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When I don’t find Rylee in the kitchen, I head out to the backyard While the party is veryon out here as well, it’s not nearly as loud Most people are circled around several fancy fire pits that line the end of the stone patio

Again, there’s no Rylee

Maybe there was another party she went to Maybe it was one with her friends from her old school It still doesn’t explain why she didn’t shoot

The thought occurs to me that she could be upstairs, but just as quickly, I dis

I turn to go back inside to look around again, thinking I should call Charles to see if he knohere she is, but I’ht outside the door She stares up at me with seductive eyes Or eyes she thinks are seductive To me, they’re just a plain shit brown Not like the warm caramel that Rylee’s are

“I didn’t expect to see you here, Z You haven’t been to any parties lately,” she purrs

“I’ for Rylee,” I state “Have you seen her?”

Instead of answering, she dances her fingers up rab her wrist, pull her hand off me, and shove it away

“Tiffany,” I warn,“Have you seen Rylee?”

“Maybe” She tilts her head to the side and juts out her tits, as if the bitch thinks that would entice me

“No rowl impatiently “Where is she?”

“Why are you so hard up on her? What does she have that I don’t?”

“I don’t have enough tis she has that you don’t The list is fucking endless Now, tell me where the hell she is”

She tossesas a slow smile creeps across her face I ballthem around her throat I don’t like her look It holds secrets

“She’s upstairs,” she says, her grin widening