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"Life is full of surprises, isn't it?" — Unknown.

(Hey everyone, some of the conversation in this chapter is in Spanish, and because I don't translate, most of you will not have a clue to what people are going to talk about. Now, if you know Spanish fluently and can understand what is being spoken about, then you can freak out in the comments in Spanish only and we'll talk Spanish and everything, we'll leave our gringo buddies to fend for themselves lol also be aware that I haven't wrote that much Spanish in a while so if I'm grammatically wrong or something, point it out politely please lol but please I'm begging you guys the ones who know Spanish, don't spoil what you learned in this chapter to your friends and everyone else, you guys will just ruin the surprise if you do so I'm asking you not to spoil it to anyone, they'll know soon and to everyone who doesn't get what is being said, please don't copy and paste it to Google Translate because it's shit and you probably won't understand what it means, you guys will figure out what is happening along with Octavia and everything will probably be explained in the next chapter if I don't cut it in two parts lol now, along with the chapter! — nash.)

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Octavia

"Sorry, but does anyone know English in here?" I ask, looking at all the women in the room, who stop their conversations in French to look at me. Most of them are at least three years older than me.

"Yeah," A French woman speaks up, she stands from her chair and walks over to me. She's a pretty brunette with brown eyes. I keep my eyes on her face, knowing that she and every other woman in this place is wearing nothing but lingerie. "Are you the new American, Alexis, is it?" She says, looking down at me as she pops a piece of gum in her mouth.

"No, actually." I smile at her sheepishly. The other women return to their conversation, some of them glancing over at me in curiosity or envy. "I'm looking for someone, do you know this girl?" I say, pulling a picture out from my bra and showing her a picture of Gloria. She squints her eyes, and then realization flickers in her eyes. She grabs my wrist and pulls me away with her. I squeak but follow her. She pulls me into a bathroom and locks the door. I look at her as she lets go of my wrist and grabs the picture from my other hand.

"You know her, don't you?" I say, watching as she closes her eyes and presses a hand to her forehead. "I'm her friend, Octavia Parker. She's Gloria Alvarez." I point to the picture.

"Yes, yes, I know her. I'm Naeva." The woman introduces herself. She opens her eyes and I see the fear in her eyes. Her face turns pale as she looks at me. "I can't tell you anything, I'm sorry sweetie but I can't." She apologizes, and I watch as she avoids my gaze.

"Why not? I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just looking for my friend. Can you just answers a few questions for me?" God, I feel like a detective. Well, props for being the daughter of a cop.

"I can't." she says firmly, her eyes narrowing at me.

"Look, I know you're scared but I'm with the good guys—" except Demi. "—and the people I'm with, well they're really good at their jobs, and Gloria is the daughter of one of the good guys. We're just trying to look for her and bring Gloria home is all." I tell her before crossing my arms over my chest. "Why can't you tell me anything?"

"Because he will kill me." Naeva blurts, and my eyes widen. Realizing this she turns away from me and leans against the counter of the sink, breathing heavily.

"Ask her who he is." Kendall tells me in my earpiece.

"Who is he?" I press, looking at her.