''Finally guys, what took you so long?'' Mikaela asks, as soon as she sees us.

''Are you kidding me now? Khloe practically brought us with the speed of the light. I still feel my stomach sick''. I say.

''Well we would've been here earlier, if we didn't wait for Ms. Perfect to find the right outfit''.

''What are you talking about. It took me only 5 minutes to get ready.'' I exclaim, looking at my clothes. I'm wearing boyfriend jeans, white crop top and a black leather jacket.

''Right. And another 10 finding a way to sneak out without your mom hears us'''. Khloe adds.

''Which reminds me, if she finds out i'm not inside my bedroom by the time she wakes up, i'm dead meat.''

''God, stop complaining, we have much bigger problems to deal with''. She says, rolling her eyes.

''Are you done?'' Mikaela raises an eybrow.

''NO'' we yell in one voice.

''Ok. Let's find out where that bitch went and then you can keep fighting.'' she tells us, turning on her heels.

After about 30 minutes looking all over the campus, bumping into drunk people and couples making out, we decide to change our tactic and split out.

I stayed with Mikaela, while Khloe took her car to drive around the campus. We have more posibilities to find her in that way.

''My feet are killling me." Mikaela complains.

I look at her shoes. ''Why would you wear high heels on a party like this?'' I ask.

''And where are you expecting me to wear them? At a funeral?'' she responds saracastically.

While she is too busy taking her shoes off, I deal Zoey's number for the 100th time.

No luck.

''Honestly if we find her i'm going to kill her.'' I say irritated.

''Yeah. Count me in.'' Mikaela, responds with a sigh, rubbing her feet.

''I'm going to find some water. Please stay here. I can't lose you too'' I say.

She nods.

I walk on the other side of the street when a guy, bumps into me.

''Shoot. Sorry'' he says clearly drunk.

''Don't worry about it.'' I respond. ''Do you perhaps know where I can find some water?'''

''Water? Noooo.. but what about a little drink?'' he says, offering a bottle to me.

''No thanks.'' I reply.

''You lose.'' He shrugs walking by.

Suddenly, I hear Mikaela's voice shouting at me from the other side of the street.

''The guy! Daphne, the guy!'' she yells, running over me.

I look at her confused as she takes her shoe and throws it on the guy's head.

I open my mouth in shock. What the hell...

She quickly puts her leg on top of his torso, holding him down.

''He...he knows.....'' she pants.

''What?'' I say looking at ler with big eyes.

''He knows the guy Zoey left with.''

I glance at him. ''Do you?''

''What are you talking about...get off me crazy bitch.'' He shouts.

''Oh shut up. My best friend left with one of your dudes. Where is he?'' she asks in a demanding tone.

''How am I supposed to know?'' he responds.

''Mikaela he is drunk.'' I say to her.

''Do I look like I care?'' she yells sitting on top of him.

''You were with him a couple of hours ago. Average height? Blonde hair? He was making out with a very short brunette? They left together!''

''Oh you mean Dylan? Well he got himself a hot chick I remember. She had a great ass.''

Well at least we know it's Zoey. Her ass is something we always talk about.

''Do you know where they went?'' I ask.

''Mmm I would say his place, but I know he had a delivery at 2 am.'' he answers rubbing his face.

''What kind of delivery?'' I say raising an eyebrow.

''You know....'' he winks.

Oh God.

''Ok tell us where this delivery would take place.'' Mikaela demands.

''Are you crazy? I can't do that. They will kill me if they find out. Besides, it's not a safe place for good girs like you!'' he adds with a smirk.

''Thanks for the concern, but first of all we can handle ourselves, and second do you really wanna worry about a future punishment when I can chop off your penis right here, right now..?'' she asks, grabing his pants down below.

''Ooo-kk..'' he stutters.

Well that was easy.

*

Five minutes later we are standing outside the East wing which is apparently under renovation. That means, no people, no guards, no help. I look at my watch. 01:40.

''I know we agreed to wait for Khloe, but I prefer to go in now and hopefully be out before 02:00'' I say in a low voice.

''What?'' Mikaela yells shocked.

''Shut up!'' I sigh, putting my hand over her mouth. ''Do you want everyone to know we are here?''

She pushes my hand away. ''Well I'm sorry, but what do you expect me to do? You are talking nonsense. We don't even know how many people are inside. Three are better than two''.

''It's not like we are going to fight them. Besides, that drunk guy didn't say anything about others. Dylan is probably inside with Zoey doing, God's know what and wait for his dealers to come. Now I don't know about you, but I can deal with one stoned guy, not a whole gang. And I prefer to be out here, when they come.''

She looks at me puzzled. I know she is thinking about it. I also know she doesn't want to be here more than me. That's why she is going to say yes.

''Ok'' she whispers, standing up. ''But we text Khloe and tell her to come and find us if we are not here in 10 minutes.''

''I already did. '' Walking up, I open the front door.

''Let's go.''

Wandering inside an abandoned building it's quite intimidating. Especially, when there are tones of plastic curtains moving around us, every step that we take. Mikaela walks close to me holding her phone and using it as a flashlight. Most of the classes are open since no one has been here in a while. We search every single one of them, but no luck.

Stepping onto the stairs we move on the second floor. A pair of glass doors guide us into an open space. The foyer probably. No sign of people.

''Maybe we..'' I start to say, but Mikaela cuts me off.

''We are not going to split.'' She says, turning the flashlight to my face, blinding me.

''I wasn't going to say that. I suggest we call her one more time.''

''Ok, do it.'' She agrees.

I deal her number and after a few seconds we hear a buzzing sound. We both freeze and look at each other. Then we carefully walk in the direction of the sound.

It's a pharmacy room. There is a medical bed and an old office table. On top of it there's Zoey's bag. I take out her phone and put it on my pocket.

''At least we know she was here.'' I say.

''I don't like this D...it looks like we are in a horror movie or something.'' Mikaela whispers clearly anxious.

I'm afraid too, but trying not to show it.

''Come on. Let's look around.'' I take her by the arm.

As soon as we step outside the room, we hear voices coming from the back.

We walk closer, opening a door with a broken chain. The voices become louder.

In the end of the hallway there is an open garage with dim lights.

I drug Mikaela behind a wall. I'm not sure why, but I have a bad feeling.

''Come on Dylan! Share with us!'' a guy says.

''No this one is just for myself.'' He answers.

I can't see clearly who they are referring to, but I recognize the form of a brunette girl half passed out in his arms.

''That's so unfair. We share everything. It's not like she can tell the difference...look at her. Pathetic.'' The first one says.

My heart drops. With the corners of my eyes I see Mikaela white as a ghost, staring at them.

We are in so much trouble.

I nod and she peeks up her phone, texting Khloe. But a buzzing sound makes her stop.

I frantically look at her, only to realize the sound comes for me. My pocket more precisely.

Zoey's phone.

Fuck.

I start searching for it, but as soon as I get a hold of it, it is snatched from my hands.

A voice coming from behind startle us and I feel a hand holding on the back of my neck.

''It looks like we have company.''