ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ [𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭✔]

Chapter 79:"Hate? You said, you were good friends."

-BLAKE-

I decided to skip school, since I am responsible for Niall getting dismissed from the hospital.

"You alright?" He asks as I try to focus on my driving. -I don't wanna cause an accident, ya kno?-

"I am."

"You didn't tell me about your scar on the cheek. What happened?" His dark brown eyes are damn piercing into me.

"Had a fight."

He groans and looks away from me. "Why do all these damn things happen, when I'm not around? It's just like inschool! Everything good happens, when I'm not there!-" He keeps rambling about how annoying it is to miss a day. "Were the guys with you?"

"Nah, it was just me and Jeff." I say and he gasps. "A smile appears on my lips as I thought of that sick bastard. "Believe it or not, that bitch can actually beat meat."

"No way!" Niall barks and laughs. "Tell me more."

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I decided to drop him in his house, since his mom told me to. -I'm thankful, that he lied to her about his damage...As stupid as it sounds, he said he fell from his motorcycle and said some unrealistic stuff... Mrs. Cruz, his greek mother, is a nice person and I don't want her to think bad of me... It would suck... -

I drove straight to my place and notice a black van parked at our road. -Who owns that? What the fuck?...-

Nick greets me first. He seems concerned about something. "What is going on?" I ask.

"The FBI is in Mr. Anderson's bureau, young-... Blake." He seems to be following my orders.

-What a damn surprise. I just got out from the house for a couple minutes and now some damn ass organisation walks inside it...The FBI, huh?-

"Why? Did they found Jeff's Search history? " I raise my eyebrows and he shakes his head. -I know, damn well what Jeff is watching all day long and what he is doing. He's a damn hacker... SHIT! WHAT IF IT WAS BECAUSE OF YESTERDAY?! THAT FUCKING JACKASS!-

"No. Infact, it's about Mr. Cohen." He looks away from me. -So, it wasn't Jackass?...-

I don't ask him any further and walk straight into Rich's bureau.

There I spot my mom and Rich sitting on the sofa, opposite them are two men in a suit. Three other agents stand on the wall. -What the fuck is happening?-

The leader, I suppose, turns to look at me and drags the others attention with him. "Blake Cohen." He states and I nod.

He kindly smiles at me, but he still looks intimidating as fuck. He looks like he's in his mid 40's with a beard and grey hair.

"I'm Special Agent Butch West. I have come to talk to you, son." He informs me and I unsurely take a sit next to my mom. -Talk to me? About dad of course.-

She looks at me with a comforting smile. I turn to look back at him and say. "What is it about, Sir?"

"About the case of your father, Blythe Cohen." His piercing dark eyes are fixed on me. "I know, you've been getting this a lot. However, It's my duty to ask you once again.... Did something happen between you and Raven Johnson? Was there any conflict that might have caused this?"

-How fucked up. Why does every single fucking one, ask me this?! FOR FUCKS SAKE, I DON'T KNOW!-

I swallow my anger down as I answer. "No. Not that I know anything, Sir. We were good friends."