Depend On Me [18+]

Bad cop

"Mora!" He whispers-screams. I laugh.

"Fine. fine. fine. You don't want your colorful habits to ruin your relationship~"

"Fuck you!"

"No thanks, darling. I prefer a little more muscle." 

"Alright. Next. Ms. Anderson. To your room." Delilah materializes next to us scaring the hell out of me. I need to get used to that. 

Carly. I almost forgot her. She's so quiet and meek, unlike her usual boisterous self. 

"710. Right next to the boys."

Carly scans her bracelet and peaks inside the room. Laughter echoes from the living room and comes to a screeching halt as we walk in.

"Who the fuck?" An angry voice calls out. A petite Asian chick sprawls on the couch with 2 other girls and glares at our group. 

"Which one?" Carly asks Delilah without acknowledging them.

She points at the door in the center.

"That's my room." The petite chick calls out. 

"Not anymore." Carly said barely glancing at her. She walks toward her room and scans her bracelet. The door lights up changing into navy blue with multicolor flowers drawn into it. 

"Wow." We all echo.

"Dahlias. They symbolize not only elegance, inner strength, and dignity but also betrayal, instability, and dishonesty." Delilah informs us like the true guide she was.

We all peep at Carly but she didn't spare us a glance. She simply explores her room and approved with a nod, giving zero fucks. 

"That didn't happen to my door." Raol said in awe. 

"That's because you didn't scan your bracelet." I whisper tracing the new flowers. Before long, Raol was trying to get the girls' numbers.

"We're from the Black blood p-"

"Did I ask?" The petite Asian snarls. 

"Oop." Eros, Jade, and I snicker. "A moment of silence for our brother, Raol."

A burst of laughter escapes Kaiden and he bites his lips as Raol glares at him. 

Carly walks out of her room and closes her door. "Can we leave now? I've seen everything that I wanted to see."

"As I said earlier, that's my room."

"Nobody asked you." Carly said turning to her. "As you  heard earlier, my guide said it was mine."

Well, damn. At this point, our mini-group was trying not to burst out laughing. 

"Who the fuck-?"

"And your name?" I ask interrupting her. I was tired of referring to her as the petite Asian chick.

"Amanda-"