said.

"If you don't know, I'm not gonna tell you," He said. I groaned.

"Seriously, You're acting weird about it as well," I sighed placing my book back down on the couch. There was a knock on the door and Minho opened the door. Someone told him something then he closed the door.

"You got a love letter," He said throwing the letter at me. I looked down at it. The envelope didn't say who it came from. I opened it and just like last time, photos fell out. I picked them up before Minho could see them.

To A

You can't run forever.
No matter how hard you try.

What the shit? Again? Oh. My. Fucking. God. I look at the photos. There was one of me walking out of the hotel, one of me at Anya's house and one of me talking to Enzo. What the hell is going on and who is sending these?

"What's it say?" Minho asked and I jumped slightly.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I stuffed the letter and photos in my backpack where I put the others.

"Yeah... sure," He said before walking into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on. I went back to reading my book. I didn't even notice when Minho left the bathroom or when he walked into the bedroom or when he stood behind me. I only noticed him when he threw a pillow at my head.

"Minho, seriously?" I groaned, throwing the pillow back at him.

"Do you not want a pillow?" He asked. "You've been sleeping without one for like 3 or 4 nights now. You left it in the room when you slept in there."

"So that's why I slept uncomfortably. You stole my pillow," I said.

"I didn't steal it, you left it in the room. I thought you'd come and get it but you never did, so I threw it at your head," He explained.

"Whatever, can you throw the pillow back? I'm too lazy to stand up," I said. He picked up the pillow and threw it at my face.

"...Thanks," I said.

"No problem, Lemonhead. You sure you don't want the bed? I'll take the couch," He said.

"No, it's okay. You need some beauty rest to get ride of the rat face," I said and he scoffed.

"Excuse you, my face is already perfect." He shut the bedroom door.