The Next Morning:
Mitchell, Ramon and Ishmael had gathered with us at the same coffee shop I was in yesterday.
We'd all figured out that Keegan was up to something, so Mitchell and I collectively decided that we would discuss all the little details at a later date - dealing with the root of the problem was our main focus now.
"So when did you guys see him last?" Mitchell asked.
"Yesterday," Selina replied. "When he called you in the morning whilst we were at the park."
"What I don't get is what he has against you guys that he's done this." Monika said.
"Isn't it obvious?" Rosalie asked. "He clearly wants Aria to himself. Although I don't see why."
"Hey!!" I shouted defensively. "I'm not the single one here."
"I'm not the one tied down here." Rosalie smiled.
"You mean you're the one who's never getting laid down." Monika smirked, raising her eyebrows, cracking us all up.
"Oi!!!" Rosalie yelled.
"Hey, I'm sure at least one of those Bollywood actors have replied to Rosalie's DM's by now." Angel patted her on the shoulder as Rosalie nudged her off whilst we laughed.
"Back to the point guys!!" Ramon said, restoring order. "What are we gonna do about Keegan!?"
"Find him firstly." Selina said.
"Well he isn't in the park, where else would he be?" I asked.
"He's probably crashing down Wayne's." Ishmael replied.
"Wayne's?" Rosalie asked. "Well this is gonna be fun."
"Yeah, it's likely he's high off his head with him and Toby." Mitchell added.
"Double yay." Angel muttered sarcastically.
"So to Wayne's?" Monika asked.
"You really wanna go to a crack filled house?" Mitchell replied.
"Then where else?" Selina said. "If we don't do this now, when might we get the chance to find him again?"
"The Lounge." The three said in unison.
"The what?" We all also replied in unison.
"Isn't that the Shisha joint at the bottom of town?" Angel questioned.
"Yep." Ishmael replied.
"I am not going to a place full of smoke and shit!" Rosalie quickly inputted.
"It's that or Wayne's crack filled house." Ramon responded.
Rosalie rolled her eyes and slumped in her seat,
"You so owe us Aria."
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The Lounge opened at 7, so we all agreed to be there at 8.
My friends let me ride with Mitchell in his car, considering we had a fair bit to catch up on.
I dressed casually, dark blue jeans, a black top with gold accents and a denim jacket. Not knowing what to do with my hair, I threw it into a quick high ponytail.
"Sooo what shisha do you take darling?" Mitchell asked in the creepiest, cockney accent ever.
I collapsed laughing,
"None from you with the way your going." I smiled. "I'd rather have bottled water and a fog machine."
"Ugh bottled water." He muttered as he pulled out of his driveway.
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