CHAPTER FORTY-THREE ━ ATTENTION SEEKER

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(chapter forty-three.) attention seeker
❝ SHOULDN'T BE TALKING, DICKHEAD . ❞

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POET SAT NEXT TO DIEGO, biting her thumb as her leg shook up and down from nerves, the cheers of the kids there, bowling, making her more irritated. After making sure she was okay one more time, Diego was now holding her hand, feeling her tightening her hold on it.

"Look, I hate to be the one to say this," Luther started, "but everyone needs to prepare."

"For what?" Diego questioned, eyeing the girl who massaged her temples with her glowing fingers.

"To do whatever it takes to stop Vanya," Luther answered. Poet snapped her head to glare at the man and watched with satisfaction when Allison smacked him on the chest with her hand.  "We may not have a choice."

"Bullshit," Allison said.

"There's always options," Diego continued. Five looked at him.

"Yeah, like what?" He questioned meanwhile Klaus grabbed a newspaper in front of him.

"I don't know."

"Look," Luther started, standing up, "whatever we decide, we need to find Vanya. And fast, okay? She could be anywhere."

"Or... here," Klaus mumbled, eyes set on the newspaper in front of him. He placed in front of him in full display so they could all see it and everyone leaned in.

"That's right," Diego nodded. "Her concert is tonight."

"Hello," they all turned to see a woman with a fake smile plastered on her face. Diego, who was now on his feet, glanced at Poet who was glaring at the manager from across the room, having already read the girl's mind. "I hate to intrude, but my manager says if you're not gonna bowl, you gotta leave."

The manager harshly placed some pair of shoes on the counter with a glare. Poet hovered a shoe with her mind before she threw it to the manager's face, and smiled innocently when he looked at it with a shocked face. Diego, who saw what happened, gave her a look.

"Poet," he said, in a tone a mother would have when their child had done something bad. Poet scoffed and looked back at him.

"Shut up," she said. "You've done worse so don't give me that look."

"Yeah but that's my thing," Diego argued back softly. She gave him a blank look. "Let me get in trouble."

"But I want to get in trouble, too," she pouted and he sighed before gesturing with his hand to continue doing what she was doing. "Oh, I'm already finished. You want me to throw the other shoe, though? I can actually just—"

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