I Don't Need Your Help; d.h

4: the girl and the redhead and the blonde

Getting into the American spirit with the picture of Dan above! :)

I'd like to let you know that I'm not letting characters date from chapters 1-9. I guess it's a bit rushed whenever I do. I think it'll be on chapter 10? Idk. Stay tuned!

I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you did too (I love you all) by All Time Low ft. Vic Fuentes

Anyway,

4: the girl and the redhead and the blonde,

Your P.O.V.

You decide to head to Belle's room, since that was where she and Sage were hanging out. You knocked, and a moment later Sage pulled your hand inside, locking the door after. You furrowed your brows in thought of why she would do that. Sage wasn't one to push people in, or kick people out; she thought it was rude and was not very nice. She was basically that little Christian girl in class that always prays every night, and never forgets to pray before meals, and the like.

"Dude, what's going on?" You asked, perching on the edge of the queen bed casually.  She looked side to side, as if to check if no one were there listening. There was no one except you three, so you didn't get why she had to do so.

"We're under surveillance." The beach blonde replied. "YouTube wants to keep an eye on us."

"What-"

You suddenly got where this was going. There were often nights where Belle would shout, "(Y/N)! SAGEY! I'M DYING!!". These were called abrupt play nights. You guys played pretend, and these often ended at 2 am in the morning. "Why?" You questioned, crossing your arms.

"They discovered our secret identity," Belle looked out the window. "We have to run. We have to escape here. We can't risk our lives."

"That's exactly the plan." Sage looked between you and Belle. "We're going to escape."

"Why did we let our secret identity go away?" You played along. "Who snitched?"

"It's only the three of us who really know who we are, (Y/N)..." The redhead trailed off, leaving you hanging. "And apparently, Sage was in love..."

You acted as if you were shocked, covering your mouth and looking wide eyed at Sage. She started breathing heavily and stepping back. "It was one time! One time in Paris!" The criminal defended herself. She looked at both of you, pleading for you guys to forgive her with her brown eyes.

"You're not supposed to let them know we're guarding the micro chip, Sage!" You exclaimed, pulling at your hair. "God!"

"I-I'm sorry!" She cried, kneeling down. "I-I loved him, and he knew I was keeping an identity-"

"You could've told him a LIE!" the Merida stood from her bed. "You could've told him you were Amber Valentine, or...or something! Anything, anything other than Sage Newton!"