JOHN
'Where is he?! Tell us!' I shook Lailah by the shoulders.
Lailah took out her tablet from her backpack and started touching it. She looked up and started moving her hands in the air.
'He's actually just outside the hotel.'
We all ran outside the fancy hotel and looked around the parking lot for Sam. Then we saw him. Standing, looking around.
'SAM!' I screamed.
My best friend turned his head in astonishment. 'JOHN!'
He ran over to me and I gave him a huge hug. Sarah gave Sam a hug and Eight looked at him inquiringly.
'So you're the famous Sam Goode, I'm Eight,' Eight held out his hand. Sam shook it.
Sam turned to Lailah, wide-eyed. Lailah was looking up and down from her tablet to the air, biting her lip.
'H-Hi. I-I'm Sam,' Sam stuttered.
Lailah looked up and shook Sam's hand. 'Hi Sam, I'm Lailah. Number Five.'
Sam was still staring at Lailah when I spoke, 'Sam, you got to come back with us; we're staying in Nine's apartment in Chicago.'
Sam was still staring at Lailah. He nodded.
About an hour later we were all in the car, Sam following us in a stolen Toyota. Lailah and Sarah were in the back, me driving and Eight in the passenger seat.