𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 | 𝐅𝐖 [𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

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"She's probably just a little late," Wyatt says calmly, "Maybe her uber got lost."

"Should I call her?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "Just chill out."

I nod and look around, seeing Jack raiding the snack table with Sophia. I sigh and shake my head, about to stand up when someone in the room shouts 'holy shit.' I look over at Jaeden who was staring wide-eyed at his phone. We all stare at him, waiting for whatever he was shocked by.

Jaeden looks up at me, "Isn't this y/n?"

He holds up a picture, pointing at one place in particular. I would've been focused on the burning cars if it weren't for the girl being carried on a stretcher into an ambulance. The cast stood still, watching me. I could feel their eyes scanning me for a reaction, but I just sat. I stare at her limp body. I shook my head in disbelief, not wanting realization to fully wash over me. I stand up quickly and wipe a tear before anyone could see it falling.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I say, walking over to the restroom. I keep my head down, not wanting to see anybody.

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"What the hell, Finn?" Ayla exclaims. I glance up from the ground to meet her eyes. Jack and Malcolm stood by her side.

"What?" I simply say.

"You were totally out of it!" she says

"Sorry," I say, glancing at my phone then back to Ayla.

"Are you alright?" she says, her voice now calm.

I nod and smile, "Of course."

Malcolm was the only band member that knew, the IT cast were the only people that heard the news. Knowing the situation, it was understandable that he sighed and walked away. Jack walked behind him, asking for answers that I prayed Malcolm wouldn't provide. Ayla looked at me, probably trying to find answers as well.

I shrugged, "I'm fine, really."

She nodded, walking away. I thought the conversation was done but she ran back and grabbed my phone.

"What the hell?" I shout at her.

She ran a little away from me, "Whats your password?"

"Not saying! Now give it back!" I snap.

"Tell me whats wrong or tell me your password!" she demands.

"Nothings wrong and I'm not telling you!" I yell.

"You're acting weird and you were not performing as usual!" she says.

"I'm just tired!" I exclaim.

"You're always tired!" she retorts.

I groan, "I'm fine! Now quit being a little brat and give me the phone!"

She gasps, "I am not a little brat!" I roll my eyes and try to grab the phone but she jumps back. I narrow my eyes at her.

"You are a brat!" I yell.

She squeezes the phone harder, "Am not!"

I smile evilly, "The biggest brat there is! A brat wouldn't be so hung up on things that aren't there business!"

"You're just trying to use reverse psychology or some bullshit to make me give it back!" she yelled.

"Nope, your brat mind made that up because you are a brat! B-R-A-T!" I shout.

"You know what!" she screams, the once funny little conversation turned into a full-blown argument. I look into her eyes and she screams, "Have your phone!"

She threw it to the ground and stomped off. My jaw dropped and looked at it, there was glass all over. I picked up my phone, clicking the power button to see the screen fully working. But it probably wouldn't be that way for long.