It had been five days since Connor had been released from the hospital and Brad had put him on house arrest ever since. "You're not aloud to leave this room for... A week!" He had said, and there was no disagreeing.
But Connor didn't mind. Because Brad would text him at school every chance he got and would visit him everyday after school to check I on him. He liked the attention more than he thought he would.
Text from Brad- hey, it's lunch now. Have you eaten anything? Xx
Connor looked over at the clock on his bed side and sighed. It read 12:34 and he hadn't even got out of bed. He decided to sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before responding to brads text.
Text from Connor- no, I haven't. Xx
Brad looks down at his phone as Tristan rambles on about something James did the other day. He frowned at Connors text wishing he was there to make sure he didn't starve himself.
"Are you even listening?" He asks peeking at brads phone to see what he was up to. He was just about to reach over and grab the cell phone before Brad looked up at him disapprovingly.
"Yeah, I'm listening" Brad shoves his phone into his jean pockets so Tristan couldn't snoop. Tristan rolls his eyes as if to say yeah right. The brunette just sticks his tongue out at the taller boy immaturely.
"Where has Connor been anyways?" Tristan puts his hands into his pocket, noticing Connor contact name on brads phone as he pulls it back out. He stops halfway through his essay of a text before answering Tristan.
"Just... Sick" Brad shrugs, putting his phone face down on the table after sending the text. Tristan furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head disbelievingly.
"Sick for a week?" Tristan questions "it's Friday and I haven't seen him since last Friday."
"Yeah well, he has the stomach flu pretty bad." Brad looks at the ground nervously. His lying has always been rubbish and Tristan knew that. He remember he tried to trick him into believing he was a vampire when they where six, but Brad kept giggle and couldn't look him in the eyes.
"Oh, as you've gone to see him everyday after school to catch his stomach flu?" He asks dangerously sending a shiver up brads spine. What's his game?
"H-how did y-you-"
"How did I know?" Tristan smiles "it's pretty obvious your into him. Now tell me what's up!" Brad was still shocked. Was he really that clear to everyone?
"That's Connors personal information!" He snaps "keep out of his personal life." He gives the taller boy a challenging stare, picking up his phone as it buzzes.
"Alright, alright." Tristan puts his hands up in defeat. "If your not going to tell me I'll have to ask Connor myself"
"You wouldn't!" Brad spits, his voice dripping with venom. He was disgusted with Tristan. What a cold-hearted bitch! They had known each other since they where at least three, and tris was pretty ambitious. But this was just plain cruel.
"I wanna know what's so important that you would skip seeing James every time I invite you to see Connor." Tristan's stands up about to walk away when Brad grabs the sleeve of his t-shirt pulling him back so he could look him in the eyes.
"You stay away from Connor you nosy little dick!" Brad threatens "I don't know anyone with a big of a need for details as you." Tris looks shocked at first by brads cold tone. But he shrugs it off with a laugh as he walks away.
"What can I say? Im thorough."
