Being Enthralling

71. The leech, the plans, the answers.

ISSAC'S POV

I was so astounded by the sudden change of Blake's behavior that I almost forgot why on the first place Blake got the waitress's attention.

I glanced at Derek's table, he snorted a white substance, cocaine I guess and the leech was looking at him, with a disappointed look.

The disappointed look was soon replaced by fury.

The moment Blake and the waitress got near the table of Derek's, Blake said something to the girl's ear she looked at her left side that is when Blake pushed the tray from the girl's hand and the wine spilled on that leech's hair.

The leech screamed like a fucking banshee. The music died instantly. Everyone froze when they heard her scream.

Blake slipped in the crowd, nowhere to be found.

The leech started to yell at the waitress for ruining her dress and complaining about her lack of professionalism.

The waitress looked around, I guess searching for Blake. However, the leech screamed at her again.

A bald man cut in, I assume he's the manager.

The leech then disappeared into the corridor.

Approximately after ten minutes Blake appears.

"The coast is clear." He smirked.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked and get up from the chair.

"Used Diana's tricks and locked the witch in the store room."

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"I don't think I have any problem with the traffic jam, I guess I have problem with traffic. I will order my pops to get me a chopper that way I'll be always ahead of every war. "

An hour has passed, the bastard is still rambling nonsense and has spilled nothing relating to the questions that we have asked.

I resisted the urge to slap some sense into Derek.

He leaned to the table and dropped his head on it with a loud thud.

Blake grabbed his collar, made him sit and sprinkles water on his face.

Derek laughs, "Yeah, baby do whatever you want do. Yeah." He trails off and I rolled my eyes.

Whether he is sober or foxed, he  always manages to get on the nerves.

"Derek," I slapped his face lightly a couple of times so that he doesn't drifts to slumber.

He blinks his eyes and crosses his hand over his chest, "Yes, brother. What do you want. Charity? Donation? Money? Food? Sex? Threesome? Gas? Mansion? Water supply?..." At he end he trails off and slumps down the chair.

I had enough of his bullshit and splashed the water of glass on his face. He gasped loudly. He runs his hand down his face and blinks.

For a moment I froze, Shit. I didn't mean to make him sober.

He looked at me, "Man, thank you man. For saving my life. I would have drowned man."

I sighed in relief, that was close.

"Anderson, that chick Diana Forbes. What's up with her." Blake asks without wasting any time.

Derek scoffs loudly. "That bitch." He pause and scoffs again. "That bitch!" He exclaimed again.

I clenched my fists, I'm terribly close to beat the shit out him.

"The perfect plans got ruined, because that slut didn't show up in anywhere." He retorts.

Blake and I shared a look.

"What plans?" I asked, shifting in my seat.

"Ohhhoho, the plans." Derek says and shakes his head. "This time it was plans. PLANS, PLANS  you know." He says, banging his hand on the table.

"Yes, man! Plural!"

"What were the plans." Blake asks this time.

Derek turns to face Blake, and put a hand on his shoulder. "You know, the different plans this time they were different. Like ruining her speech by throwing the red fluid on her."  His voice flatters, he scratched his head, "OH YEAH, Blood! We had planned to throw blood at her so she freaks out, you know by thinking it's my mother's blood. BUT! that bitch never showed up." He shakes his head and scrunches his face.

"That slut didn't even show up in the cooking competition." Bastard says sadly.

I grabbed him by his shoulder and made him look at me. "What about the cooking competition?"

He grins, "To set her fucking  counter on fucking fire." He whispers.

My hand tugs into his shoulder blade, as I feel the wave of anger wash over me.

He flinched. "Hey man! You are hurting me."

"Devitt." Blake calls my name I looked at him, he shakes his head. With lots of difficulty I drop my hand from his shoulder.

"Hey, why would you do that?" Derek asks and take my hand  and places it on his shoulder. "Do it again. Please."

I fight to keep my anger and irritation at a bay.

"So, what now? Do you have any plan or plans upcoming of that chick?" Blake cuts in.

"I don't know man, That slut has eloped with Blake or Issac I guess. She no where to be seen man. I planned to spill the blood on her in the campus, but I can't find that murder gal." Derek retorts shrugging his shoulders.

I stood up and left the table, before I could murder that bastard.

As I came out of the tavern and inhaled the fresh air, some things started to make sense to me.

Diana's sudden disguises and the reason why she backed out from all the events.

The only question which is yet to be answered is, how did Diana come to know about his plans?