Nat's POV
"It's all my fault my best friend is in the hospital and I feel so guilty," Ceniah cried. I pulled out my phone, hitting the record button.
"What're you talking about?" Nick asked.
"A few years ago, Gelani ask me if I was as good at computers as I proclaimed," she started. "So she wanted to test me and asked if I could hack Allie's phone. She wanted to find your number because 'who doesn't want a celebrity's number?' So I did, and then she asked if I could use my computer to access your phone. I thought nothing of it, but she downloaded a bunch of pictures from your phone. I went through her phone this morning and saw that she had been texting you threats and was trying to hurt Allie. And it's all my fault."
"Gelani did this?" Nick asked.
"I know," Ceniah said. "I thought she liked Allie."
"Yea, because I just love the girl who ruined my life," Gelani said, pushing her way inside.
"What did Allie do to you?" Jolyne said, running in after her. "Just because she's better than you—"
Gelani grabbed her throat, squeezing slightly.
"Let her down," I said, standing up. She laughed, putting her other hand on Jolyne's throat.
"How'd Allie ruin your life?" Nick asked.
"If you must know, Nicholas," she said. "We all auditioned for the part or Rosalina. And Nat Wolff said I was flawless and perfect for the role."
And now I remembered her. She was pretty good, but Allie came on after her. "But Allie was so much better," I said. "and, the part of Rosalina had to played by someone that I thought was cute, and Allie had me mesmerized."
"Allie Allie Allie," she mocked. "I should've killed her when I had the chance." She dropped Jolyne to the ground, letting her sit there, gasping for breath, while she reached in her pocket. Holy shit she had a gun.
"I should've never talked to you in third grade," Nick whispered to me harshly. She pointed the gun at Allie.
"Put your phone on the ground, Nat," Gelani said. I reached into my pocket, dropping the phone on the ground. "Now slide it to me." I used my foot to slide it across the floor to her. She picked it up. "What's your password?"
"1101," I said.
"Why?" she asked.
"It's my brother's birthday," I said.
She groaned. "Love, ugh," she said.
2 minutes. That's all I needed now. She scrolled through the phone, growing more frustrated by the second. 1:42 minutes. Only one more minute. Please, don't realize. Don't realize, please. "Is this even your phone?" she screamed out, her finger moving to the trigger.
"Yea," I lied. "What're you looking for?" 0:56 seconds.
"So who's phone is in your hand?" she asked.
"Alex's," I lied again. Hopefully, she didn't know my tell. Otherwise we were all screwed.
"I'm gonna fucking kill everyone in this room!" she exclaimed.
"No no no," I said quickly. "This is my phone, that's Alex's. If you should kill anyone, it should be me." She smirked, dropping his phone on the ground.
"Why'd you lie, Nathaniel?" she asked.
"To buy some time," I said. 14 seconds.
"Time? What time?" she asked. "It's too late to save your precious—"
The door opened and a team of nurses and doctors came in for Allie's hourly check up. They were followed by two security officers, who immediately pulled out their handcuffs. I stopped the recording on my phone, smiling to myself. I have done good, I've done good.