"You guys won't believe it" a voice cries.

I look up to see Laura with wide eyes and her hands on her hips.

"Shhh," dozens of people in the library hiss as Laura takes a seat across from Ely, Tommy, and I.

"My parents are actually evil" she cries.

"What have they done now?" Ely asks her.

"I'm coming out!" She announces causing the people in the library to hush her again.

"You're a lesbian?" Tommy widens his eyes in shock.

"No, you idiot" she snaps, "I'm a debutante!"

What the hell is a debutante? Some sort of dancer?

"A debut what?" Tommy questions.

"A debutante" she repeats, "you know poofy white dresses, men escorting you down a staircase, the dancing with dozens of other people!"

Well, at least I got the dancing part right.

"Sorry I forgot that you're upper-class" Tommy rolls his eyes.

Upper class?

"You're rich?" I raise my brows in surprise.

Why is she at this school then? Shouldn't she be at some rich private school where all the kids wear uniforms?

"I hate that word" she shakes her head violently, moving her hair behind her ears.

"Wait if you're wealthy then why do you come here?" I ask curiously.

"I used to go to a private school" she informs "but I hated it so much that I begged to come here"

"Hold on, so what exactly is a debut thing?" Tommy questions.

"It's called a debutante!" Laura cries in frustration.

"Shhh," they hiss again.

Calm down, she's not even that loud. I roll my eyes at them.

"A debutante is a young woman who belongs to an upper-class family, once she reaches maturity she comes out into society at a formal, called a debutante ball" Ely explains.

Tommy and I exchange blank looks before shooting Ely blank looks.

"How do you know that?" I question.

"Unfortunately, I've been an escort three times this year alone" he tells us.

Wait he's rich as well?

"Elijah is also upper-class," Laura tells me. "He got out of that preppy school before I did"

"They've known each other since they could crawl" Tommy looks at me.

I didn't know that. Why do they both need to attend this ball thing?

"So why do you have to go?" I ask.

"Because my stuck up parents are making me!" She yells.

"Shhh," they hiss again.

"Some of us are trying to study!" Some stuck up guy with curly brown hair hisses at us. "You're interrupting our concentration"

"And you're interrupting our conversation" Tommy snaps back at them.

They shake their head before looking back down at their open books. Well, that will keep them quiet.

"Your mum will make me be your escort" Ely glances at Laura.

"Well, at least you won't be strapped to a white dress that resembles a fucking straight jacket!" She snaps at Ely.

"Calm down, Laura" Tommy begins chuckling in amusement.

"This is not funny!" She shakes her head, clenching her fists.

"Aren't you supposed to be the nice one?" a familiar voice says from behind me.

"Sorry, I left my halo at home, Jacob!" Laura snaps.

I look behind me to find Thomas chuckling. I hold back my urge to laugh. Suddenly my cell phone begins buzzing from the pocket of my jeans.

"Shhh" the people hiss at me this time.

"I'll be back" I inform my friends.

I quickly stand up and begin walking towards the exit. Once I'm out of the library, I press my cell to my ear.

"How fast can you get to the parking lot?" She asks.

"Depends on how high on the spectrum the emergency is," I say simply.

"Very very high" Willow stresses.

I doubt that.

"Why are you calling me and not Laura?" I ask curiously.

"Laura's a fucking crazy bitch right now" Willow cries, "get here asap"

"Why?" I ask.

"I'll explain when you get your ass over here" Willow screams.

But I was in the middle of studying for biology. I'm actually going to fail this test if I don't get back in there.

"How long is this going to take?" I raise a brow.

"I don't know! Now hurry" with that she ends the call.

Well okay then. Looks like I don't have a choice. I quickly walk down the hallway, and to the parking lot.  Immediately I spot a nervous Willow, standing beside her 2012 white McLaren mp4-12c.

"Hey what's going-" I start slowly.

"I fucked up," she says simply with her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket.

Her wavy long chocolate brown hair was down, with a side braid. Her legs tremble nervously. What did she do?

"Okay...." I start.

Oh God am I here to help her ditch a body?

"I followed one of them to school" her eyes widen in fear "I followed one of her fucking daughters to school"

Her daughters? I'm going to assume she talking about her biological mother's kids.

"You followed one of your biological mother's daughters to their school?" I widen my eyes.

"Yes," she nods in frustration.

"Why? why would you do that?" I ask with fear.

"Because I'm a fucking basket case" she screams as running her fingers through her hair. "I found her and lashed out! I called her the stuck-up daughter of a fucking slut...than shoved her"

"Oh Willow" I slap my hand over my mouth.

This doesn't sound good.

"Than I left," She tells me "I'm destructive... Reckless... A real bitch-"

"No, you're not" I shake my head as attempting to hug her.

"What are you doing?" She takes a step back.

"It's called hugging... I'm trying to comfort you" I blink.

"I'm not Laura" she shakes her head violently.

I guess willow hates being touched, but I don't know any other way to comfort.

"Please" I beg.

"....Fine" she finally gives in. I wrap my arms around her. "She's going to hate me you know"

I doubt her biological family are going to hate her. I mean they didn't know who she was.

"She didn't know who you were" I point out.

"I know that but...I have an idea" she pulls away from my hug "I need you to tell me honestly if I'm a lunatic or not"

I blink "...Okay"

"I want to meet her....right now" she announces. "I want to jump in my car and drive to her house...knock on her door and say...here I am"

Wait right now? As in right this second? And she wants me to come with her? God, I hope she doesn't want me to come with her. I should call somebody like Ely or Laura or somebody.

"Wow," my brows are raised "Do you want me to get Ely or Kyle or somebody that you've known longer than a month and a half?"

"Nobody else knows about this," she tells me "I need you! Can you help me or not?"

Well, I can't exactly say no.

"Okay" I nod hesitantly.

***

"Its a nice place" I acknowledge while I sit in the passenger seat of her car as we pull up the house.

"Tell me about it" Willow sighs.

Do I wait in the car or....?

"Do you want me to come in with you?" I ask slowly.

"No" Willow shakes her head "I'll go by myself"

"Okay" I nod as she parks her car at the kerb. "Good luck"

She nods before jumping out of the car. Willow slowly approaches the front door, where she rings the doorbell. I observe from the distances where I watch as a woman in her early forties answers the door.

I pull out my cell to text Thomas. I haven't been able to text him because I was trying to calm Willow down.

I'll meet you at home
Something's come up

I then begin playing Candy Crush, whilst I wait for Willow. They were speaking for a while before Willow jumps back into the car, with tears running down her face. She quickly starts up the car and takes off.

"Will?" I raise my brows while she drives down the street aggressively.

Crap. She shouldn't be driving when she's in the state. Pretty sure that's how car accidents happen.

"She had three in three" she struggles to say.

Three in three? What does that mean?

"What?" I furrowed my brows.

"Three kids in three years" she elaborates "the oldest is only two years younger than me! I'm a love child" she struggles to say as keeping her gaze on the street ahead. "She was engaged when she had an affair and got knocked up... I was a mistake so she gave me up..it took some begging but she got her fiancé back...she got married and now has three kids!"

"Oh I'm sorry," I say under my breath.

I feel my eyes begin water while I feel her pain.

"I wanted to know if I looked like her" she admits "if we act alike, think alike, why she gave me up....all my questions were answered...so now I never have to see her again" she sniffs.

"Did she mention your father at all?" I force myself to ask.

"The bitch gave me his name and address" she shakes her head in anger. "Take a look" she clenches her jaw as giving me a post-it note, containing her father's identity. "The guy lives in New York...she told me that he's a cop or something"

I look down at the post-it note. My eyes widen. What the hell?

Johnathan Banks. Brooklyn NY. 101 Bedford Av.

"Oh my god" I gasp, slapping my head over my mouth.

No, it can't be. How is this possible?

"I know he sounds rich" she spits "piece of shit"

"Are are you going to uh find him?" I stutter in fear while my face burn up.

"I have parents," she tells me "the people back home are my family not that stuck up bitch or that guy on this stupid piece of paper"

Johnathan Banks. Hanks best friend. The FBI agent who works for WITSEC. The man in charge of my life, is Willow's Biological father?

Have my suspicions been right about Hank all along? Is us being in this town no accident? Is Hank dirty?