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act iii.

LIVING LIFE LIKE A
GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE.

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THE NEWS OF Alexander getting arrested spread fast across the city.

It was one of the city's finest. How could no one care?

And the rest of the boys were known as the ones he was in cahoots with.

Chandler's original step four was "get people to like us". That's not what's happening.

When the five boys, sans the lanky, blue-eyed blondie, walked down the street to their favorite diner (which Lucas just recently found out was named "The Soda Fountain Diner", which makes sense because Foster would call it "Pepsi"), eyes were glued to them.

"Would you like to take a picture?" Matison once asked. "My sister's actually a model; she's taught me a few things. You'll get a great picture."

"Calm yourself," Foster said. "You don't need to strain a muscle trying to think of a comeback."

That was the only time the boys laughed in the past week.

The boys would then walk into Pepsi and Chandler would nod at the waitress at the entrance. It was almost always Maile, a pretty girl with short blonde hair that looked as if it had just been bleached with a bottle of peroxide, but when it wasn't, it was Irelan, a girl with dazzling hazel eyes, and was believed to have a crush on Matison.

But, this particular time, it was Danika. A dark-haired girl with paler skin than Foster (which could not have been healthy. Someone needed to get the girl some tanning lotion). Danika had never really liked the boys.

"Where's the murderer?" she asked, leading the five boys to a different booth than they would always sit at.

None of the boys said a word.

Danika furrowed her eyebrows. "What? You don't know?" she asked, placing the menus down, in front of each boy. "Well you should know soon enough, right? Because it's only so long until they catch all of you."

Maile then skated over and pushed Danika away before any of the boys would explode at her.

This was also the first time any of the boys realized that Danika was the only one that never wore her roller skates or had bright lipstick on.

"Ignore her," Maile said, pulling out her notepad as the boy stacked their menus at the front of the table. They never needed menus. "She's just mad that Alex isn't around so she can't gawk at his beauty."

The six teens laughed a bit as Maile scribbled down a few things with her black pen. Foster nodded in approval.

"Just to make sure, since Charles decides to change his drink over every four days, a Mountain Dew and water for Foster, chocolate milkshake for Lucas, black iced coffee for Chandler, vanilla milkshake for Matison, and a rootbeer float for Charles?" Maile asked, smiling.

Charles nodded.

"Good," the pretty girl said. She began skating away from the boys before she stopped and turned around. "Be careful. It's like you guys are living a game of Russian Roulette out there, roaming the streets. Just don't die."

The boys nodded, letting the sentence go in one ear and out the other.