No Pills

21. No Spoilers

*Mia's P.O.V*

Rehearsals take a lot of time, much to Aunt Lisa's annoyance.

"Do you want Andrés to fire you?! Come home early!"

Like I care. My only concern is getting to the bottom of Dad's secret pills, but the club guys are yet to find any helpful information besides the rehashed, 'The drug dealers known to trade those pills have long vanished from existence. Most have been filed as missing persons, but the word on the street is that they have been killed by a cartel selling different drug paraphernalia. More like a brutal market competition."

I'm still ruminating over this. I'm in school, but my mind isn't. Not until the intercom blurts.

"Announcement Spencer High students! In light of last Saturday's music audition, we would like to announce that participants numbered twenty-five, fifty-eight, three, one hundred and eighty-three, and forty should kindly move into the assembly hall..."

"Oh shit."

"Mia, get up!" Noah nudges me. My head sways, and he huffs, "If you follow Kean, no one will notice you."

Witnessing his girlfriend bypass the cafeteria doors, I believe him and tail her. Kean guides me to the assembly hall to meet Dalia alone.

"Nervous?" Dalia motions to the set of school instruments behind her.

Kean climbs onto the stage, saying, "Never." I am.

After fifteen minutes, Kat bursts in. Miss Morrell and the female judge come through the door right after her.

"Please, where's the last one?" The judge snarls. Considering the massive bag under her Rolex-clad arm and the designs on her baggy jeans, I gulp. Someone, please answer her; rich people don't like wasting time.

The once demure-looking judge frowns and tugs Miss Morrell out of the hall with her.

Kean gasps immediately they are out of earshot, "Why didn't you respond?!"

"Girl, why didn't you respond?"

"It's not as if we know Moon's whereabout or like her enough to lie," Dalia sighs.

Ya, what a relief she didn't come for rehearsals even. She's a freaking monster.

Surprisingly, we are like minded on that. Kean jumps off and crouches by the louvre blades.

"What are you doing?"

"I am reading their lips, Kat."

"Really? What are they saying?" She also descends.

Dalia and I watch their skirts bump each other until Kean's forearms push until they overpower Kat's afro to get a better view.

Kean chortles, "Miss Morrell is saying let's wait a bit, and the judge is ... not having it apparently ... Oh, now the judge is asking how many people are in the Anderson High band ... Miss Morrell just said seven -"

"Why do we always compare ourselves with them?" The smallest of us speaks.

Kat's head tilts back. "Because they are the next best private school in the district, and they suck, Dalia. I hope they lose the game on Tuesday."

"There's a game on Tuesday?"

She holds her hand out as if strangling someone. "No one appreciates my job. We. Literally. Just. Said. It. Again. "

"Oh, sorry." For the umpteenth time, I did not heed all the school announcements.

Kean lifts her upper body, making it evident that she's laughing. They climb back onto the stage before Miss Morrell opens the door.