A week passed by since my perfect date with Blake and since we found out the actual killer. For seven whole days everybody woke up, aware of who killed Rosalind and could not do anything.

But we weren't sitting all idle. We took this time to create a wicked game. A game that would end with Derek behind the bars. A game that would make him pay for the heinous crime he has committed.

We hadn't completely formed it yet because we barely met each other. This happened because Derek's frequent visits to my house. He would bring his parents along. It was his way to get them out of the house and make sure they don't slip into depression.

There was a little part of me that was happy he still cared about his parents but that part went dark too when I found out he was keeping them sane so that his party goes well. I was appalled by how sadistic this man had gotten. There was a time when I would have defended him against any allegations, but that Derek had been suppressed and his dark side had taken over him.

"It's the perfect plan," Lenny clapped his hands and got up from Jordan's bed.

Yes, we had all gathered at Jordan's. It has become the new hotspot for our meetings considering how Derek practically made my home his second home.

"We say that every time we make one," Brianna rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her watermelon juice. "And yet we manage to screw up."

"Is there a reason for this negativity?" Lenny asked me and I looked at him from the view Jordan's window held.

"Lenny, you promised," I warned him, reminding of one of our conversations of how they will both behave and not taunt each other.

"But she is being unnecessarily negative!" He exclaimed like a little kid.

"She does have a point, doesn't she?" Blake asked him, taking control of the situation. I smiled subconsciously of how he understood I didn't want to be in the middle of this pointless argument. "The one time we did something to retaliate, Valerie ended in the hospital, Jordan in jail and you were kidnapped. Other times when we tried to make an effort, we always ended up in square one."

"Thank you," Brianna said with a victorious smile on her face.

"And not to forget, this isn't a plan. It's a game. We are playing him the same way he has been playing us all along," Jordan said, entering with yet another bowl of freshly made ice cream.

"You know," Kelly said taking a bowl from the tray. "Meeting here is so better than Val's place. We don't have to be afraid of somebody unwanted eavesdropping and we get delicious ice cream!"

I chuckled at Kelly's statement and then gave Jordan a sheepish smile as he approached me. "She does have a point. Why didn't you tell us before where you lived?"

"Oh, of course. What would I have said? You guys, I have a studio apartment which is smaller than all of your houses, so let's meet here! Also, don't be afraid if somebody waltzes in with a gun and threatens to kill us all. You know, that all is normal considering that I'm a gang member."

"Ex, gang member," Brianna corrected him. "Secondly, don't he conscious. My first dream was to own a studio apartment. Well obviously, I'm much richer now, but I appreciate this more."

"Chop chop, guys," Kelly spoke energetically. "Let's go through it one more time and see if there is anything we can smooth over or improve."

We all quickly ate our ice creams and Kelly then narrated of everything that was going to happen.

The game was simple as long as the rules were followed.

Kelly was going to make up an excuse and not attend the gala. While everybody would think she is relaxing at home, she would make her way to the McAllister house and get Derek's fingerprints, his DNA, literally anything that would provide scientific evidence. While she is at it, she would also try to find some other proof that would link the murder to Derek.

Blake requested to join her, but Kelly was firm to deny. She said that if he stayed back too, Derek might suspect it. The main goal of the game was to carry everything without him suspecting anything.

She also said she would look more carefully in Kelly's room because murderers often like to visit their crime scene either to grimace or take pride in it. Whatever the reason was, there was a good chance we might find something really solid.

At the gala, Lenny was going to tell Derek of a new plan we had come up with because of a new lead we discovered. Of course, all of the information given would be fake. Lenny's job was to throw Derek off of the scent. While the two of them would carry out their fake mission, Brianna was going to be the decoy.

Brianna was going to tell Derek she knew what he was doing and what he had done in the past. It was known as a type of guilt therapy. Wherein she was required to be as vague as possible and then hope that he would confess what we were hoping him to. All of this was going to happen in a small room situated in the Town Hall.

Jordan would already be in the room, hiding and recording. He was the one who insisted on doing this part. We asked him why he was so hell bent upon that, but he got no reply.

Blake and I were the backups. In case if something went wrong, we were the ones who were required to think spontaneously and cover everybody up. It was our job to make sure nobody's life is in danger. Along with that, we were also to converse with Derek's alibi about his whereabouts at the time of the murder.

Since Rosalind was poisoned, there was a big chance that he would have been present at the meeting he said he was at. But, we wanted to make sure.

"But what if Derek doesn't confess?" Brianna asked.

"Well then, I have something that will make him," Jordan smiled devilishly.

"Is that why you went to record his confession," I rose my eyebrow, totally clueless about what he had in store for Derek.

"Eh," he shrugged slyly and I nodded my head at his evilness.

"Gather around, you guys," Brianna spoke.

We all got closer and stood in a small circle, looking at each other with excitement and jittery hands. There was something very peculiar about this moment. We were no longer haunted by our past or stressed on getting Rosalind justice because we knew we won't rest until she gets it.

We were also not worried about what would happen at the gala. All of us were relaxed and found solace in each other's company.

We were a bunch of strangers to the future and yet we were prepared to fight if any danger came along.

For the first time in a long time, we all found ourselves on the same page.

Helloooooo

I just wanted to get it out there that we have only five chapters before TPP ends.

Let's see where it goes :))

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