Mexican Sniper (Kellic)

Chapter 21: How Many Secrets Can You Keep?

"That's the most hideous thing I've ever seen," Josh commented on Brendon's bright silver suit. "You honestly think that that's not going to get a lot of attention?"

"Bitch, I alone get a lot of attention," Brendon replied, focusing on the road.

"Yeah because people are just so stunned that someone with a forehead that big can exist," I laughed from the backseat. Josh immediately joined in on my laughter and Brendon didn't move his eyes away from the road but lifted his hand up, his middle finger raised.

"Anyway," Josh said, "you still haven't told us who this is we're setting Alex up with."

Brendon tensed which wasn't a good sign. "Y'all gonna be pissed, I'm telling you now."

"What have you done?" I snapped as we pulled up outside the restaurant that we were spying on Alex in.

"Look, I did what I had to," Brendon mumbled, getting out of the car. We followed him, Josh exchanging a worried glance with me.

"Brendon are you-" I began.

"Just trust me okay?" He said turning around to look at me. He put a hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "Both of you please just trust me on this one."

He turned around, pushing the door and holding it open for the two of us.
Immediately a waiter walked up to us, looking at Brendon as if he was an old friend. He looked like he was our age, maybe younger I couldn't  tell.

"They here yet?" Brendon asked quietly.

"Um the other one isn't here yet," the waiter replied to Brendon. He moved closer to Brendon, pointed in a direction and said, "he's here though, waiting."

"Okay thanks, Dallon," Brendon replied. "Seat him when he gets here?"

Dallon nodded, "you know they're going to fight right? This was a stupid plan."

"Whatever," Brendon rolled his eyes as Dallon led us to a table. Dallon smiled at Josh and I, giving us each a menu.

"Can I get anything for you boys?" He asked.

"Yeah," Josh replied, glaring at Brendon. "An explanation, would be fucking nice."

"Who were you pointing at?" I asked. "Who's already here?"

Dallon looked at Brendon, not replying to me. I just stood up and glanced over the whole restaurant until my eyes settled on the familiar brown haired boy.

"Oh, Alex," I said. "Who's he meeting? Why are they going to fight?"

"Brendon, seems like it's your cue," Dallon mumbled quickly, before disappearing and waiting on other tables.

"Brendon? What the fuck is going on right now?" Josh snapped. "Who's Dallon? Why is he helping you?"

"I sold him weed a couple times," Brendon replied casually, looking at the front door of the restaurant. "Look, just I need you guys to be cool about this."

"Maybe we'd be cool if we understood what the fuck was happening," I said firmly.

"You'll understand soon," Brendon replied looking around nervously.

"Why are you being so cryptic?" Josh said.

"Because I have to be," Brendon said back. "Now shut up, both of you and exercise some patience."

Brendon continued looking over to the door, checked his phone every five minutes and anxiously played with the buttons on his suit.
Alex looked bored by himself at the table, pulling out his phone and staring down at it, his other hand digging into his cheek.