Locket In (OHSHC)

Chapter 18: Secrets are no fun

"So then he took it out and started crying!!!" Nicole nearly died laughing on the floor.

"O-oh my g-god hahahhaha!!!" Tears streamed down my face.

"I can't! I can't! Oh my god hahaha!" Nicole continued to laugh hysterically into the rug on the floor.

Are laugher dimmed down after a few minutes.

"He would totally do something like that." I said.

"Yeah he would." She chuckled.

"Anyways... It's about like 6, wanna order a pizza?" I asked Nicole as she checked her phone after I said the time.

"Wow it's already 7? Yeah sure you also wanna get those-"

"Mozzarella sticks?" I smirked at her.

"Hell yeah!" She threw her arms in the air.

After ordering Nicole began to change into her pajamas.

"Do you think I should were this shirt or this shirt?" She held up two different band shirts.

"That one." I pointed to the one in her left hand.

"Good that's the one I wanted." Nicole smiled.

"Then why the fuck did you ask me?" I gave her a confused face.

She gave me an annoyed face in response.

"You should change too." She pointed at my really long t-shirt that I was wearing.

"Yeah, it would be really awkward in front o the pizza guy.

I took off my shirt and flipped through some draws to find black shorts.

"Ok what should I wear for a shirt? This angel wings one or my dance shirt?" I held up two cropped tops.

"Mmmm... Angel wings, day hawt!" She stepped into her baggy pajama pants a the door bell sounded.

We darted our eyes at each other.

"Fuck!"

I grabbed my shirt an wallet and bulleted down the stairs. Nicole rushed after me. Jack probably already left to go home and almost all the other workers have too. A lot of the maids live in our house, but no one was probably going to actually answer the door if they were not expecting anyone. The huge problem was that not only was no one going to answer the door, but also Nicole and I are on the THIRD FLOOR. Our pizza is on the first.

Big problem.

"Don't you guys... Have like elevators or something!?" Nicole huffed as we finally reached the second floor and rushed around the corner.

"No... We are working on it though." I breathed deeply as we touched the first step of the stairs. The door bell rang once again.

"GAHH!!!"

"We're coming!!!" I yelled, fumbling down the stairs like a maniac.

We reached the bottom floor and took a short cut through the dinning room.

"Ahhh, made it!" I yelled at the grand door entrance.

"Dude put on your shirt!" Nicole wailed at me.

"Ok! Hold this!" I pushed the wallet in her hands and flipped on my shirt. I hear her open the door.

"Since when does the pizza guy need like 7 other people to deliver one pizza?" Nicole gave me a face as I got my head out of the cropped top.

"What?" I pushed the door open more to revile none other than my worst nightmare.

The host club.