Perfectly Flawed

Six - Deal Her In

Chapter Six

Imogen didn't speak to Gabrielle for three days, until Friday night, where she showed up at Gabrielle's door at 11pm.

"Let's go, Montgomery!" She yelled, knocking on the door.

Gabrielle was spread out on the floor, stacks of paper piled around her in haphazard piles. She was tempted to ignore Imogen, but thought better of it, knowing the girl wouldn't put it past her to knock down the door.

"What?" Gabrielle opened the door, letting the cold vibes radiate off her.

"Grab a jacket, let's go."

"Where the hell and why the hell?"

"You'll see and because. C'mon, I'm not getting any younger here."

"Imogen, no."

Imogen shot Gabrielle a look. "Gabrielle Montgomery, I will give you five seconds to get a jacket and step outside this door, or so help me God, I will storm into this room and set fire to your precious financial reports."

Gabrielle remained standing there.

"One..."

"Okay! Jesus Imogen, I'm coming."

Imogen smiled smugly leaning against the door.

Technically the students weren't allowed to leave the campus without signing out and within curfew hours, but Gabrielle and Imogen weren't just any students.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?"

"No."

Gabrielle sighed and looked out the window of the car Imogen rented for the term. They had reached town, but not the nice part of town - the dodgy, drug dealing end of town. The end that made Gabrielle lock all the doors and drive straight through.

Imogen had an evil smile on her face, and was bouncing slightly in excitement.

"I don't trust you."

"You shouldn't."

They pulled up in front of a dodgy looking warehouse, complete with broken windows, and rust stained walls. Gabrielle grimaced.

"Did you take me here to murder me? Was this your plan all along?"

Imogen laughed, and got out of the car.

"What the hell?!" Gabrielle hissed.

Still laughing, Imogen walked toward the building and disappeared into the shadows.

Cursing, Gabrielle bit her lip. She couldn't wait here - she'd probably get mugged - but she'd almost definitely get murdered walking into that building with Imogen.

"Sadistic bitch," Gabrielle muttered, grabbing her phone and jacket and getting out of the car.

She almost screamed as she stepping towards the building, and Imogen popped out at her, laughing even harder.

"Lighten up. I need you on your A game." Imogen shook Gabrielle's shoulder slightly.

"Imogen Harper-Smith I swear to God if you don't tell me what we are doing here, I am calling the police and getting them to take me back to school."

Imogen rolled her eyes, not threatened at all by her friend. But she was being honest, she did need Gabrielle on her A game, so appeased her to calm her down.

"We're gambling. Kind of. We're here to play poker, but we're actually really here to stake out this guy that I have a huge crush on," Imogen said sweetly, in the same way someone would tell you they just had a sandwich for lunch, or wanted to watch the latest episode of the bachelor.