GWEN'S POV
I woke up, alive at least. But Trent wasn't there. He didn't leave again… did he? But why should I care?
I walked over to his room, and knocked on the door. No answer. Ugh… he had left. Probably to turn me into his boss so the whole team can kill me.
I walked back into the room, and Trent came out of the bathroom. "Trent?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah?" He asked, drying his hair. Why hadn't I heard the shower before?
"You were taking a shower…? In my bathroom…" I asked.
"Yes, did you want me to leave instead?" he asked.
"No!" I answered, a bit to soon. Why didn't I say yes like I intended to?
He smirked, then walked over to the bed. He turned on the TV, and flipped through the channels. He stayed at the football channel.
I stared at him, confused. He looked at the TV for a minute, then looked at me. He patted the space next to him, suggesting that I sit next to him. I walked over, very slowly. I gazed at him, surprised.
"Had a good night's sleep?" He asked, still watching the screen.
"Uh… y-yeah." I answered.
"Good. You've slept for a while… it's 12 right now." He answered, smirking.
"What? 12? In the afternoon?" I asked, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Yup." He said, still watching the football game.
"You miss it?" I ask.
"What?" He asked, puzzled, now looking at me.
"Football. I read that you used to play. And you were good." I said.
"Right… yeah. Kinda, I mean, football, I love it and all. But I'd rather have my brother back." He said.
"Right… family first." I mused.
He smiled. "Yeah." We were silent for a while "Hungry?" He finally asked.
"Yup…" I answered. I grabbed my coat, and we walked out. "Wait… never mind. We'll get caught. People are probably watching. You go, bring something back. Not poisoned please." I teased about the last part.
He frowned though. "Still don't trust me…" he mumbled to himself. Then walked away. I felt like yelling back I was teasing, but bit my tongue.
What in the world is happening to me…?
TRENT' S POV
She was teasing… I reassured myself. But what if she's not?
I drove into the McDonalds, ordered a lot of food, and drove back to the hotel. I walked in. Shoot!
My boss' apprentice! Ronald… Grr, I hate that dude. Such a dork, lucky he's the dude's nephew.
I walked over to him. "Hey Trent!" He yelled from across the room, waving like an idiot.
"Ugh… Hello Ronald. How's your Uncle, my boss?" I asked casually.
"Perfect! He just wanted to know why you haven't… you know?" He said, leaning closer. "Killed the girl yet?" He whispered into my ear. Gross… he got spit into it.
I wiped my ear with my sleeve. "Right. I am still… trying to find her. I've found some leads, and searched half of LA. LA has many people in it you know… and she is undercover." I reasoned.
"Right. Well Uncle wants her killed. Trust me, he wants his niece dead. I mean… uh… enemy." Ronald covered, very badly.
"Niece?" I asked.
"Well… not a niece actually. But related… somehow. I wasn't suppose to tell you… He wants you focused." He said.
"Right. Whatever Ronald. See ya. I'll tell him when I find the girl." I said. I walked into the elevator. And waited until I got to our floor.
Related? How…? And why didn't she tell me? Does she even know who my boss is?
Ugh. What am I asking? Questions I don't even know the answer to…
I walked into Gwen's door, I had her key. "Hey. I got McDonalds." I said casually.
"What's wrong?" She asked, not even looking at me as she typed on the laptop.
"What?" How would she know? I thought I was talking at a normal tone… I thought I was a good liar.
"I can identify lies easily, Trent. Seriously, what's wrong?" She asked, again. Looking at me with serious eyes.
"Fine… So, my boss' nephew, Ronald, showed up. In the lobby, 5 minutes ago. He said you were related to my boss?" I explained.
She nodded. "Really?" she asked, but still watched the laptop screen.
"Aren't you gonna take this seriously?" I asked, frustrated.
"Yes. Fine." she said, closing her laptop screen down. "Now, what is your boss' name?"
"Uh… I don't know." I answer.
"Your helpful…" She answers sarcastically.
I sigh. "I know… Whatever though, I'll let it go."
"Liar." she said simply.
"Well then let me lie." I answered.
"Fine." She said. She grabbed her bag. I just noticed… she was packed.
"Where are you going?" I asked, worried.
"Worried?" she asked, smiling lightly.
"Yes…" I admitted.
"It's okay. I'm sad, too."
"Sad? I never said sad."
"But I know you are. I told you, I am good at reading faces." she answered, smiling lightly. She kissed me on the cheek, then walked out the door.
She dropped a piece of paper.
We've caught you. If you don't kill him by tomorrow. You will be killed, and we'll finish this ourselves.
The note said what?
