~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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I wake up the next morning with one thought beating in my skull like a second heartbeat: I need a plan. A real one. One that gets me out of here alive. And preferably one that doesn't involve Rafe in any meaningful capacity.
I sit up, the sheets cold, the room colder. Rafe is asleep on the floor, one arm thrown over hiding from the sun that isn't even hitting him.
For a second- I consider waking him. Then i remember literally everything about him, and the second shrivels up and dies.
I walk to the window quietly. A guard stands right outside, staring straight ahead like a statue with a gun.
"Hey! Hey. I need to talk to Mr. Singh. Hey go get Mr. Singh." I knock on the glass.
Behind me, rage stirs. "What are you doing?" He asks
I ignore him. "Hey you! I need to talk to Mr. Singh." I said
"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Hey. What are you doing?" Rafe scrambles to his feet
"Like I owe you an explanation" I scoff
"Think for a second. Stella what are you doing?" He asked.
I move to the door and start banging. "Hello?" I say
"Hey! What're you doing?" Rafe repeats, like if he says it enough times I'll suddenly listen.
"Don't talk to me!" I snap
"You're lying about this diary thing. You know where it is." Rafe said
"No I don't" I said
"You don't? Okay." He scoffs.
"You wish" I mumble and return to the window.
"Okay listen I wouldn't tell me either. But he's never gonna believe we don't know something all right? Singh killed that-" rafe starts
"Hey!" I shove his hand away before he can touch me.
"Look around Stella I'm the only friend you got." He said
Before I can answer, the door opens. A guard walks in, all business.
"I need to talk to Mr. Singh. I have something to tell him. It's urgent." I said immediately.
"Yes" the guard says, and grabs my arm.
Rafe tries to say something, but I'm already gone.
Singh is sitting at a table eating lunch like this is a business retreat, not....whatever the hell this actually is.
"I lied. I know about the diary. I don't have the original. But I can get you a copy." I said
He looks genuinely pleased. "I'm relieved to hear you say that you know. May I offer you something to eat?" He asks
