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BRAD'S POINT OF VIEW

I opened the door to our hotel room. Four eyes were glaring at me. "You spent the whole weekend without us." Connor says. "It's not like all the time, i have to be with you guys." I snap.

"What have you become, Brad?" Tristan frowns. "What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "It feels like you don't want to hang with us anymore.." James replies.

I rolled my eyes, "Again, it's not like you guys are the people i have to be with all the time. Besides, I want to meet some new friends." I answer.

Tristan shook his head, James walked out and Connor sighed. I just walked up to my room. What else could happen now?

I jumped on my bed, i grabbed a pillow, and i screamed my lungs out. I admit, seeing James, Tristan and Connor to do that to me literally would make me sad and sick.

Those three were like brothers to me, But i just want to have fun, hang out with some other people, what did i do wrong?

I kept screaming, until the pain in my chest was gone, i sat up, and ears streamed down my face. I cupped my face in both of my hands, sobbing and crying hardly.

After what felt like hours i finally stopped crying. I was so fragile, and sensitive, and i don't like being rejected. I hate the feeling to be left out. I just can't live without them.

I stared at the wall, and sniffed.

......

James didn't wake up early, so I had to walk to school, same goes to coming home too. I stepped out of Crossfield, rain was pouring hard. I looked around me to see if i had anybody I could share an umbrella with, Unfortunately, there were none.

I sighed, as i stepped down the steps of the entrance, and i felt the cold rain dropping on me. I just walked and walked, without nothing to do. I had to walk in the rain.

It was real cold, i didn't have my leather jacket with me, and now my sneakers are broken. The water from the ground got inside of my shoes, which made my socks wet. I cursed under my breathe. I'm not even halfway there.

I had no other choice but to keep walking.

After a few minutes, I finally reached the hotel. I walked in dripping wet on the elevator.

I walked towards our hotel room, my hands were shivering as i twisted the doorknob. "James? Tris? Con?" I call out. No answer. I sighed.

ANNE'S POINT OF VIEW

Tuesday. Classes just finished for today, and I didn't see Brad in Literature. I asked Luke if he saw him in Algebra and the rest of his classes, he hasn't seen him too.

Where are you, Brad?

I was about to walk out of the school when I felt somebody grabbed my arm, "Leaving so soon?" Luke raises an eyebrow. "I better find where Brad is." I reply. "But we're going to the bar, tonight, please don't tell me you're not going." Luke frowns

"I'm sorry, if Brad is in a bad condition, I guess i have to take down the invitation." I say. Luke just nods, letting go of my arm. I jumped in my car, and drove a few blocks away.

I parked my car in the parking lot. I looked around in the Lobby, this hotel is huge. It seems like it isn't a hotel, honestly. I walked in the elevator.

As the elevator door opened, i searched for his room number. It's my first time to go here, Luke even just gave me the address. As i saw the same room number as written on the paper Luke wrote. I sighed, twisting the doorknob.

"Brad?" I call out.

I walked inside the room, locking the door behind me. I walked around the living room, none of them are here. I walked inside the kitchen, I saw a note on the fridge.

'Brad,

We went back to Birmingham to settle something. Be back in a couple of days. Take care of yourself.

xx James, Tris and Con'

I walked out the kitchen and ran upstairs, I opened the first door I saw. "Brad?" I ask, walking inside, there was somebody on the bed, the room was real cold, I shivered.

I walked further. I saw him.

"Brad!" i gasped, as i felt his forehead. He was shivering and muttering a few words, his eyes closed, and he was hot.

I quickly took out some socks and a blanket. I turned on the heater, and i went down to make something for him to eat and drink.

As soon as I was done, I walked up slowly again on the stairs, opening Brad's bedroom door. I put the tray on the table beside him, and i felt his forehead again.

"what did you do?" I asked him, he was still muttering a few words, but i don't seem to understand. He stopped shivering, and his breathing was heavy. He coughs every now and then, which sounds like a roar of a tiger. I sighed