Chapter 15


    “Hey! You just can’t resist milkshake.” Jordan eximed, shoving Michael.


    “And what are you guys doing on the street thiste?” I asked, then shook my head. “You know what? I


    don’t want to know.”


    “Do you want to know?” Jordan asked, wriggling his eyebrows in mischief.


    “As I said before, no. Forget I asked.” I said, then take up the tray from the table where I had rest it.


    “Now, if you boys excuse me, I have to get home.”


    “How about youe with us?” Jordan suggested, before I could turn away. “Are you crazy, Jordan? I


    have to get home.” I said, shaking my head.


    Jordan looked at me in surprise. “Wait, how did you know it was me? People can never tell us apart.”


    He stated in a shock voice.


    He was right. He and his brother were very identical and people would have a hard time figuring out


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    who was who. They would sometimes trick people and had fun doing it. For some reason, though, I


    could always tell them apart. I guess I was observant and keen on details. “I’m just observant.” Was my


    only response. “Anyway, I can’t go.” I added.


    “Come on. We will give you a ride home after.” Michael put in. “It’s dark out and we are in a very bad


    neighbourhood.”


    Should I trust these boys? I mean I didn’t really know them. All I know is that they are bad boys and


    that trouble follow them everywhere they go. Suppose they were out doing something illegal and they


    pull me into it?


    However, I would really appreciate the ride instead of risk walking home in the dark again. I hesitated


    for a few more seconds before I gave in. “Fine,” I said. “I hope you won’t bring me to anywhere illegal.”


    Both boys grinned at each other, before smirking at me. “Now, why would we do that?” Jordan asked


    innocently.


    I looked at both of them suspiciously. By the look in their eyes, I knew they were hiding something


    from me, but I went anyway. I went back around to the back of the cafe to change my clothes and


    clock out. I passed by Miranda’s office when I was leaving to say goodbye.


    “Bye Ka. Thanks again foring in such short notice.” She called back after me.


    “You’re wee.” I said. I then walked back out to the front where the boys were waiting on me. We


    left the cafe and set off down the road on foot.


    We were only walking for a minute, when Jordan and Michael turned into a dark alleyway. I stopped in


    my tracks. “Where are you guys going? I’m not going down there.”


    “Come on, it’s okay. You’re with us.” Michael said in reassurance.


    “You make that sound like a good thing.” I said, but went anyway. We walked for a while in the dark


    alleyway, until we came upon an old abandoned building at the end. Michael pulled open the metal


    door and it creaked. He stood aside for us to enter, then closed the door behind him.


    The inside of the building looked much better. Michael and Jordan led me down a hallway and to


    another door. They opened the door to reveal a small gym area.


    There were weights of different sizes and shapes scattered across the floor. A punching bag was in the


    middle of the room. A person was currently punching the bag. I focused my eyes on the person and


    realized that it’s Carson. Jayden sat on a bench with his foot propped up. Michael and Jordan began


    descending the steps that were in front of us. I followed behind reluctantly.


    “What took you guys so long?” Carson asked without turning around. He was busy throwing punch


    after punch at the bag. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and sweat glistened off his back. I couldn’t take my


    eyes from his well toned body. His muscles flexed as he punched.


    “We ran into someone.” Michael answered, when he was near him. Jayden looked around at us. He sat


    upright in his seat when he saw me. He lifted one of his eyebrow to Michael and his brother in question.


    Carson stopped punching the bag and turned around. “Of course you wou-” he began and then his


    eyes flicked to me standing behind Michael and Jordan. “What is she doing here?” He asked.


    “Chill bro. We ran into her when we went to get the drinks and offered to give her a ride home.” Michael


    exined.


    Carson’s eyes flicked to mine again, before he looked at Michael and Jordan. “You guys shouldn’t have


    brought her here. You know that you shouldn’t bring anyone here.”


    “What


    “I know, but I didn’t see any harm in bringing her here.” Michael said.


    “Yeah. She is okay.” Jordan put in. I was still standing quietly behind the boys. All that was on my mind


    was; why were the boys at a gym in the middle of the night? It was very puzzling. Carson looked in my


    direction again and I waved awkwardly.


    “Whatever.” Carson said, turning back around and continued punching the bag.


    “What’s up with him?” Jordan asked and Michael shrugged. They both turned around and head to the


    seat where Jayden sat down and I followed. We sat there for another ten minutes, before Carson was


    done.


    Carson still hasn’t acknowledged my presence, so I walked over to him. He was on the other side of


    the gym, putting on his shirt. It was a shame, because I was really enjoying looking at his six packs.


    I shook my head from my thoughts and spoke up. “I know you don’t want me here.” I started. “Why


    would you say that?” He asked, digging around in his bag.


    “Because you are not looking at me. Look, I didn’t want toe here, but Jordan asked and I really


    wanted the ride.” I said.