Lethal Ways Not To Kill Yourself

Mistake 2: Elikai

Okay, I do like this guy, but he stole my goddamn tea!

Alex might have seen me freeze, he removed his apron and gear and came near my table.

"Dude, " he shook me vigorously, "wake up from your trance."

"What happened right now?" It was difficult to decide what was more bizarre, having Kal in the coffee place right now, him making a Hunger Games reference or him stealing my tea.

Alex sighed, shaking his head."Okay, let me break it down to you like an enzyme–"

"Not now buddy." His puns and metaphors showed no mercy to the gravity and eccentricity of the situation.

"Well, that's what she unfortunately said but we respect consent in this house."

I asked him if his shift was over so we could head out. It was difficult to understand what had just happened and exactly why, but I needed the cash we were here for. I could deal with Kal later.

That's what I always thought.

He took his backpack lying on the floor, at the corner of the counter and we walked out of the store. A few lanes away, Mac called me. It must mean he has found a person to mob. This was great news and I asked Alex to wear his mask.

"Dude, pick up the phone first." He furiously took out the mask tugged deep inside his bag. He never really liked wearing masks. His faced itched leaving allergy. He also makes me wonder if he uses protection but who am I to judge.

I tried to slide the call button up my windows phone but the oil from the macaron made it difficult for me to do so.

Alex saw it and sighed exasperatedly, "bruh you're so oily, America might want to invade."

He snatched the phone from my hand and picked the call himself.

"Yes boss, yes I sanitised my spit, you won't get an infection through the phone. What? Near the abandoned building. Roger."

He dropped the call and looked at my phone in disdain, then at me. I didn't understand what he was trying to say but it definitely wasn't something pleasant.

"I get it you're not the favourite sims of God but how bad you've to be to have a windows phone?"

He handed me the phone, scrunching his nose as we sped up to the place.

"Let's head to the old building and flirt with some ghosts."

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The walk wasn't that long, it hardly took us fifteen minutes. By the time we reached there, we had already put our hoodie caps up and covered most of our face. Only if Alex would shut his mouth, we won't be caught.

The guys, Mac and his brother I have no clue about were standing near the hindsight of the building, thus it was darker than most places surrounding it. Mac was good at creating foolproof escape routes. It was our very own dollar tree Lele Pons who would spill the plan with his tea that I didn't even get to drink.

We greeted the boys and Mac handed me the gun. It was when I saw the silhouette of the guy caught for the first time. He was way taller than I would have liked. There aren't many tall guys in this city and he definitely got an upper view over Mac.

That's why he called me. I am the tall guy Netflix never hired.

"So, hand me all you have." I threatened him, pointing the gun.

"No."

What did he mean? I have a gun! Isn't he even scared?

"What do you mean? Give me all, I am serious, I'll shoot you."