The Kill Call

Just The Beginning

- I see you when you're sleeping. I know when your awake, I hope you keep your friends safe -

That text. A blocked number. Who could have sent that? I couldn't think of one person who would want to get some kind of revenge or vengeance on me. I was always nice to people. I'm just kidding, I can be pretty mean at times.

"Lauren", JC interrupted my thinking process, "What are you doing", he continued.

"Uh, I need help", I stuttered to him.

He read the text over and over again.

"I don't know", said JC as he scrunched up his eyebrows.

Then, another text was received.

- I'll tell you what. We will play a game. But not just any game. A Kill Game. These are the players: Matthew Espinosa, Chandler Riggs, Nash Grier, Kian Lawley, Ricky Dillion, JC Caylen, Reagan Van Norman, Haylee Bradford, and Lauren Burchell. Good Luck. Don't get killed... -

I was only hanging out with JC at the time.

"We need to call the people listed, other than us two", JC panicked.

"You're right, I'll call Matt, Haylee, and Reagan, you call the rest", I said.

"Got it", he said.

I called Haylee first.

She answers.

"Hey, uh, Haylee, you need to come to JC's house right now", I said as the words tumbled out of my mouth.

"Ok", she calmly flowed her words into the phone.

I hung up.

JC just ended his call with Nash.

I finished calling Reagan and Matthew a minute later.

JC's conversation with Chandler went awfully long.

"Matt, Haylee, and Reagan are coming soon", I told JC

"Nash and everyone else is coming. Chandler can't...", JC commented.

"Uh, let me try calling him", I answered.

*gets out phone and dials Chandler's number*

He answers.

"Hey, Chando", I fake smiled into the phone

"Hey Lolo, What's up", Chandler calmly talked.

"I need you to come to JC's house like right now", I spoke quickly.

"I can't", he replied.

"Why", I choked on my own words.

"I'm shooting season 5 right now", he retorted.

"JEEZ. Fine. You don't need to be so rude. Just come as quickly as you can", I stuttered into the phone as I curled up into a ball on the floor.

JC looked at me as if I was a lunatic.

"I'm just lying on the floor, what's wrong with that", I sassed JC.

He put his hands in the air and smirked.

He knew why I was doing that.

"You don't want your sweet, never-to-be-boyfriend get hurt, now don't you", JC lowered his hands just enough to put his arms crossed.

I didn't answer.

JC was the only person I told.

He just has to rub it in my face.

Ive really liked Chandler since 3rd grade, when we met.

Those blue-orbs just pulled me into the galaxy that lied behind them.

To the starry sky that didn't have an end.

Then, the doorbell rings.

JC jumps up off the couch and runs to the door to answer it.

It was Haylee.

"Why so urgent", Haylee commented as she was pushed into the house forcefully.

"Sweet baby Jesus, JC don't kill her", I shouted.

JC's eyes widened and his grip on Haylee loosened.

"Um, bad choice of words for this situation", I guiltily commented.

"What", Haylee almost fainted as she heard 'kill' and 'this situation' in the same sentence.

"I'll explain when everyone's here", JC said calmly.

Nash and Matt showed up next.

Reagan, Kian, and Ricky, showed up last.

We all gathered on the couch.

"Okay, Uh, Lauren has gotten these, like, really weird texts, and we are told to play a game, but the game isn't fun, we have a possible chance of being killed, but if we don't play the game, we are going to get killed no matter what. This number has no trace but we know we are being watched", JC quickly said.