Page 237 of For the Fans
My breathing picks up. “He was last night, but when I woke up, he was gone. I just figured he was with you.”
Guty’s eyes widen nervously. “I haven’t seen him since you guys took off last night.”
Sucking in a breath to calm my racing pulse, I pull my phone out of my pocket.Still hasn’t even read my texts… What the fuck is going on??
“It’s fine. He’s probably in the room right now,” Guty says as the elevator doors open, and I dive out into the hall. “He probably showed up to pack while I was working out.”
“I hope so…” I whisper, anxiously following him to his room.
My heart is climbing high up into my throat, a feeling of mortal dread attempting to take over my body as Guty opens the door to their room and we both storm inside.
“Ky?” I call out, looking all around everywhere. “Kyran??”
“Yo, Nueve, you here, bro??”
But he’s not. He’snot here.
“Okay, I’m freaking out…” I rake my fingers through my hair.
“It’s fine. Relax. Maybe he’s with Theo.” Guty taps on his phone screen, and it starts ringing. He peeks at me. “You tried calling him?”
“I texted him…” I mutter, chewing on my lip. “He hasn’t even read them yet, and it’s been like twenty minutes.”
Guty gives me a look that isn’t making me feel any better.
“Yo,” Theo’s voice comes over the speakerphone.
“Hey, are you with Ky?” Guty asks him.
“No…” Theo says in a bemused tone. “I thought he was with Avi.”
I’m pacing in circles while Guty tells him, “Avi can’t find him.”
There’s some shuffling over the line, and Theo whispers something I can’t make out.
“Are you in your room?” Guty asks.
“Yea… I mean, no. I went for a run now I’m… getting coffee.” he mumbles something again, like he’s covering the phone while talking to someone else.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing??” Guty barks at him.
“Nothing! I’m fine,” Theo grunts. “I haven’t seen Ky, but I’ll call you if I do.”
Guty rolls his eyes, pacing the same sorts of circles that I’m making while he mutters, “Okay, yea. Thanks.”
He hangs up the phone, then rubs his eyes. And when his hand moves away, he’s blinking at something.
“What??” I ask, jittering from head to toe.
“His stuff is gone…” Guty stomps over to one of the beds. He bends, looking around, opening drawers and tossing stuff around. “His bag, everything. It’s gone.”
What the fuck?? Why would his stuff be gone?!
“Jesus,” I grunt, shaking fingers unlocking my phone and placing a call to Kyran.
It goes straight to voicemail.
“Fuck,” I whimper, covering my face.
