𖤓 𖤓 𖤓

ɪʟɪᴀɴᴀ's ᴘᴏᴠ

"And we're currently eyeing Rudy Pankow to play Golden Boy, but we have options." The lady, whose name I've already forgotten, brings my empty thoughts to screeching halt.

I snap my eyes up to her, already feeling my body temperature rise dangerously high as the heat wafts off my body.

"What did you just say?" I ask eerily calm.

"Casting Golden Boy for your 'Golden Girl' movie." She blinks at me like it's obvious. "If you don't like Pankow, we have other candidates in mind."

I feel my blood boil, rage burning my insides. I could disintegrate this lady in two seconds and not bat an eye.

I let out a dark chuckle. "You're really worried about who to cast to play my brother? My twin. The one who just killed himself not even a week ago?" I narrow my eyes, spitting out each word like venom. The lady's eyes widen as she pales whiter than snow. I slowly stand, leaning over to her ear. "You, and everyone else here, can go fuck yourselves." I whisper, singing some of her hair with my breath. I step back. "I really don't give a fuck anymore." I grin brightly before spinning on my heel.

I move through the crowd with my chin held high, drowning out the chatter and music carrying throughout the ballroom, choking back the tears threatening to form. Don't be a fucking little bitch, Iliana.

God, I'm so sick of crying...

"Golden Girl, Golden Girl, what's your next on-screen project? We would love to sponsor you."

"Golden Girl, we would love for you to be the face of our new makeup line."

Everyone stupid voice that belonged to a sponsor sounded like I was hearing them underwater. None of it mattered. None of this matters. Luke is gone. And he's-

"Goldie?" A voice speaks softly as my arm is grabbed. "Ah-" I snap out it and whip around to find Andre shaking his hand. I burned him.

"Magnet?" My voice crumbles as I look at his concerned-stricken face. I let out a shaky sigh.

"Come here." He opens his arms and my lip trembles before I bite it and fall into him. "I really fucking miss him." He breathes after a moment of silence.

"Yeah." I mumble in his chest. "Me too..." More than anything.

He pulls me back, keeping his hands on my shoulders. "Do you wanna do something about it?"

My brows pull together as I look at him. "What do you mean?"

"I have an idea of how we can help Sam." He looks into my eyes, serious as ever, though I see the hesitation behind it. "It may be stupid but-" He shrugs. "We don't have many options. Or time."

He doesn't wanna wait. Just like last night when we were in agreement.

We always are.

My eyes shine with a new found purpose, and distraction from the god-awful event happening inside. "I'm listening."

𖤓 𖤓 𖤓

Andre and I approach a short-haired blonde girl he told me was Marie's roommate. Apparently her power is shrinking and we could use that right about now, so I'll play along.

"Hey." Andre says gaining her attention since her back is to us. He takes a seat and motions for me to join him. I roll my eyes but sit anyway, enjoying the fresh air rather than the stuffy room.

The girl lets out a chuckle. "What's up?"

Ahh, she's smoking a join, maybe she's not so bad.

"I'm Andre. This is Iliana." He introduces.

"Yeah, I know who you both are." She says, glancing over her shoulder, and hands him her joint.

"You're Cricket, right?" Andre asks. Well, if she's not we're severely wasting our time...

According to Andre, she has a YouTube Channel where she's 'Cricket' and records herself doing funny things while being small. Can't say I've ever seen it.

"Emma." She responds softly and I can feel the tiredness behind her correction. It's how I feel every time I hear Golden Girl.

Andre takes a heavy hit before handing it to me, ah, just what I need.

I close my eyes, inhaling the smoke.

'Emma' chuckles. "I won't puke all over your shoes." My eyes pop back open.

"Yeah I saw that video." Andre tells her as I hand him the joint.

'What video?' I mouth.

'Show you later.' He mouths back before handing the joint off to Emma. "Fuck that girl." Hmm, I use to be up to date on everything that happened on this campus. Funny.

Funny how I just can't bring myself to give a fuck anymore.

"Freshman class is savage this year." Andre continues. I listen intently as I throw my head back looking up to find the sky pitch black, not a star in sight. Mmm, how fitting. "You know, tell you the truth, we, uh, we wanted to talk to you." Oh right.

Emma whips her head over her should, mid hit. "You want to talk to me?" Her disbelief unhidden.

"We do." I speak up, turning to look at her. "It's important." I nod to Andre and he pulls out his phone, showing her the picture we took of Sam as he explains.

"What the fuck?" She exclaims. "Like, what the fuck? Like, what the fucking fuck?!" She stares at the phone before looking at us horrified, growing louder with each word. "That's your brother?" She looks at me.

"Mhmmm." I nod slowly, looking down at my hands. I begin picking at my nails, trying my hardest not to burn myself in front of Magnet.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." He pats her hand, glancing around to make sure no one heard her.

"What are they doing down there?" Emma asks, her volume lower. "I mean, fuck, could they do that to us?" She snaps her head up in a panic. "Are we in danger? I mean, should we tell someone?"

"Nooo." I quickly shut down. Fuck no we're not gonna tell someone, who would we trust enough to tell?!

"I don't know what we'd say." Andre tells her, calmer than me. "All we got is this." He holds up the phone. "And what Luke told us before his murder-suicide. It's not exactly credible."

I let out a chuckle. "No. Of course not, now that they made him out to be a fucking crazy person."

"But what I do know is that we need to go down there and we need to find out where they have Luke and Goldie's brother." He says, looking over at me he nods strongly.

"Mm." Emma's not as full of questions now.

"But..." He turn back to her. "We can't do it without getting busted. But maybe..." He pauses looking at Emma who's staring off into space before she whirls her head around, eyes wider than before.

"Oh, shit!"

Andre sits up and as I take a deep breath. Is she reallyyy our only option?

"I mean, saying it out loud, I know it sounds like a bad fucking idea, so..." Andre shakes his head.

"No, I'm totally, totally in, dude." Emma says, glancing over at me she nods quickly in my direction.

"'Cause it is, like, life-or-death dangerous." Andre tells her. "And you're a freshman." He adds.

"She can handle it. You can handle it right?" I tilt my head toward her. Clearly Andre wouldn't have suggested her if he didn't think she could do it and I trust him.

"And you are not even on the Crimefighting track." Andre continues, starting to panic.

I know this is entirely stupid and far-fetched. And she may not have much experience, but hey she can learn! How does anyone learn anything without experience, right?

This is our chance- my chance to get my only brother back. We have to take it.

"Yes." Emma lets out before snorting. "But also, no matter what you say... yes." She whispers the last bit.

Oo-kay, we may be doomed....

𖤓 𖤓 𖤓

𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽 sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Heyyyy!! Our girl Emma is hereeee <3

I know I didn't have Iliana talk that much in the scene with Emma, butttt I really didn't feel like she had much to say as Emma is a stranger and she is a bit tipsy lol, and very stressed and mad haha.

Also, the scene between her and Andre literally made me tear up, omfg I love them SO much!!! They are seriously one of my favorite friendships I have ever written <3

As always, don't be afraid to comment your thoughts, reactions, and questionsss... See you in part 4!