-Alex's POV-
11:25 PM
I watched Andrew pace heavily, Eternity was doing breathing exercises, Kiki stared into her lap, I nudged Angel awake, she frowned at me. Handcuffed and brought in like criminals.
"Kiki what are you doing?" I asked.
"Fruit ninja." She said holding up her phone.
"What!?" We all yelled.
She shushed us desperately, "They forgot to take my phone."
Eternity sat back with her arms crossed. "Not fair."
"Life's not fair." Andrew snapped. "What the actual fuck? Why are we even here!? We aren't the killers."
"They think we killed her?" Eternity asked.
"You're so drunk off your ass, do you even know your name?" Angel hissed.
Eternity winced, and I stared at her, "where even were you all night?"
"Around the bonfire mostly." She said.
"Kiki, let me text Marcus." Angel said.
Kiki handed her the phone, Et looked confused, "Who's Marcus?"
"So where do you think he went?" I asked, ignoring her.
"I dunno, home?" Angel guessed.
"Did you see him?" I asked Andrew.
"No, he was too busy fucking-" kiki opened her mouth.
Andrew smacked the back of her head and spoke, "No. I didn't. Well, I don't know, maybe a little glimpse walking around the bonfire."
"Hm...where Et was." I muttered.
The door opened and officer entered, Angel continued to tap away on the phone.
"Why do you have a phone?" He asked sternly.
"It's not mine, it's Kiki's." Angel said weakly handing it over.
"Wow guys, hear that thump? Me right under the bus." Kiki scowled.
The officer left, slamming the door.
-Andrew's POV-
12:32 AM
I stretched and yawned. Alex and Kiki had fallen asleep, but me, Angel, and Et were still awake in total silence.
"I hope Marcus is okay..." Angel bit her nails.
"I'm sure he's fine." I consoled. "Probably at home worrying about you."
She buried her head in her hands, we've been here for hours and still haven't been questioned.
"How long are we gonna be in here?" Eternity whined.
"Who knows?" I said.
"I'm hungry," she continued to moan in anguish.
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The Art of Love and War
Mystery / ThrillerThere was a group of friends, perfectly inseparable. Until tenth grade. If you ask them, they'll say they had a falling out, but how bad would the falling out have to be for people so close to be ripped apart ? But they were brought together, unfort...
