Chapter 2

*****Faye's POV*****

"I can't believe he said that to you! Just wait until I see them next time! Rude fucking men!" Michael complains as we clean the cafe.

All of the customers were gone now and we were racing to finish cleaning so that we could leave to attend our friends party. Or should I say Michaels 'friends' party.

Michael had been seeing this college football player for a few weeks now but the guy was adamant that he had to keep it on the down low.

Michael however, dumbly, was already head over heels for the guy... but I knew all too well he would probably never want anything official with Michael. I guess the guy was too scared for people to find out that he liked men.

"I'll do the last couple of booths!" I call to him, as he cleans the counters and dances to the radio in the process.

I make my way through the booths, even wiping the ones down that hadn't been used at all today - before I get to the last booth where the three scary men had earlier been sitting.

I clean the counter, before reorganising the table contents, before lastly bending to pick up a napkin from the floor...

I pull the napkin back, jumping slightly in surprise when seeing a small burner phone laying underneath.

"Michael nope! No way! I am not doing this illegal shit! Come over here right now!" I pull the phone up from the floor quickly before tossing it onto the table as though it had burned my hand.

"Lucky for you I was just finished cleaning! What is it now drama queen?" Michael waltzes towards me nonchalantly as I hurry him over with my hand.

"Look what I found under their table!" I gesture to the little silver phone, as Michael tilts his head at the thing.

"What in the damn Stone Age is that?! I thought those men were rich!" Michael picks it up and studies it curiously.

"It's a burner phone! That's what drug dealers use so that they don't get caught I've seen it on TV! It's used for all sorts of illegal shit trust me!" I ramble, suddenly worrying that they will come after us if they know that we have it!

"We should just wait and give them it back! No big deal Faye." Michael shrugs after a moment of thought, seeming to not care as much as I do for the little gadget.

"WHAT?! No way do you want us to die?!" I exaggerate, as he shoves my shoulder lightly.

"Girl you need to chill the fuck out right now! I'll take it home with me, they will probably just call for it and then we can arrange to hand it back!" Michael stuffs the small phone into his trouser pocket, before walking off without a care in the world.

How could he be so calm! We just found an illegal device and now he wants to steal the damn thing and take it home? This is totally all on him! I refuse to take the fall!

"Come on bitch, I want to see my man!" Michael grabs his car keys, as he waits by the door as I remain frozen at the booth.

I can't believe that he is my best-friend...

I grab my keys to lock up since Sandra had to leave early for a 'meeting' with her dumb boyfriend. She promised to pay me extra for locking up which I doubt she will, but the atmosphere was much better with her gone anyway!

We lock up before climbing into Michaels car, whilst it takes him a few turns to start up the engine.

"Ugh! Piece of shit car! This will all be worth it when I'm rich believe me!" He complains, before beginning to drive us towards his flat.

"So where's the party?" I question, seeing him perk up at the mention.

"New Haven..." He grins, as I nod, that's not too far.

"Do you think people from our school will be there?" I question next, praying that we don't run into any of them tonight...

"I hope not..." Michael agrees with my concerns, as we both pull up in front of his apartment building.

I grab my bag, before heading out of the car - following him into his neatly kept apartment.

It was minimal and clean, with bright artwork decorating the walls. He definitely did his best with the money he had! It was better than my place anyway... although I practically lived here with him half of the time.

"Ok let me whip up some cocktails with whatever alcohol I can find!" He tosses his keys aside, heading straight into the small kitchen as I giggle.

"Remember you still have that criminals phone!" I call in to him, earning a laugh before the sound of the blender takes over.

I always liked going to party's, especially with Michael... and when I had some drinks in me I liked the little confidence boost it gave me to socialise more.

The blender ends, as I take a seat on his sofa, fidgeting with his speaker to figure out how to turn it on.

I eventually hit the right button, before Michael exits the kitchen holding two large and tasty looking cocktails.

"Just what we need after a hard day at work!" He states, taking a seat beside me - seeming uncomfortable as he does so.

He shifts slightly, before removing the little phone from his pocket and tossing it onto the nearby coffee table.

"If they don't call then finders keepers!" He laughs, pulling his own iPhone out of his pocket before the speaker soon comes to life getting us in the party mood!

We drink our cocktails, bitching about Sandra and how dreadful she makes our lives, before the cocktails are soon finished and we decide to make a start on getting ready.

"I'm showering first! I call it!" Michael races out of the room, as I roll my eyes and decide to pour myself another drink in the kitchen.

I set up the blender, add the contents, and just as I am about to hit start... an odd ringing sound beeps from the other room.

Fuck it's the damn burner phone!

I freeze momentarily, before my body moves towards it unwillingly compelled by the foreign noise to pick it up...

"Hello.." I press the green button and say, as my mind screams for me to stop.

"Who is this?" The deep voice asks from the other end, sending that same fearful chill down my spine from before.

"Uh... well... My name is Faye... I work at the cafe..." I explain quickly, praying that he will forgive me for stealing his criminal phone.

"Have you taken my phone Faye?" My name in his tone almost drives me weak at the knees, as I clear my throat to mask it.

"Uhh not on purpose... I found it under the table... when I was cleaning up... we decided to take it incase you called and wanted it back." I hurry my words out, listening to the silence on the other end as he processes what I'm saying.

"We?" He briefly asks, as I shiver again.

"Yeah me and my best-friend..." I confirm, earning more silence.

"And did you and your little friend so happen to look through the phone?" His words were like ice, making me feel cold and nervous with the more questions he was asking.

"N-No not at all we would never! We only just got home we've not had it for long either I promise!" I begin to panic, not wanting to anger this scary man.

"Where can I pick it up? I'll be free in a few hours." He eventually states, seeming unbothered by what I had said.

"Well... we are going to a party tonight so we won't be home... could we meet with it tomorrow?" I try to arrange another plan.

"No I fucking need it tonight! Write down my personal number and text me the address of the party. I'll call you when I'm there!" His tone becomes harsh as I involuntarily gasp.

"O-Ok... yeah sure... just tell me your number and I'll see you tonight then..." I stumble out the words, before Michael appears by the door in nothing but a towel, his hair wet as he takes in my situation.

I write down his number, ignoring Michael by the door as he gives me a thumbs up, before the angry man hangs up bluntly after I tell him I had wrote it down...

Something felt off already... way way off...