I heard the ambulance sirens when I dropped off the jumper. When I saw the lights, I ditched the guy and sped back to the party. It's past midnight and the giant fire might already be going on. I cannot afford to miss it. It's going to be sick.

As I speed down the road, a car cuts me off. It looks vaguely familiar, but in the darkness, I can't make it out. I feel like I've only seen it once or twice, though. I start to follow it when it veers through the fence, breaking the wood material and speeds through the grass. Shrugging, I assume it's just some partygoer coming late to the party. I continue on the actual road when I see smoke coming from Rio's place.

"They started without me?" I ask out loud, shocked. "Ugh. Rio's going to pay. I mean, I might as well be tortured again."

I park the car I'm driving, which is one of Adriano's, by the way. Shutting the door, I sprint up the driveway and into the house. In the living room, Scream plays and a confused Maren roams around. "Where's Ozzy?" she asks me, light brows knit in confusion.

"Dunno," I answer with a shrug. "I just got back and the fire is going on without me. Where did he say he would be?" 

Eerily, she looks at the couch. "Right here..."

That stops me in my tracks. "That's suspicious," I admit, tapping my chin in contemplation. "Maybe he's outside watching the –" Just then, explosions and bursts of fiery colour capture my attention. Those illegal fireworks are being lit and I'm not back there! "Fireworks!" I exclaimed, rushing to the back. The back doors are open and I can see the sprays of sparks lighting the scorched grass.

"Makai!" Maren snaps at me, grabbing my arm and shooting me daggers. "What if he was taken?"

 "Isn't Oz-like, one of those guys who lives for excitement? He's probably out back," I suggest, itching to go out.

Giving in to the idea, Maren sighs. "Yes, you're right. Let's go find him." She takes my arm and drags me across the house and to the back. Once I'm out, I'm overwhelmed by how hot it is. Also, I'm vaguely muddled. This doesn't smell like a normal fire... or like illegal fireworks.

Up ahead, a shower of multicoloured sparks flies through the sky. The last time there were fireworks, Allister got shot in the head. Now that I think about it... these fireworks don't seem too appealing. I tear my eyes away from the display and search the crowd for a golden man bun: Ozzy.

When I don't see him, an uneasy feeling sets in my stomach. There's no sign of Enzo and Reyna, either. "Hmm..." I hum to myself. "Something isn't right..."