At ten in the morning, I stand outside the Morgan's house.

Natasha spent the entire night reminding me to set an alarm for 5 A.M. so I could get to her house by 6 but as I ring the doorbell like a crazy person, I know for a fact that she is still asleep even at 10 A.M.

The driveway is empty, which means her parents aren't home. I search the lawn for a rock and I find a decent sized and smile. I walk a few feet away from the house, aiming at Natasha's bedroom window.

Hopefully, I won't do much damage.

I throw the rock and wince when it hits the wall beside the window. I pout and head towards the lawn but I stop when the front door clicks open.

"Princess, why the fuck are you throwing rocks at my house?" Keith says with a lazy smile on his face.

I stifle my laugh at his crinkled up dark blue shirt and spongebob boxers.

"Morning sleepy head," I wave at him as I walk inside his house. "Your sister made me drag my ass out of bed to come here early."

Keith rolls his eyes. "She's not gonna get up any time soon but go ahead and try to wake her up."

I nod my head and climb up the stairs to her room, quietly wishing myself good luck.

Natasha's head is buried in pillow when I enter her room. "Bitch, if you don't wake up," I threaten as I drop my bags by the door, "I'll jump on you until you do!"

Her reply is muffled and she doesn't move. I guess that means it's time to jump on her. I take a deep breath and leap towards her, landing on her bed.

She screams and curses at me. I try to crush her with my weight but I lose my balance as soon as she flips over and within a second I'm on the floor.

"I think you broke my back," She complains, glaring at me from her bed.

"Yeah? Well I'm pretty sure you broke my butt!" I stand back on my feet and rub my butt, I hope it doesn't bruise.

"I think I'm gonna have to sleep off the pain."

I rush towards hee, pulling her arm so she sits back up. "Oh no you don't! You called me her at six, you should be awake."

"It's ten now," She defends. I roll my eyes and sigh. "Ten more minutes then I'll be up, promise."

I mumble a few curses under my breath as I push her down on the bed. She immediately covers her face up a pillow, ready to sleep.

I get off the bed and walk around her room, observing whatever she has on her shelves and study table. My eye catches something odd and I walk over to it.

It's weird black stick with a white ball at the top. I hold it in my hand and shake it, "Nat, what's this thing over here?"

"What?" She drawls not bothering to look in my direction.

The black part has letters stuck on it and I try to read it, "It says, Jungkook?" I can't tell if I pronounced it right but it sounds familiar, "Is it that band everyone's been talking about lately?"

To my surprise, Natasha shots up from her bed. I stumble back, almost dropping the thing in my hand.

"Be careful with my lightstick!"

I look at her dumbfounded but then I follow her line of sight and find her looking at my hands. "Your lightstick is fine."

However, Natasha doesn't believe me. She throws her comforter to the side and takes big steps towards me. "Be gentle, do you know how hard it was to buy this thing?"

I lift my eyebrow at her as she takes the lightstick from me and places it back on her shelf. Adjusting a few white and black books beside it.

"I ran out of money when I brought these albums," She says, gesturing at the book-like albums she was just fixing. The pink one stand out to me and I reach for it but Natasha smacks my hand away. "Wash your hands first. I had to work at mom's yoga classes for a week to get them."

I want to protest that my hands are clean but the look on her face distracts me. Natasha really deeply hates yoga because despite being fit overall, yoga makes her body ache all over. I can't help but laugh at her as she rubs her back and hips.

"Talk about being obsessed. They must really be special for you to do that." I muse, slightly interested in who I figured by now were BTS.

There's a bright smile on Natasha's face, the kind that I rarely ever seen. "Let me get dressed, we can listen to their songs on the way to get pancakes."

"Uh, actually, I need to tell you something important," I look towards the door to make sure it's closed as I lower my voice. "In private."

Natasha waves a hand at me dismissively, "We can talk over breakfast, I've already made a mental list of the songs you'll like."

I step closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder so she really listens to me. "It's about Bellamy and everything that's happened. I need your help with something."

Natasha's smile fades with my words but she quickly replaces it with a reassuring one. "Okay, give me ten minutes. Then I'm all ears."

I nod as she turns away and picks up a pair of folded jeans and a shirt and leaves for the bathroom.

I bite my bottom lip as I think about what I'm going to do. I don't want to burden her with my problems but she's the only person I can count on right now. Natasha and Keith know more about all of this than the rest of our friends. I could ask Keith for help but I fear he may act before finding out the whole truth and I couldn't risk him fighting Bellamy again or anyone for that matter.

I know Natasha would somewhat assess the risk before doing something and she knew plenty of people around town so if anyone could actually help me find Mike, it would be her.

After fifteen minutes, we were on the road. However, each time I tried to initiate the conversation, something would distract us. Our town had a moderate population but it seemed like every single bad driver was out today.

"About freaking time," I say when I see the cafe not too far from us.

"Yeah, no." Natasha says and takes a sharp turn, speeding up the car.

"What, the cafés that way!" I point at it as Natasha drives away from the white painted building.

"I think we're being followed." Her eyebrows furrow as she glances at the rear view mirror. "See, if he was really going to turn here he would've put his indicator on but he didn't."

I pout in disagreement. "Maybe he forgot because of all the idiots out today."

"I don't think so. He looks kinda creepy."

I turn around in a discreet manner to get a look at him. He looks like a middle aged man and is wearing a light brown suit. His bright red tie stands out despite the dirty mirror between us. I can barely focus on his face as Natasha begins to scold me.

"Stop it, don't make him think that we know he's following us!"

I roll my eyes. "If he's any good at his job, he'll know what's going on in our minds right now."

"Adults only think they know what's going on in a teens head. He probably thinks we're gonna try to buy alcohol from a gas station." Honestly, Natasha has a point.

"Then just pull up at the hospital or something. My mom will take care of it." I tell her.

"Ugh, I just missed the turn for the hospital." We pass by a billboard I recognize as the last one before the downtown buildings begin. We won't be able to take a U-turn until we're deeper into the city.

"Try losing him on one of the racing routes." I point out as we near one of the roads that goes towards a shadier part of the city where we often came to watch races.

Natasha nods her head and accelerates her mom's old but trusty Chevy. Miss Morgan definitely always drove under the speed limit because the engine roared as Natasha stepped on the gas peddle.

After a few swift turns around the city, a victorious smile etched on Natasha's face that mirrored mine.

"Lost him!" Natasha declared as she slowed down into the downtown traffic.

I give her a high five and let out a breath I had been holding for far too long.

"First the traffic and then this creep, who knew breakfast was this hard to get."

"Tell me about it. If I knew our morning was going to be this crazy, I would've just taken Keith's peanut butter and ham sandwich for breakfast!" I exclaim, putting a hand on my stomach as it grumbles for the umpteenth time.

Natasha gags and shakes her head. "How about donuts instead?"

I follow her line of sight to a bright pink building across the street, Darla's Donuts.

We find a parking spot right in front of the donut shop and we hurry our way inside. The bell above the door can barely be heard over the chatter inside.

The shop is bustling with customers. Many men and women in office attire and casual clothes bombard the cashier with orders of coffee and donuts. We join the line and immediately look at the heavily decorated donut shop.

Just like the exterior, the interior is a bright pink. They really took donuts seriously because everything resembled a donut. The coffee tables, lamps, decorations and even the backs of the seats are donut-shaped.

I could feel myself getting tired of the obnoxiously pink theme. "I would never work at a place like this," I remark.

Natasha scoffs at me. "You wouldn't work anywhere."

I poke her ribs with my elbow earning a nasty glare from her. Seconds later, I'm attacked in the ribs by her elbow. We breaking into a fit of laughter as we try to get our revenge.

"Ahem," someone loudly clears their throat from behind us.

I retreat my hands and slowly glance over my shoulder. There's a tall man towering over us. There is a displeased expression on his face and if Natasha didn't stop laughing at this very moment, I'm sure this suited old man would smack us in the head with his briefcase.

I nudge Natasha's arm and tilt my head towards the old man, mouthing her to shut up. She rolls her eyes, and continues to giggle.

A gush of warmth hits my skin, reminding me of the blazing heat outside. The donut shop falls silent but it's quickly replaced by the sound of chatter.

Everyone's gaze is focused at the door and even I am intrigued. A group of women file into the shop. Some wave at a few customers while most of them talk amongst themselves.

They seem to be middle aged but they're dressed like they just came from a college party: short skirts, some even wearing butt shorts and crop tops that that really bring out their cleavage.

I feel disgusted by the men in the store, who just can't tear their eyes from the women. I huff out a breath when the man standing in front of us in the line practically turns around to stare at one of the girls.

Natasha nudges me and discreetly points at the empty space in front of the man. "He won't notice that we cut him." She says, and takes his place in line. I follow behind and smile when the woman in front of us takes her order and leaves.

We're now standing before the cashier who has a dull expression on his face. He doesn't look much older than us. I can't help but notice his eyes that are a deep shade of red as if he's had a little too much of his fix.

Natasha begins to tell him our order but he stretches his palm out to our faces. "Hold up," He drawls every word and retracts his hand slowly. "Iced...Mocha...Latte."

"Two, iced mocha lattes." Natasha corrects him.

The cashier, who doesn't have a nametag clicks his tongue and presses some more buttons on his keyboard.

Natasha and I exchange a look. Of course this happens to us when we're hungry and need to discuss something important.

"Mom!" The cashier barks out, surprising both of us. "This thing isn't working."

He slaps the monitor a few times before slumping his shoulders and retreating to the pink door behind behind him.

"Am I supposed to take my order myself?" Natasha asks as she leans over the counter and fidgety with the keyboard and screen.

I pull her back. "Let's just wait for his mom. Maybe it won't take that long."

"I'm starving!" She exclaims.

"Me too," I give her a tight smile and hope that she waits.

"Oh, hope I didn't take too long!" A woman says from as she enters from the kitchen door the boy just left from.

"We've been waiting for a-" Natasha's complaint is cut short when all the men waiting in line behind us begin to talk over her.

"Oh no, not at all Darla."

"I'm not in a hurry anyways."

Darla seems satisfied by their answers and slowly pulls down her bright pink apron and adjusts her nametag as she confidently strides towards the cash machine.

"So, what can I get you girl?" She asks, chewing on her bubblegum. The bored expression on her face resembles that of the boy who was standing in her place moments ago, same shade of hair and eyes.

This answered all of my questions about how he was able to work while evidently high.

Natasha recites our order once again and I take the time to study Darla, the owner of this ridiculously pink donut shop. I couldn't help but notice her long pink nails, as she typed in our order and pushed back her honey brown bangs each time they got in her eyes. Her hair were tied up in a messy bun with many pink pins trying to secure strands that poked out.

She had striking features to begin with and the the tiny mole just above the corner of her mouth added to her beauty. However, her droopy eyes proved she was tired. Her makeup was done in a weak attempt to hide some of her wrinkles and fine lines but the bored look on her face couldn't be hidden by anything.

I take the Lattes and follow Natasha to an empty table by the window. The women who arrived not too long ago are scattered all over the the donut shop. I find odd how some of them are in and out of the employees only room because they aren't wearing a uniform or even remotely acting like they work here. However, I shake it off and dive into our box of donuts. Moaning at their taste.

Natasha and I stuff ourselves with chocolate glazed donuts and within minutes we finish off the first dozen. We slowly munch on the donuts in the second box as our coffee is cool enough to start drinking.

I figure this is the only time I can talk to Natasha privately. Well, it isn't a private place but no one would be able to hear us over the loud chatter anyways.

"So,um, I wanted to talk to you about everything." I say slowly.

Natasha nods her head as drops her donut back inside the box. "Please don't be mad, but Keith already told me everything." I open my mouth to reply but she rushes to say, "I was losing my mind over it and that's when he told me. I'm still trying to make sense of it and I'm glad you brought it up. I'm sorry for getting it out of Keith though, believe me, he's never told me anything before but nothing like this has ever happened so-"

I put my hand on her arm reassuringly. "It's okay, you don't have to defend yourself. Besides I have a lot more to tell you but more importantly, I need your help. Well, if you can help, that is."

Natasha nods her head and I don't wait for a reply to start explaining things to her.

"So, that night when everything happened, I was kidnapped by some people. I thought they were going to do something to me, like something really bad because the men who put me in the SUV said they were going to use me to save the boss' son but all they did was give me a jacket with a gun in it."

"Unless that was it, they only wanted you to deliver the gun." Natasha points out.

"But literally anyone could have done that because the shed where Bellamy and Trace were was a freaking short walk from where they were!" I slam my fist on the bight pink table that I'm sick of already.

Natasha rubs her forehead trying to make sense of the situation. "Either you missed out on something entirely or this boss person wanted to see a big fight, heck he even got it."

"That's not all, when Bellamy and I got together he told me his biggest secret-" With the way Natasha moves her hand to cover her mouth, I can tell she has to physically stop herself from making a remark. I brush it off and continue, "Well, I thought it was a secret until recently." I mutter, thinking about the phone call that mom was on the other day.

"He told me his dad was involved in gang-related stuff." The look in Natasha's eyes changes and it makes me feel like I've made a big mistake.

"So you're saying that-"

"What if his dad set him up?"

Natasha doesn't reply. Her lips form a straight line, and her eyes never waver from mine. Before I can snap my fingers in front of her to see if she's frozen or not, her hand appears from under the table and pushes a strand of hair away from her face, breaking our little stare down.

I take a sip of my coffee and it's as cold as Natasha's gaze. I want to know what's going on in her head but her stare makes me awfully uncomfortable.

"One last thing," I reach for my bag and pull out the leather jacket. "This was the jacket they gave me and I found this name tag in there."

I slide the name tag towards her. It stops by her cup and she glances at it. She creases her eyebrows for a moment and then moves her attention to the jacket.

"I've definitely seen this before," She says, leaning back in her seat. She holds her chin in her hand and her eyes flutter up to the ceiling as she tries to jog her memory. I can practically see her searching through the files in her head. I cross my fingers and hope that she remembers.

Her eyes move around the room, but she barely focuses on anything. That is, until she leans forward and points at something. I sit up and and follow her gaze, my mouth agape.

"That's, that's the same jacket." I mumble.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the late update!

I literally forgot everything about this book and I had to read this and the first book again so I wouldn't miss out on anything and boy was it hell.

This story is a product of the millions of bad boy books I read on wattpad (reading list available on my profile). Back then, there was little to no diversity and an awful cliché hell hole that I fell into when I started writing.

I would honestly change everything about this book which is why I left this book for a very long time but the support and love from you guys pulled me back in and made me realize a lot of things.

I wanted to delete this book because it didn't represent anything about me or what I believe in also it's extremely dark and I'm like the complete opposite irl so idek but because this book taught me how to write and how I could use words to create art, I'm going to continue writing this book and hopefully complete it in the near future.

After this book is done, I'll be publishing more works. I have a lot of stuff in my drafts and I can't wait for you guys to read them!

I hope you liked this chapter. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for the next one!