Perfect

Chapter Thirty One: Shit went down like the freaking titanic

"Everything I need is already with me."

            - Jack Dawson, Titanic

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Chapter Thirty One: Shit went down like the freaking titanic

I saw Jayden's car before I saw the pub.

It's a little hard to miss, a flash black Lexus, even if this was Hollywood High Street. There was a bunch of teenage boys standing around it when I pulled up. They turned to look at me as I walked towards them and one of them did a double take.

"You're Spencer Rose!" He said, his eyes wide. "Part of Hollywoods golden couple." His friends all turned to stare at him.

"Bro." Said one of the guys. "How the hell do you know who's part of Hollywoods Golden Couple?" The other guy waved him off.

"Dude I have a little sister. How do you think I know?"

"Well I-"

"Look." I said, jumping into the conversation before it got to the point of no return. "In answer to your oh so subtle statement, yes I am Spencer Rose. Now that we've got that covered, can you please point me in the direction of the High and Dry Pub?" One of the boys raised an eyebrow.

"What would you want with that place?" He asked. "It's kinda dodgy. Especially at. . " he checked his phone. "4:45 in the morning."

"Just reasons." I said. "Which way is it?" The boy who'd first spoken to me reluctantly pointed over his shoulder towards a small building with a flashing sign out the front that continuously changed colour. High and dry Pub. It read in large bold letters.

"Thanks." I said, turning on my heel to head in that direction. "Oh and if may of you do anything to that car, I'll kick you so hard you'll end up in China okay?" All five boys took a step back and I spun on my heel and headed for the road crossing.

"I like her." I heard one of the guys say. "She's got some sass."

"Shame she's taken." Another one commented. "I like a girl with guts." I couldn't help but smile as I crossed the street. Sure, they thought I was tough, but maybe the China line was a little bit over the top. I paused breifly in front of the door to High and Dry, staring at the flaking wood in front of me.

Here we go. I thought. This is certainly going to be interesting.

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When I pushed open the door, loud music could be heard straight away. Some very drunk person was singing into the microphone, terribly out of tune and I had to fight the urge to clap my hands over my ears. The lighting was dim and the air smokey and I could make out a few figures surrounding the pool table and one or two slumped at the bar. But none of them appeared to be my fake boyfriend. I moved out of the way as a drunk got pushed out of his seat by his friends and ended up on the floor, almost spelling his beer all over me. I fought the need to gag as I side stepped him. I hated the smell of alcohol.

I searched for about ten minutes before I sent Caleb a text, hoping he'd have a bit more of an insight into the situation then I did. As far as I knew, the pub was an old building. There could be secret entrances or tunnels I knew nothing about. I leant against the wall whilst I waited for Caleb to reply and was trying to ignore an older guy who kept staring at me over the top of his gin and tonic. Finally, my phone pinged.