VANESSA

After cleaning the house, which was a great stress-buster, Brandon had showed me around the guest room which was sparkling clean. We had then gone to a diner where we had asked Reagan and Ryder to come.

"When exactly are we planning to go to the bar?" Ryder asked.

We did not know a lot about Rose. The only person who knew about her was Brandon, but he too had very little knowledge. Our best chance was her best friend. It was a girl named Kathleen. But we had no idea how to talk to her. 

We can't act like detectives, because Christian was still out there and he would have probably questioned Kathleen by now. We had stalked her on Instagram, and from all the stories and posts, it seemed like she went to this one bar a lot.

"How are we supposed to get an entry, we are not twenty-one. As a matter of fact, Kathleen too is our age. How did she get entry?" I asked very confused.

"Fake IDs. Duh!" Reagan said.

"And who will make that for us?" I asked still perplexed.

"I already have one." Brandon said, and all I could do was look at him wide-eyed.

"So, you could go alone!" Reagan exclaimed.

"Hell no." Brandon said.

"People never go to that bar alone. One of you at least have to go with me." Brandon babbled

"Vanessa, you could go." Ryder proposed.

"Yeah, and Brandon could start conversation with Kathleen and introduce you as his girlfriend so she won't even suspect a thing." Reagan said and I just looked at her, trying to process what she had just said. 

"Woah, you would make a good detective!" Brandon said complimenting Reagan.

"Okay, I take no stand, do I?" I said, but I was kind of excited, having a fake ID and going to a bar.

"Who is going to make your fake ID?" Reagan enquired.

"I do know one person but I am not exactly at good terms with her." Brandon remarked. 

"It won't be that bad."

"I mean my ex-girlfriend."

"Oh crap!" I blurted.

"We will have to meet her; I don't have her number anymore." Brandon said all awkward.

"Yikes, some weekend you guys are going to have." Reagan said as Ryder agreed with her.

******

We were standing outside her apartment. 

"How did know about her address?" I asked.

"She has been living here since she was sixteen."

The door opened, behind the door stood this girl who looked like a Victoria secret's model. She was taller than me (I am 5 feet and 9 inches), taller than Brandon (He was 5 feet and 11 inches). She was wearing this body fitting dress with this plunging neckline. I don't say this very often but she was very pretty. Just the idea that she dated Brandon was wrenching my heart.

Her apartment was such a mess, boxes of takeout not thrown away, dirty clothes just thrown on the floor. 

"OH! Look who is here to flex his new girlfriend. Someone's standards have gotten low." The girl blabbered. She is one piece of shit.

"My standards were the lowest when I was with you. Now, I am here for some business, I need a fake ID for her." Brandon said.

"FINE, I am just doing this for old time's sake. Ok?" she said. Not that bad.

"OK. Thanks." Brandon said.

"Just email me a passport size photo of her. Can I talk to you? Just you I mean."

"Okay, I am waiting downstairs." I said opening my mouth for the first time. He just nodded.

I was walking into the elevator when this horrible thought striked me. What if that girl makes a move on Brandon, what if he doesn't say no. what if they start dating again. But that's fine if they start dating. I am not his girlfriend, I don't own him.

You won't believe who was standing at the ground floor, Christian. Weird. 

"What are you doing HERE?" we both asked at the same time.

"I am here to arrest someone? What about you?" Christian asked.

"I was meeting a friend." I lied.

"Okay! Nice meeting you but I am kind of in a hurry." He said getting into the elevator as the two police men walked behind him.

Well, I had this bad feeling that it was Brandon's ex girlfriend so I messaged him. I didn't even see if he read or not as I saw the elevator opening again and it was her coming out of it in handcuffs with Christian.

The other two policemen walked pass me. I heard one of them saying, "He was kissing her, he would be involved too."

Brandon was the only guy with her, they did not bring any guy down, but they didn't get Brandon down either. I was correct about what I had thought. I felt so stupid to ever think I had a chance over that girl. More than that I felt betrayed. I have no idea why?