Squad Goals: Part 1

(Two) Fall Out Girl

"Fuck," I breathed. "What the hell does he want from us?" I was pissed off yes, but more or less I was buzzing with anxiety. This was some serious stuff here and now, and I knew deep down despite me barely knowing the man that he was not playing around here. We were actually in trouble. The letter was a threat.

Lilly had stormed out of the room, obviously upset over this. I was going to follow her and see how she was but I decided it was best to leave her alone for the time being to sort this out for herself. It's always been better that way, anyways.

I turned to Veronica, yanking the sheet out from her hands and she let me. I read over it multiple times, pacing anxiously back and forth trying to understand. I read deeply into it trying to figure out just what he wanted with us and why, and I came up blank. It was obvious to be, though, that whatever it was surely wouldn't be beneficial to our side.

Why after all these years did he turn up now? And how did he know all of this stuff about us? Surely he didn't watch us, right? This was freaking me out and my non-existent heart would be thrumming speedily if it wasn't for him.

Wait, maybe he was tracking us? He did have those computer systems in his lab that watched our minds and my mind was linked to his goddamn computer software. This asshole had the nerve to stalk us! I'll have to speak with Lilly about this later.

I stormed out of the room and to the elevator, wanting nothing more than to go home. Everything around me was spinning, and my mind was whizzing with so many thoughts both nasty and curious. I was contemplating every single word dripped onto that sheet, wondering all about his daughters and tactics.

Was it really true, what he said about me? I hoped that he wouldn't have doubted me, because despite me hating who I've become now being stuck with this goddamn curse he bestowed upon me with death, I still didn't like being doubted or talked to like that. He must have known writing that would get to me, and I really did try to let it not, but it stuck like glue and weighed my chest down like stones.

Once I arrived in my small home in the heart of Mexico, I instantly slammed the door behind me and let myself drop to the floor. I didn't even care that it was the front hallway because there was nothing else I'd rather do than sleep it off as my thoughts carried me into rest.

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Today was October 19th.

Fuck. It was time and we still didn't have a plan except for: Run for your fucking life.

I sped down the vacant road on my way to meet the girls in New York. I even had my ridiculous disguise on so I could fit in with the absolutely horrid style this generation has. Though, my disguise was practically pointless because Lilly and I couldn't figure out how to block the music blaring from me in time so I'd be recognized anyway. Oh well.

"Hey," I breathed as I neared Veronica who was buried in the tourists.

She rushed up to me, eyes wide. "Have you seen Lilly?"

I shook my head, confused. "No. She's usually late to things, though."

"True."

But we waited. Five minutes later, when we were supposed to be here, she wasn't. Another five minutes after, she yet again wasn't. Five minutes turned to ten, to fifteen, to twenty and up to a half an hour when we knew she wasn't showing up. Me being the obnoxiously pessimistic person that I am, I began to panic and utter cruelties that could be beginning right at this moment.