Caught In The Scene (LiL PEEP)

Chapter Six

The lengthy corridor came to a dead end and we were forced to duck into a room. It was dark and smelled oddly metallic. 

"This is most definitely where the sound booth equipment and all the tech stuff is kept." Wiggy stated confidently, flipping a light switch. Artificial lighting washed the room in LED. 

"I remember hauling a stereo from here." Mint recollected.

"Yea?"

"Yea." She and Wiggy grinned at one another. This night is definitely going down as memorable for the both of us, maybe Wiggy as well. 

"I like your hair, did I mention that?" He directed to her.

"Thanks and no, you didn't." She began to blush. 

"What's your real name, Mint?" His curiosity got the best of him.

"Chelsea."

"Well Chels, how's this night treating you?"

"Amazing!" She blurted. Wiggy threw his phone at her. She thought quick enough to catch it.

"Nice one. Put your number in there for me, okay?"

"Of course." The fangirl obeyed.

"You're next, Clea." He pointed a finger at me with a sly grin. 

"Oh Lord." They laughed at my comment. "So we're all best friends now? It's only been a few hours. One for Mint if you wanna get technical."

"Hush." She jabbed and passed the cell into my hands. I typed my contact information and handed the device back to it's owner.

"Thank you loves. Yes, we are." He rested it back onto his thigh. We sat in the middle of the room on the hard, dirty floor. 

"Dang, looks like we're gonna summon a demon." Mint commented.

"Way to change the subject there, girlie." 

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." We all sat in silence for a bit. My mind roamed from Jaim to Wiggy to Mint and then back to Jaim. Wiggy sliced through the void. 

"We should play hide and seek!" He suggested like a kid.

"Using the whole back stage?" Mint clarified.

"Yes."

"I'm down." I shrugged. "Why not?"

"Guess there's only one more question."

"What's that?"

"Who will be the seeker?"

"I will." I volunteered. I can't stay quiet in one place for too long.

"Give us two minutes to hide." Wiggy instructed. They both jumped up, heading to the door. 

"If you don't find us in half an hour the game's over and your job rotates to one of us." Mint added along side him.

"Deal. Now go, I'm counting." They ran swiftly. I heard their footsteps grow more distant with each trot until I could hear no more. 60 seconds...40...20...zero. 

I stood, turning the lights off in the room before leaving. Where could they be hiding? There is the lounge room, the powder room, bathrooms, cafeteria, hallways with random misplaced materials to barricade themselves with. I peeked around corners and felt for figures behind curtains. Five minutes passed by quickly. I was already starting to give up hope. Such a vast arena to play these games in with so few people. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I turned to the one who sought my attention, expecting it to be someone I knew; but it wasn't.

"You can head to the back of the building now. The door is open."

"Okay?" The man walked away, not directing me to my next task other than with words. This shouldn't take to long, whatever it is. I decided to allow the game to continue on. I speed walked to what I thought was the back of the building. I was right. There was an open door as the security officer had described. I walked through it into a heap of people. Everyone was speaking at once and their words blended together in my ears. I started to get pushed from the back towards a vehicle. More bags? Are you kidding me? Someone from the grouping assisted me into the back seat where I saw a bag and reached for it. Suddenly the noise of the crowd cancelled out. The door had been shut behind me. Before I could open it and climb out the tires squealed and jolted me forward. There was a wall separating the front of the car from the back. Music pumped form the speakers. The driver wouldn't hear my pleas. I decided to buckle my seat belt. This crazy carriage was bound to stop soon, I would explain that I'm the wrong passenger mistaken as someone else. 

Ten minutes into the haunting ride my phone buzzed. It was Mint. "Where are you? I got out of my hiding place to tell Wiggy the game has ended but he wasn't where he originally hid. Did you find him?"

"No, I have no idea what his deal is but we have a bigger problem. I've been kidnapped."

"You're joking." My friend doubted.

"Mint, I'm not kidding one bit. They shoved me in a car and now I'm on my way to God knows where."

"Are you hurt? Binded? Why do you have your phone?"

"It isn't a violent capturing. I think they mistook me for someone else."

"That's good...in a way."

"I'm sure they will bring me back once I explain. Just find Wiggy. He might know someone who can help."

"Who, all of GothBoiClique?"

"Shut up." I was bitter about the phrase.

"No joking?"

"No."

"Sorry. I'll see what I can do about Wiggy. Hang tight, we're coming to getchu." She hung up and I lounged on the back cushions, trying not to be too scared. It's hard to relax in a situation like this, I kept telling myself it was only a mistake. The car rolled to a stop. My nerves jumped up on end, following my hair. The car door opened up to a man with a backdrop starring a jet. Is this an international drug deal oh my gosh.

"Do you have any bags with you Miss Vonya?" His phone rang and he answered it before I could cluck my tongue in response. He ushered me out, I got out. I tried to explain my situation to the balding man in a black suit but he was too infested in his chatter. Somehow he put me on the plane. Great. I went straight to the small bathroom on board and called Mint. She picked up instantly.

"Are you on your way back?" Her eager mind raced.

"No, in fact...I'm on a private jet."

"Is it nice?"

"Chelsea!" I snapped.

"Sorry, just explain to someone what's going on."

"I tried. They think I'm some girl named Vonya."

"I have no idea who that is. She isn't part of GBC at all."

"Even I knew that. There aren't girls in GBC." I rolled my eyes. "Did you get a hold of Wiggy?"

"Nope. I'm worried."

"Don't be, it's Wiggy. I'm sure he just lost his phone on the way to the bathroom or something."

"Pray for it."

"I'm going to call him okay?" More people, laughing and talking loudly in a choral, came aboard.

"Okay. Just update me when you can."

"Will do." I ended the call with the red button on my touch screen before leaving the enclosed space. I found a seat away form everyone, not daring to look at them. Truthfully, I was becoming more and more afraid by the minute. I searched for Wiggy's contact and sent out a call.

"Hello?" I heard an echo, there was a voice behind me. I twisted in my beige leather seat.

"Are you kidding me, you're on here too? Get up here!" He ended the call and half stumbled to my seat to sit beside me.