My Handsome Adventure

chapter 32

Joan's POV

After getting out of the cafe, I wander through the streets for hours. I see the sky change from pale blue to crimson red and orange. The street lights flicker on and the silence breaks, as people come out to enjoy the beautiful night. Maybe I'm the only companion for sorrow tonight.

I sit on a sidewalk bench with Noah's notebook on my lap. I switch on my phone and send mom a message saying I'll be late.

Just as I hit the send option, an unknown number flashes on the screen. Uninterestingly I attend the call.

"Get him out...go on." A voice order.

"Who is this?" I speak into the phone.

"Oh. Hi, are you um... Dude what was the name?! Yeah... whisper?"

Noah's face appear in my mind. Only he calls me whisper.

"How do you know that?!"

"Ya. My name is Bruce. I'm calling from the 'West life' fight club. Are you familiar with a guy called  Noah?" Bruce inquires.

My face light up on the mention of his name.
"Yes!yes!yes!" I reply jumping from the seat.

"Well congrats! He's here. Please come and get him outta here. "

"I'll be there soon." I cut the call and and take a few deep breaths before running to the club.

Even though I haven't been there, I've heard a lot about this fight club. And those are certainly not the things I would wanna hear about a club.

I arrive at a dark alley. The only light in the area comes from a rusty board with the name ' West Life '  carved on it.

I knock on the door.
"Password!" Comes the reply.

"Um.. I'm here to get Noah."

No one answers. Instead the doors open, revealing a guy with nerdy glasses and braces on his teeth.

I glance at the sign once more to make sure this is the place.
The guy sighs.
"You're at the right place. Don't mind me. Get in."

I obey him. On getting in I looks around. The walls on either side are filled with graffiti.

I walk straight towards another door, which leads to a bar. The place is crowded with teenagers. The odour of alcohol and smoke make me want to puke. But I have to find Noah. That bastard owes me.

I walk up to the bartender who clearly doesn't seem to mind the smell.
"Ahem. I got a call saying that Noah is here?"

"That was me." He extends his hand towards me. "I'm Bruce."

I shake his hand. "Can you show me Noah?"

"Yeah. Walk to your left and you'll find a room. He'll be in there."

I turn to go but Bruce calls from behind.

"Is your name really whisper?" He asks curiously.

I shrug and give him a smile before leaving.

I push through the sweaty bodies of hormonal teenagers and somehow reach the room.

I place my hand on the doorknob and push it lightly hoping to see Noah with that charming smile of his plastered across his face.

I freeze on seeing Noah.
"Whi-sperrr.....!!" He slurs taking another swig from the whiskey bottle.