Shipwrecked (Lawlorff)

XXIV

(Mystery POV #1)

I pull up in my car to the parking lot he said he'd meet me at. It's hard to point out who he is because he's wearing his disguise. I see an old man leaning against a cab and figure that's him, so I pull into the spot next to him.

"Is that you? God! I can barely regognize you!" I shout out the window and then get out of the car.

He's one of my best friends, so I'm happy that he could help me on this. That's what friends are for, right?   Getting revenge?

Although, I did pay him.

Okay, maybe it's more of a bribe. But still, he helped. That's all that mattered. 

"What did you find out?" I ask, leaning on the cab with him.

"Jc and Matt definetly would be devestated if their relationship was outed.." he starts.

I smirk.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

But first, I'm going to tell Matt who his new boyfriend really is, and what he's done.

You can't crush someone unless you stab their back, and then push the knife in deeper. 

Jc Caylen's life will be over.

And that's all I want.

"They hooked up last night," he continues.

Fuck him.

Fuck him for betraying me. Fuck him for lying to me. Fuck him for not being there for me. I loved him. Emphasis on the past tense, there.

I hate him now.

And I will make the rest of the world hate him too. Not just our world will hate him, his whole world (and apparently that's Matt now), will hate him too.

"Is that all?" I ask.

He looks blankly at me.

"You said that I didn't need to find much out! That's all they said! Kian and Sam were cuddling and I guess Matt got a bit too excited and kissed Jc! That's all!"

I roll my eyes.

"You're useless to me.. I need information. I can't get as close to them as you can whilst being unrecognizable. You're a mastermind of disguises and alternate personas. You have to get me more information if you want to get paid."

He gapes at me.

"That's how a job works after all!" I yell.

"Fine." he groans, "I'll change into someone else and go stalk them in the waterpark."

"Don't be so downsided about this," I say, "you get to stalk them while sliding down waterslides. Report back to me at 4 pm sharp. Do not be late."

He nods and retreats to the back of his cab where I think he's changing himself to fit in with the crowd more. I get back in my car and pull out an unlisted phone I bought.

Blackmail sometimes is the only answer.