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Justin Foley threw the pillow from the couch across the room and searched in the crevices. He couldn't find it. He couldn't find his oxy. He rushed to the table, placing his hand on the underside of it to try and feel if the bag was there. He ripped a small plastic bag off the bottom of the table and groaned.
Empty.
He pulled out one of the drawers on his side of the room and moved all of the clothes around before moving to a different set of drawers.
The football player smiled as he grabbed onto his usual container, and his fingers fumbled to open it. His smile faded when he saw nothing in it. "Fuck." He threw the container back into the drawer as Clay Jensen walked into the room.
Clay has been staring at his phone when he entered, so, at first, he did not notice the mess. Justin stood from the ground as Clay's eyes moved from his phone to their destroyed room. "What the hell?"
Justin had to lie. He had to. "It's Eliza. She just- Uh- she lost an earring." Justin smiled as he lightly placed the pillow back onto the couch.
"Eliza doesn't wear ear-" The Jensen boy noticed the gun that was supposed to be gone lying on Justin's bed. "Justin, what the fuck?" Clay exclaimed, motioning towards the gun. Justin looked down and placed his hand on his temples. "I thought you got rid of it last night."
The gun was thrown into a drawer by Justin as he began talking. "The first guy didn't work out, okay? I will- I got it."
"You can just leave it lying around."
"Just chill. I got it."
"Got what?"
The two boys turned to see Elizabeth Jensen standing with her backpack draped over her shoulders. Justin glanced at Clay and then back at Elizabeth as he grabbed onto his bag. "Nothing, babe." Justin smiled as he pressed a kiss against her cheek and took her bag off her back to carry it for her. "Just some project that I'm not really holding up my part in."
Clay rolled his eyes before speaking. "They found his Range Rover and blood on the ground."
"Bryce's?" Clay nodded in response to Elizabeth's question.
"They're calling it a homicide." He continued.
"Fuck." Justin sighed with wide eyes.
Clay looked down at the ground before speaking again. "They found drugs and fingerprints."
