Zamon stood up as I emerged from the bathroom. Before he even had the chance to speak I blurted out my question.
"Do you still love me?" My words stopped him in his track, and I could see how much I shocked him. After a minute he sighed, then chuckled. He looked up at me and smiled before answering. "Always."
A loud knock on the door startled us both, and we looked at each other, confused. I walked over and yanked it open. Jason stood on the other side, with everyone else crowded around.
"We have a problem." He announced. Zamon was quickly behind me. Everyone stopped and looked between us. Hunter lowered his gaze, and Holland looked mad.
"Calm down, we were just talking." I explained, watched out of the corner of my eye as Zamon glanced at me. Holland caught the motion. "About what?" she asked innocently, but it was anything but. I glared at her and opened my mouth, but Zamon coughed. Everyone turned to him.
"What's the problem?." He asked his father.
"Well, I just received a call. It seems that the CIA has officially handed your case over to the FBI, who now have evidence that you killed Benji." They will be on they're way to arrest you soon." My heart stopped.
"Do you know what evidence?"Zamon questioned.
"Well, they found some of your blood and skin under his finger nails." He said to me. My eyes widened. I opened the door and everyone filed in.
"How did they even find the body? We hid it pretty well."Zamon spoke up again.
"We think there might have been a tracker in or on his body. That's the only way they would've found the body." Jason announced.
"But my DNA was only on him because of the fight."
Jason looked up at me from where he was sitting on the bed. "Is there any evidence of him being your boxing teacher? Because we could play it off as if you were just practicing with him that night." Everyone turned to look at me. I thought back, then remembered we used to video my sessions with him, back when I first started. I told the group this.
"Is there anyway to get them?" Jack asked. I sighed, and plonked myself down onto the bed.
"Theyre on my laptop. Which is back at the clubhouse." I put my head in my hands. The FBI were coming to arrest me. They could be here any second now, and there was nothing I could do. JJ coughed, and successfully got all of our attention.
"I could hack into it?" At my astonished face, he quickly fled the room, with all of us behind him. Once we reached his room, he got to work straight away. We all anxiously stood around him, with me at the window. Every car that drove passed made my heart speed up. After a few suspenseful minutes, he announced that he was into my computer. I raced towards him, and pushed him out of the way. My fingers flew over the keyboard until ghetto file popped up.
"They're here!" Holland nearly screamed. I clicked the file and the videos flashed to life.
"Is this gonna be enough?" I quickly asked Jason.
"They should be, but you're gonna have to come up with a fucking good lie. I'll come with you as you lawyer." relief flooded me. I wasn't going to be alone. We could hear their feet bound up the stairs. JJ shoved a hand in mine and Jason's face. A little white ear piece stared up at us. I had barely pushed it in my ear as the door burst open.
"Rebecca Robinson, you are under arrest for the murder of Benjamin James Whatly." I was quickly placed in hand cuffs and escorted down stairs, where I was shoved into the back of a car. The driver took off. Here we go again.
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Zamon's POV.
We were all crammed into the back of a van. Where it had come from? I had no idea. We were around the block from where they were keeping Rebecca, and Jason had come back after a couple of hours to tell us that they were holding her for the maximum amount of time legally possible. 96 hours. And we weren't going anywhere.
I sat cramped in the corner. Everyone else was asleep, with Jack and Orion up the front. Keenan and Holland were curled up in the next corner against the driver seat, Hunter was next to them, against the passenger seat, and JJ and Ryan were next to me on the other side. Jason had left again.
I stared at Hunter while he slept. What did Rebecca see in him? I sighed and turned away. My jealousy always got the best of me. Especially when it came to her. The girl I've been in love with for years.My thoughts went back to the kiss. It was so short, yet so amazing. I knew that it couldn't happen again. She had a boyfriend, well, whatever they are. Sure, I didn't like him, but she deserved someone better then me. Her voice crinkled in my ear from the ear pieces JJ gave us all, and I quickly sat up.
"Hey." I whispered to her. She whispered my name in question, and I replied with a short 'yes'. She stayed quiet, so I spoke up.
"Everyone else is asleep. How you holding up?"
"I'm doing okay. Im tired, but I can't sleep." She quietly told me. After that, we both stayed quiet for a few minutes.
"Why did you ask me if I still loved you?" It was playing on my mind, and I was curious. She didn't reply for awhile, obviously thinking of an answer.
"Because...because I'm an idiot. I've had this boy whose loved me for years, that I just completely ignored. Even though I knew how you felt, I disregarded your feelings. And now that I...that Im beginning to-." she abruptly stopped.
"Beginning to what? Rebecca?" But she never replied.
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Running With The Gang Leader
ActionThis is the last part of the trilogy. As Rebecca outruns the FBI with Zamon's help, she starts questioning what emotions are real. Was it Hunter that killed Kyle? The boy she now loves. Is it even love? As her and Zamon try to flee America, they bec...