Deviance

-3-

-Emron-

"I don't wanna go to a stupid party." Calum nagged, throwing his attire on the bed.

"Listen you douche," I grabbed his neck, "You do not get to decide things. Issac and I are going and so are you. Now get ready before I lose my mind." I warn, pushing him away.

"You didn't have to hit him." Issac whispers when Calum leaves the room, "We don't hit each other, Emron."

"I just pushed him!" I raise my hands in defense. He glares at me any way before changing his clothes.

I get pull a black shirt and jeans along with my converse while Issac wears his colored shirts, as usual.  Calum however, stays in his tight blue pants and white shirt.

"Issac, wait up." I call causing him to stop, "We'll go get the girls together. Calum, wait for us downstairs, it'll only take a minute."

Calum nods as Issac and I leave together. We head to the first floor, Dorm room 001. I knock softly as I reach.

"Who is it?" I hear Chelsea yelling.

"The hottest guy on the planet and- his brother." I say causing Issac to roll his eyes at me.

"Hey!" She opens the door dressed in a white tight dress showing off her damn curves.

"Hey sexy." I kiss her cheek and she opens the door to let us in, "Where's your friend?" I take a look around.

She points at the bathroom with a worried expression.

-Issac-

"What's wrong?" I ask Chelsea, she shrugs at my question and I walk to the bathroom to find Beatrice crying over the sink with her makeup ruined down her cheeks.

"Hey." I whisper, wrapping my arms around her.

She looks at me with wide eyes, "No, no! You can't see me like this. Get out!"

"Beatrice-"

"Don't say my name either!" She shouts, turning around so I couldn't see her face.

"Hey, you don't have to hide from me. What's wrong? I'm here for you."

"Nothing is wrong." She sniffles, "Get out please."

"You're crying, obviously something is up. No one cries because of just 'nothing'."

"Nothing is up." She repeats my words, "I don't need you, Issac."

"You need someone." I point out, "Should I call Chelsea?"

"No, don't." She whispers, "And stop trying to figure out what's wrong with me. I'm not telling you because I don't want to tell you."

"Don't tell me!" I shout, "Tell Chelsea or-"

"No one will understand," she sniffles again. I step towards her, placing my hand over her shoulder.

"Maybe I will." I try again. Feeling her shoulders relax, I turn her around and she faces me with her eyes closed, "Look at me." I demand.