The next day, after we had lunch, we started walking back to our rooms.

I was walking a few steps ahead of the girls with Nick.

We were talking about how cool winged lizards with laser eyes would be. Don't even ask how we thought of that. It just sort of happened.

"What do you think girls talk about?" Nick asked all of a sudden.

"Let's tune into their conversation,"

"Manners?"

"Do we care?"

"Absolutely not, let's do this,"

So we went silent, still walking at the same pace and tried to hear the girls.

"So I would stab him with an icicle and flee the scene disguised as a boy. No one will ever find the murder weapon, and I will never have to interact with a douchebag," Argenta was saying.

"What the fuck are they talking about?" I whispered.

"Your girl's crazy,"

"That's cool, but it would be better if you also buried him and planted some exotic plants on the soil right above his dead body. Then no one will even find the body; because it is illegal to dig up exotic plants," Reyna added.

"Yours is crazier," I snickered.

"I could also drain him of blood and burn his fingers and tongue and scoop out his eyes so he can't even be identified if they do find him!"

"That's a great idea!"

At this, Nick and I stopped and shared a look of worry.

"Ok, ladies, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Nick exclaimed, turning around to face them.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO KILL SO BAD?" I yelled.

"Why, you, boyfriend," Argenta said.

"What?" I gaped at her as my eyes widened a fraction.

"Just kidding," She chuckled, "I was planning the murder of my beloved brother.

"Oh, poor Dylan," I chuckled and sighed in relief, "what did he do to deserve that?"

"Don't even ask,"

"Well, I already did, so you better answer,"

"I better?"

"Yes, you better,"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, because no matter how strong you are, baby doll, you know I'm stronger than you,"

"Cocky!" She hissed, "My cousin from Inferna is coming over a few days later, and Dylan didn't tell me!"

"And that's enough for you to murder him like that?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Well, don't worry," I said as I draped an arm around her waist, "holidays are starting from the day after tomorrow, and you can go home to him!"

"You think I don't know that?"

"Maybe Dylan was trying to surprise you!"

"You don't have to do this, Lory," she said, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Do what?"

"Save his life," She chuckled.

"Well, I love the guy, and I really need you to not go to prison. So, I have to do this,"

"Did you even hear my plan?! I would never end up in jail," she said as she feigned offended and slapped my stomach.

"Did you not hear me when I said I love the guy? I would have to testify against you, Cupcake,"

"Wow! You know, sometimes, I feel like he loves you more than he loves me,"

"Well, duh," I said, earning an elbow in the ribs.

"Who can say you're not actually in a relationship?" Nick remarked as he and Rey caught up with us.

"Shut up," I said, pulling my hand away from my Cupcake.

"Isn't he soooo hot," I heard Reyna's voice beside Argenta.

"He is!" Argenta replied.

"Who are you talking about?" Nick asked.

"Ivan," Argenta said.

"He's not hot!" I said, scrunching my face in disgust.

"Have you seen him?" Cupcake asked.

"Yes! And he is not that hot,"

"Oh please, you're just jealous," Reyna chimed in.

"Your taste in guys is shit," Nick teased her.

"You're shit," She shot back.

"Forgot a 'then'," Cupcake muttered and chuckled.

"Oh, shit!" Reyna's voice caused us to stop.

"Yeah?" Nick answered.

"You're not actually shit, bro. She wasn't calling you," I chuckled.

"What is it, Rey?" Cupcake asked.

"We don't have dresses!"

"Yes, we do,"

"No, the club wasn't in the plan, so we don't have dresses for that,"

"Ugh, why do you need something different? There are literally 400 dresses in your bag. None of them fit the occasion?" Argenta whined.

"No, and we are going shopping!"

"No, please, please let me go to sleep," Argenta complained while Reyna dragged her through the hallway.

"Save me?" Cupcake threw me a pleading look.

"I can't, sorry, not sorry," I chuckled and winked.

"I hate you," She squinted her eyes at me.

"Keep telling yourself that, babe,"

"You guys are soo cute," Nick sang from beside me.

"Ugh, just shut up, please, I'm too tired for this,"

"Whatever you say, lover boy,"

Ugh!

~~~~~~~

It was 6:55, and Nick and I were standing in front of Vertigo. The girls said they'd meet us here.

"Did they die or something?" Nick asked.

"Let's hope not,"

As if on cue, Reyna and Cupcake came into view.

And did my Cupcake look absolutely breathtaking? Yes.

She was wearing a short black dress that reached barely half her thighs. Her eyes had smoky eyeshadow. At least that's what I think it was.

The dress' neck had a deep cut and showed a little bit of cleavage.

And-

Oh dear god!

I need some holy water.

"Yes, you do. Look at your jeans," Nick said from beside me.

"Fuck!" I cursed and turned around so Cupcake wouldn't be able to see the tent in my jeans.

Okayy, think of depressing things.

Um, a dying cat!

A dying puppy

Yes, it's working!

Keep going, Lory. Soon, the tent would be gone.

"Hey, boyfriend," Argenta whispered in my ear from behind me.

There it goes!

All those depressing thoughts for nothing!

Why does she have to be this hot?!

I felt her hot breath tickle my neck and shivered a little.

"What's wrong?" She said, her voice laced with concern.

"Nothing, I, um, I,"

Say something!

Anything!

"He has a hickey," Nick said.

"He what?!"

"I what?!" Cupcake and I said together.

Nick threw me a stern look, and I forced the words out of my mouth.

"Yeah, I have a hickey," I said through clenched teeth.

Oh, look at that! My hard-on's gone!

"Turn around," Cupcake commanded, and I did.

"I can't see it," She said.

"Me too," Reyna added.

"Well, I guess it's not as noticeable as we thought, huh?" I chuckled nervously, and Nick nodded in agreement.

This did not make Cupcake laugh, and her eyes just drooped more.

"mhmm," She said emotionlessly.

What's wrong with her?

"Ready?" Ivan said as he came up to where we were standing.

"Yeah, let's go," Cupcake said, emotionless as before.

"Oo, someone's in a bad mood today," Ivan commented, earning a glare from Cupcake.

She turned around and started walking towards the bar.

We followed her silently.

"What's up with her?" I asked Reyna.

"Are you for real?" She asked, annoyed and then sped up and walked into the club with Nick.

Argenta was stopped by the guard.

"It's a couple's entry, miss,"

"She's with me," I said and walked up to her.

"Oh," He said and stepped away from the gate, taking the pass that Cupcake was holding.

Once we stepped in, Cupcake tore herself away from me and vanished into the crowd.

"What did you do?" Ivan asked.

"I don't know,"

"Tell me everything that happened before I came there,"

So I told him everything, and he stood there nodding and humming.

"You said what?!"

"I said I have a hickey,"

"Are you out of your mind?!" He smacked me behind my head.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"For being an idiot," He remarked, "You never, and I repeat, never tell a girl you like and who might like you back that you have a fucking hickey!"

"You think she likes me back?"

"That's what you gathered from what I told you?"

"So, what do I do now?"

"You think she looks beautiful today, right?" He asked me.

"Yeah,"

"Then go tell her and tell her that there was no hickey,"

"Then how will I explain turning around?"

"She won't care,"

"You sure?"

"Just go!" He yelled.

"Okayy, chill, man,"

A few minutes later, we found ourselves standing in front of a weird room inside the club. I had taken Ivan's advice and told Cupcake that she looked beautiful and that there was no hickey.

I think the compliment really worked because she was acting like before.

"He's in here; follow me," Ivan said and walked into the room.

The room was small and dark. There was a desk in the centre of the room, littered with poker coins, empty beer bottles and empty pizza boxes.

"Ho ho ho, who do we have here?" A gruff voice came from the door.

"Santa?" Nick trailed.

"Kids, this is Timothy," Ivan introduced.

"We're not kids," I said.

"You are, to me,"

"You're not my mom,"

"But you are like the little brother I never had,"

"Ivan!" Timothy yelled, stopping our little quarrel.

"Yeah, Tim?" Ivan smirked.

"How many times have I told you not to come here?!"

"Ah, Tim, so welcoming!" He rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his heart, "it's not me that wanted to meet you,"

He pointed at me, and Timothy's eyes followed the direction.

"He looks- Is he?" He stuttered.

"Yes, he is," Ivan said, "But he doesn't remember; anything,"

"Oh, my god, Lorcan!" Timothy exclaimed.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter. So, what did you kids come here for?"

"We need help from you,"

"Go on,"

"We need some information about a specific memorisutira,"

"Yeah, can't help you," He answered immediately, "Not making the same mistake again. I can't hurt your family any more than I already have,"

"What- What do you mean?" I stuttered.

He paused for a few seconds before exhaling loudly and said, "I killed your sister."

A/N:

* gasps *

What do you think happened to Ardene (Lory's sister)?

Also, who do you think should play Ivan:

Nick Bateman

or

Tyler Hoechlin

OR

someone else (we're looking for someone who looks mature and has a bad boy vibe about him, and is hot)?

Anyway, that was it for this week. Thank you for reading!

No, wait, STOP!

What did the magic elf say to you all?

It said, "Hehe, forgive my trashy sense of humour and please vote,"

Pretty please?

I love you<3

See ya next week!