Emmett POV We’re all sitting in the corridor, most of us (myself included) don’t even want to begin to imagine what those two are talking about. Though I have to admit, if they’ve got their tongues down each others throats I will praise Hallelujah. I glance sideways at Michael, he’s watching the door with concerned eyes. I can understand that. If Justin remembers anything then we’re all screwed. He’ll hate Brian and that’ll make Brian a right little ray of fucking sunshine…not. WHAM! I shriek loudly, leaping onto Ted’s lap as all our heads snap up to see that it was Brian that slammed the door behind him. Michael’s as white as a sheet, shaking slightly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Brian so angry as he is right now. He just storms past us, not even acknowledging us as he smashes through the doors at the end of the corridor and out of sight. “So who’s going to find out what happened?” That was Debbie. And as usual, everyone jumps to their feet, ready to run after Kinney. I think not! None of us really have a death wish and to try and to try and confront Brian in this kind of mood? Hell you’d be digging your own grave. A sigh passes my lips as I get up shakily, “I’ll go see Sunshine…” I mumble, warily entering the room. He turns his gaze to me as I enter, a small, sad smile on his lips, “Hey Em”, he greets, wiping away angry tears as he sniffs. My heart breaks for the boy, “Baby? Whats wrong?” He looks at me as I perch on the edge of his bed, my hand reaching for his as he slips his fingers through mine, “I…I think I love him Em…” That starts a new flow of tears, “But I hate him so much. He doesn’t want me!” I’m gonna start crying soon, thanks to him. So I slip my arms round him and hold my sobbing friend, ignoring the fact he’s getting my new fuchsia top wet. We need to get those two together. Molly POV I follow the retreating Brian with my eyes, annoyance bubbling inside of me. I’d heard about what he did to my brother and I couldn’t let him do that. Shrugging my mothers arm off my shoulder, I stood up, straightening my jeans before following, “Molly!?” my mom says in alarm but I give her a dismissive wave of my hand. I need to talk to Brian fucking Kinney. It’s cold outside, but I’m wearing one of my brother’s jumpers so I tighten it around my feminine figure. It’s always alarmed me that Justin’s figures as girly as mine…minus the parts and we can fit in each others jumpers, granted he’s a few inches taller, but that makes them all the more cosier. “Hey Brian!” I say loudly to Brian’s back, “Kinney, look at me!” He stops, throwing me an annoyed look over his shoulder, “Go home little girl. You’re not my type!” I bristle in anger, the look on my face similar to that which Justin gets when he’s mad, “Fucking hell, is that ALL you think about? Getting laid? That’s all it ever is. Lemme guess, you don’t do love. You fuck. It’s fast, efficient and you get in and out with the minimum of bullshit and the maximum of pleasure?” That caused him to turn about fully, an impressed look on his face. “That’s very good. Stalking me are you?” I scoff, shaking my head, “No, that’s the way my brother lives too. Or…he did, until he met you. He broke his rules. He fell in love!” He looked down at me, his hazel eyes unreadable, “Well I didn’t ask him too. All I did was fuck him”. Oh I’m seriously close to hitting this mother fucker so, instead, I push him roughly into the wall, glaring at him. “You broke my brother….you fix him!” I snarl, turning on my heel and walking away.