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Playlist For Chapter:
Mr. Wonderful - DDR
Cha Ching - Hedley
Pretty Fly - The Offspring
Bad Touch - The BloodHound Gang
"Okay, so now that Seth isn't trying to leap through the phone and now that Renny isn't dying anymore, can we ask you something?" Paul asked, the seriousness in his voice was completely different then his normal tone of voice. Or at least, the tone of voice we had ever heard him use.
We all blinked, and my heart almost stopped. My wonder kicked in, making me furrow my brows at my best friends. Nikki shrugged, and so did Ivy, and we all leaned closer to the phone, Ivy's cheeks burning a bright red in color.
"Well, Embry, Seth and I were wondering if maybe you girls would consider–" Paul's voice was cut off suddenly, as we heard something crunch against something, and there was a bunch of hounds of laughter and then silence. The silence lasted on our end of the line, and the other end of the line for a long time.
"So that's where you guys have been! Hogging Emily's phone!" A deeper voice exclaimed, and it somehow sounded wiser.
"Ah, shit, that's not what we're doing! Go to hell!" Paul snarled, and we could all tell he was extremely pissed off.
But one thing concerned me. Who was Emily?
"Uh, we'll go now," Ivy said, her voice shaky and nervous. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks burning red. I could tell she was really uncomfortable with the situation at hand.
"No, no, no! Wait! I gotta find out who you are first!" A new voice said, and we could hear some scuffling in the background on their side of the line. We all looked at each other, our faces mirroring faces of wonder, mild disgust, and confusion.
"Okay, are there any minors who just walked into the room?" Nikki asked, her voice hard as steel.
"No," Seth said, his voice stressed, and then he gasped. "Crap, no, Paul, don't let him get the phone!"
The static that was constantly there was suddenly gone, and we could only hear one voice now, and the growls and the noises in the background were softer. "Hey, ladies," The new voice said, laughing as if he had the funniest joke.
"Who are you?" Nikki asked, gritting her teeth together.
"The name's–Ah!" We heard a cluck, and then we heard a slam and some snarling and then some random words in some sort of strange lanuage that I was positive none of us understood. The words were liquid and were like melted chocolate mixed with milk. The static got louder suddenly, so I assumed we had accidentally hit something and then we had put ourselves back on speaker phone. As soon as the one voice said one strange word, all of the scuffling and snarling stopped.
Nikki stared at the phone. "Please tell me no one just died." Her voice was shaky, and strangely weak.
My heart sped up, Ivy nodded in agreement, and so did I. If Seth were hurt I'd have to go and seriously kill someone. I kept getting the tiny picture in my brain that some of Seth's friends had just hurt him or something.
"No one's dead," Paul said, and we could tell it was through his teeth, "yet."
Nikki let out a snort-laugh. "I'm with you there, brother."
"Now, what where you asking before you where interupted?" Ivy asked politely, her eyes filled with wonder.
"We were wondering if you three would considering coming to a bonfire or something." Embry's voice was small.