The day before the first ‘date.’

Maverick Kennedy 

Age : 23

Place of Birth : Los Angeles

Background : From his birth till the age of ten, Maverick Kennedy lived in Los Angeles before moving to Ireland and then Italy at 16. Had an eye infection at 13 and was temporarily blinded in his right eye, causing it to go completely white and leaving his left eye light blue.

Allergies : Apples, Cinnamon.

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Bingo. The info I needed. His allergies. Somehow, I’d sneak cinnamon into his foods or items, hopefully giving him some sort of reaction. Minimal amount of course, we didn’t need him dead. 

“Ezekiel. Go buy some cinnamon.” I instructed my twin and he groaned.
“Why don’t you?” 

“Because I’m the one doing all the work! You just sit there watching T.V all day!” I shot back, and he sighed, grabbing the Range Rover keys and walking out the door. 

Wednesday night.

I gestured for Maverick to go to the bathroom and he stood and went off, leaving his bag behind. I smirked and grabbed it, finding the contacts he uses. I sprinkled a mix of water and salt onto them before sprinkling cinnamon onto his drink. I adjusted my wig slightly and saw him out of my peripheral vision coming back. I smiled, waving at him.

“Did you forget your bag?” I asked, my voice sweet and higher pitched than normal. I handed it to him and he gave me a tip of his head like a gentleman from the 1800’s. 

While he paid last date, I put the same mixture of salt and water in his contacts, probably why he was itchy so much now. 

In the next five minutes or so, he came back out with sunglasses on. I looked at him like I had no idea what was going on.

“Why are you wearing sunglasses?”

“Oh, my contact lenses are one time use and I needed some way to see and I didn’t bring my regular glasses with me so I wore these because these are prescription sunglasses.” He sounded out of breath after he said that.

“Oh. Maybe drink something to get your mind off it.” I pushed his drink towards him and he looked down at it before taking a drink.

I sipped my passionfruit soda, watching it go through the curly straw. Maverick took another sip from his drink and sighed. 

“Is something wrong?” I queried and he shook his head and kept drinking.

Any minute now.

“M-may I excuse myself a-again?” Maverick’s voice shook and I nodded. When he stood up I went to his side, holding him up.

“Something wrong?” I bit back the smirk that threatened to arise. 

“Uhm.. I just feel slightly ill, you know?” He muttered and I nodded,

“Maybe it’s the alcohol. You might want to go home. We can reschedule for another day?” I suggested. I think he tried to nod but instead he kinda just spun his head around. “How did you get here?”

“Wa-” His voice caught in his throat “-lking.” His face then visibly paled and I braced for impact. Maverick’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he swallowed. “I-I’ll ta-ake a ride h-home, th-thanks.” 

“Of course.” I began walking and he leaned on me for support. My car was outside, the Grand Cherokee looking more elegant now then it did earlier. My date went limp beside me.

“I just- I need-” He really didn’t look good. Even from behind his sunglasses I could see those eyes that contained worry.

“Maybe take off the sunglasses? They might be making you dizzy.” He wouldn’t.

“N-no. I’m fi-” He made this disgusting retching noise yet nothing came up. 

“O-kay?” I opened the back seat of my car and threw him in. “Just lie down.” I made my way to the driver’s seat and buckled myself in. “Your address?”

“Huh?”

“Your address, what is your address?”

“17… Polymore.. Avenue.”

“Thanks.” I punched it into the GPS and began driving. Maverick retched again and this time something did come up. Mainly water, but other crap also came up.

“Sorry.”

“It’s uh- It’s fine.” This car needed to be cleaned anyway. 

Here we were. Zomji’s hideout. 

“This is the place, right?” I looked back at him and he bopped slightly, his face more pale than before. Getting out of the car and opening the back door like a damned chauffeur, Maverick grappled onto my arm like I was his lifeline. “Do you know what caused this?”

“Prob-probably just a re-eaction to something.” His voice quivered. He then bolted to the strip of grass next to the road and unceremoniously threw up everywhere. I mean everywhere. 

“Mav!” A female voice called out from the house we parked up at. A girl with black and blonde hair came up to us. “Oh.. Who are you?”

“Nylah, Mister Maverick’s date.” I sighed. “I reckon his drink was spiked by someone. Luckily I got him outta there.” Someone, me. 

“Oh. Thanks so much! I’m Aurielle. Maverick’s roommate. I’ll take him back in, thank you.” 

“No problemo.” I waltzed back over to the Jeep and stared at the mess of water and unidentified chunks of food in the backseat. Ew. Big ew. 

I saw my phone on the console glow. I picked it up. Ezekiel had texted me.

Brother Dearest 👹: howd it go why are u at some random house

Neriah: I spiked Maverick’s drink so he only had me to drive him to his house and now I know where the Zomji base is.

Brother Dearest 👹: is that y u asked me to by cinnamon? 

Neriah: Never thought you’d figure that out, Einstein.

Brother Dearest 👹: im just a genius ya no?

Neriah: A genius with amazing grammar.

Brother Dearest 👹: …