The Crystal 2 by Jones M (top ten books to read txt) 📖

me?"

The girl tensed in shock, even though that was a lie. She did not need to know that.

"In fact, I could just kill you all right now and say I fired the gun as a defense. Also, they could believe me since none of you got hurt. Think about it! If you tell the police, it is obvious they will rule in my favor, and you will all go to jail."

The girl looked defeated, and I knew I won my case.

"Go ahead! Run to the police and tell them about this, and make sure to spread the word about what happened here to the rest of the OBers. If you or anyone else dare try to pull this shit again," I aimed the gun at the girl as I continued my threat, "I won't hesitate to kill you."

The girl stared at me with fear in her eyes.

With a deadly expression, I fired the gun in the sky. Like confused animals, the fans ran away from the spot, screaming. 

I stood as I watched the OBers run away from me. Once I was done, I turned to head towards the tour bus.

Oh, right.

I had forgotten that the boys and my cousin had witnessed my exchange with the fans. They looked shocked as they stared at me, but their expressions did not faze me.

"What? Is anyone going to yell at how unfair I was to your fans?" I asked, and nobody replied. My eyes traveled around everyone, landing on a pissed-off Bianca.

"That threat goes to you too, Bianca," I said as I walked towards the entrance of the bus. "This has been strike three. Hope you don't get to strike five quickly. I would hate to beat your ass without an audience."

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Liam's P.O.V

It was evening. The boys and I were still in San Diego. We had a scheduled interview, and we were all currently behind the set, getting ready for it. 

Selena and Bianca were not there. Selena went to Crystalia, and Bianca went to visit her friends.

"Have you seen Emery?" Logan asked as his hair was being combed by a hair stylist.

"She's right over there," I pointed with my thumb while looking at the mirror in front of me. In the reflection, I saw Emery. She was busy with her phone, her eyebrows furrowed as she typed.

The guys and I avoided her ever since the spectacle occurred during the afternoon, but more so after we had discovered she had a gun. Her aims were perfect, and I was afraid for every one of us. 

Bianca had been glaring at Emery for reasons I could not think of. I was surprised she had not even moved when Emery fired the gun. It was weird of her, but then I guess she wanted to stay strong for our fans.

I was embarrassed. Our fans were there, sticking up for themselves and my band while the rest and I watched. We couldn't do anything about it.

Especially since Emery had a gun.

The guys and I had talked about it, angry that Emery almost shot an OBer. We were also angry with ourselves for not controlling the situation before it got out of hand.

"Guys, you're up," one of the hair stylists informed us. The boys and I got up and walked towards the side of the stage. We listened attentively to what the interviewer said, waiting for our cue.

"...The Ordinary Brothers!"

My bandmates and I walked past the gray curtains. We faced and waved at a small audience in front of us as we headed towards a golden couch. The interviewer was from one of the current shows that were running on TV.

As soon as we sat, the interview began.

Rose had us introduce ourselves and asked us questions about the tour. It went on with a bit of laughs and talks, mostly about funny moments with the guys, new music and how popular we had become in a matter of months.

Everything was going great until something happened.

"So, is it true that you have other people along for your tour?" the interviewer asked. The boys and I nodded in confirmation.

"Yes, we have Bianca, Zane's girlfriend," Logan said, earning applause from the audience, "and we also have Selena Gomez."

I was glad he didn't mention Emery.

"And what about Emery Davis?" the interviewer asked. I tensed. That was not what I was expecting.

"What about her?" Harry asked with an uneasy smile, mirroring the nervousness the rest of us felt.

"I heard she is backstage right now, isn't that right?" the interviewer asked. There was a huge screen behind us and another on my left that were hung high on the walls. They showed Emery, still on her seat as she continued fiddling with her phone.

Wow. She had no idea of whatever was happening on this end.

"Yes, but I doubt--" I went to speak, but Rose cut me off.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Emery Davis!"

Damn it!

The screens soon showed a couple of people who went towards Emery. She perked up in attention, confused by their presence. Someone talked to her, probably informing her of the sudden interview, and she smirked.

The bitch smirked!

Emery got up from her spot, and I knew she was coming. 

It was not good that she was being interviewed. There were a lot of things that Emery knew about the boys and me. I was mostly worried about the bullying we did to her in high school.

Could she mention that?

There was no applause as Emery walked towards us. She smiled, not seemingly bothered by the sudden interview about her. She took a seat beside Logan who was at the other end of the couch.

"So Emery, tell us about yourself," Rose said with a curious smile.

"Oh, there's nothing much about me," she said with a smile. "I'm just an ordinary girl who happens to be hated by these guys and their fans."

Emery had waved a hand over the rest of us.

There were a couple of boos from the audience, but Emery just smiled.

"What is your relationship with the boys?" Rose asked, also ignoring the audience's reaction.

"Well, I went to the same high school with them," Emery answered.

Oh crap.

"Really?" Rose's voice heightened in interest.

"Yes! You could say we were... very good friends," Emery looked at us with a knowing smile while the rest of us tensed.

"If you were friends in the past, why aren't you now? Also, what is up with the Twitter issue?"

"Oh, they don't believe me on certain topics. I mean, we were good friends! I would never try to kill Liam. That is just preposterous! What would I have to gain from killing him?"

How about revenge for what we did to you in high school?

"The rest of us are wondering about that," Rose said.

"And don't get me started on the Twitter thing. Here is the problem. Someone hacked into my account," I rolled my eyes at that, "and they are making it seem like I have nothing else to do but to make enemies with everyone on the Internet."

"You don't say," Rose said with sarcasm. "Anyway, about your account... you or whoever is using your account has a tendency of posting after every two days. Nothing has been posted so far."

"That's because I took a course about the code language and I am currently blocking the hacker."

There was a pause that lasted seconds.

How? That seemed impossible. 

"I can prove what I'm saying to you right now. Do you mind?"

Rose looked like she didn't believe Emery. The rest of us also didn't.

"Rose, you seem like a nice woman," Emery commented.

Not, I heard Emery think.

"You seem like the trustable variety. I can promise you a lot of good things if you let me do this."

Rose was confused as she said: "Okay... but I doubt you'll be able to do that."

"It's won't take long, Rose," Emery said, shocking me. 

"Alright," the interviewer replied, not believing her. 

At the moment, I had a feeling that Emery would embarrass herself in public.

Emery shocked me further by getting up from her seat to head backstage. She was soon seen heading back with her laptop. 

She sat down beside me before she started typing words that hardly made sense to me. The screens in the interview room changed to reveal someone. It was a blonde guy with spectacles, probably in their late twenties. He was in a room congested with many items, and that had me thinking he was a hoarder.

"That is the hacker," Emery said. "What he doesn't know is that I have hacked into his own device. Anyway, the screen will be divided, and the microphone will be turned on. Watch what will happen."

The screen was divided and codes were shown, just like Emery said. She typed something on her laptop for a second.

"I am going to make my account easier for the guy to hack into."

Moments later, we all watched as the guy perked up in happiness.

"Finally!" we heard the guy say. "Can't believe it took me four days to crack this," he mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

"The... Ordinary... Brothers... is... a ... group...of ...fags." There was a click on his end, and the post was seen on Emery's Twitter account. It was displayed on the other unused screen.

I was shocked.

"Oh my God," the interviewer said. "I can't believe this. You were right. Here is the post right now!"

One of the screens showed the tweet that had just been posted. People in the audience started mumbling in shock. I stared in disbelief at everything that was happening.

"Wait, wait!" the interviewer shouted as she looked at the screen that displayed the hacker.

"That bitch thought she could outsmart me. Thinking she could just threaten me and get away with it. Well, I'll make you pay. Take this! : Fuck...you...OBers."

Just like that, the post was also placed on Twitter.

Emery was right. Someone had hacked into her account. But then, I couldn't help but think something was wrong.

"Thomas Acker," Emery spoke. The person on the screen perked up in shock. I had a feeling he heard Emery's voice. "Or should I just call you Tom? Wow! You are quite the idiot. You didn't think I wouldn't follow through with my warning, did you?"

A shutter sound was heard.

"By the way, that was me taking your picture."

The guy looked scared shitless.

"I am here with the Ordinary Brothers in San Diego, in an interview. Everyone here has seen what you have done, and they know for certain that I was hacked."

Tom Acker began getting up, running around the room he was in. I heard things being shuffled around, guessing that he was packing to run.

"I have given the police the coordinates to your home," Emery continued. "They should be there in..."

"Police! Hands up!"

The guy looked at the screen in shock. He started moving about in a frantic motion, and the police just barged in the room.

"NO! This is a mistake!" the guy yelled.

"Shut up!" the police yelled in the background as they took the person away in cuffs.

What. The. Hell?

Everyone stared at the screens in shocked silence as the guy was arrested.

"Thank you for having us, Emery," Rose said, still in shock after a minute of digesting what we had seen. She smiled, even though it was uneasy.

"I am glad I was here too," Emery said, not seeming affected by the sudden silence. "You should know that the hacker is one out of five people who will be arrested."

"Really?" Rose asked in curiosity. "Who are the rest?"

"Well, you obviously know that one of them is Bianca. But I'm saving her for last. For the others... give me three weeks. You will find out soon enough."