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There was nothing important after that entry. I was surprised. For a minute we both stay in silence before Naomi's phone dings like a megaphone.
Frowning, she slides the phone into her hands; revealing a new message from some guy, probably her informants.

TL is lurking around the Evergreen club. She's drunk
Sent: 3 Minutes Ago

Naomi's face tenses at the sight while my stomach flips from the sudden excitement, I suppose. Knowing about a bitches whereabouts is nothing important but I know Tiffany somehow is the link between this mess.

"Pack your stuff in your baggy and pull the zipper tightly because I don't know what'll happen if you don't" she knowingly smiles, receiving a warm and happy smile back from me.

And so, stuffing all the pictures in the insect; I slip everything else inside, excluding the tape. Naomi's hand stops me as I touch the tape.

"Safety first, don't wanna lose any fingerprints, put those tapes in here..." she takes out a clear-plastic packet from her pocket.

She automatically seals the opening of the packets before putting them back into my backpack. We both stand up; brushing the moist sands off our pants.
Naomi lends me a plain black mask to never be recognized if I go there again someday. I honestly had a strong feeling I'd be there again; if that's Tiffany's hangout, then I'll be willing to risk my life, but fix the mess that involved me.

The walk to the so called Evergreen club was nerve wracking. Thoughts of what could Tiffany be doing in that place flood through my mind. What if she recognized me? I mean, we met about two times but afterwards Logan never brought her to our house for a short visit. If I could, I would grab Logan by the arm and shout everything in my mind at him; but all of the recklessness I did and regret in an hour would be blown up.

Violet-Neon lights illuminate the whole smoke filled room. Red plastic cups were immediately placed on our hands. Naomi discards her before she takes a questioned look at me.

"I'm drinking tonight, Nao. I've lost enough bravery and no one other than myself noticed it" I answer her look. She nods understandingly. I wonder why wouldn't she drink.

We both collapse into one of the couches. Drunk people sloppily dancing around with there drinks carelessly splashing over the seemingly expensive carpet almost made me gag. I take a sip from the bitterly delicious taste my drink had.

It was vodka, I suppose.

Being with Naomi is a new experience. How can someone know everything about life? The bitter aftertaste stings at the back of my tongue causing my face to scrunch up.
But I didn't care, today means so much to me and I can't risk anything. I need to at least earn enough bravery to face multiple things that may happen.

My worries were suddenly dissolved.

The vodka had an effect. Bennett always told me I'd get drunk too easily at the few parties we both attended. He surely had the power to read my mind, I laugh at myself.

Naomi jolts in her place before her hand clamps into my arm. She was freezing cold with fear, surely. Her pretty eyes were trained on the stairways.

Thats how I saw her. Tiffany Lee.

I close my eyes uncomfortably and allow the vodka to pour through my throat. It tasted hateful when she walked in, and I hated it even more.

She flicks her black but shiny hair complacently before she aims to a male resembling Logan, but clearly he wasn't him, himself.

There it is again, the sign branded into her nape.

She climbs into his lap with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips before she kisses him. That guy just licked a whole lot of nude red lipstick. He squeezes her hips playfully before I cover my eyes and force myself not to gag.

Naomi nervously pinched her lips with a dreadful expression. She seemed to know what was going on my mind.

"What are we gonna do anyways?" I ask through my teeth.

"Spy on that chick, of course" I could feel she rolled her eyes when saying that.

"Ugh, Nao, she's having public sex with a perverted guy. There's nothing other than disgusting things to spy" I rest my forehead on my palm.

"That's the point, she's just starting to cozy up so she'd make trouble" She adds, "Tiffany only does these things if that guy has some goods. Which he does, his dad is the CEO of some shady company" she continues.

I sigh pitifully at the reality. I glance back at Tiffany only to see her slipping her shoes off and revealing her slender foot. The same sign was burned on the sole of her feet. I immediately turn around to Naomi when the guy takes his hand near her butt. Ew.

"Naomi we are literally looking like creeps at a couple" I cover my Mask-Covered mouth. She uncomfortably shifts in her seat. "That's her prey not her partner" she replies.

As soon as I opened my mouth to reply a male appears in front of us with a tray filled with red cups. Naomi raises her hands to her shoulder length as No while I take two for myself.

"Trying hard, I see" She adds.

"Of Course" I roll my eyes. Pouring the vodka down my throat, I swallow the bitterness before taking another cup.

My stress and apprehension dissolved all of a sudden. I felt a euphoric sensation. Now I understand why so many people tend to drink rather than do anything else. Everything had a blur in it, I couldn't see straight at all.

Until Tiffany and her prey head upstairs.