Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi.

Adam's P. O. V.

" Dude, I think this is a bad idea," I said to Drew.
" No, it's possibly the greatest since... Ever," he replied.
Mom was on a business trip for the weekend, leaving the house to Drew and myself. Drew, of course, thought it was a wonderful idea to throw a party.
" And what if something tragic happens? What will we do?" I questioned.
" There's 9-1-1 for a reason, Adam." I couldn't help but to roll my eyes and scoff at that.
" How many people do you plan on inviting?"
" I don't know. Maybe fifty. A hundred. Not very exclusive, here. What do you say?"
I didn't answer him.
" Oh, come on, Adam! Have some fun for once. Break the rules."
" Fine," I snapped.
Drew instantly stood up and headed for the home phone, calling practically everybody he knew to meet at our place at seven tonight. I sighed and walked to my room. I pulled out my phone and dialed Eli's number.
" Hello?" He asked.
" Hey, Eli, do you wanna hang at The Dot later tonight?" I offered. I really didn't want to be involved in Drew's antics.
" Can't. I've already made plans with Clare."
" You two are back together?"
" No. Not yet, at least. Talk to you later."
" Okay, bye." Eli had hung up right after, and I set my phone down on my nightstand.
I guess I'm stuck at Casa de Torres tonight.
" Hey, Adam!" Drew called up the stairs. " You can at least help me set up."
" How?"
" Clean up the place."
I got up and slammed my door shut.
" Rude!" He averred.
I guess I didn't realize how tired I was, because as soon as I had lain on my bed, I was awoken by the doorbell and loud music playing. I heard people entering, screaming, and laughing so early in the night. Gradually, more and more people came. I camped in my room until I heard glass shatter. I ran out and headed down the stairs to find myself lost in my own house. People were everywhere, and Drew was nowhere for me to decapitate him.
" Hey, Adam!" Dave stumbles up to me, seemingly drunk.
" Woah, have you been drinking?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
" No, I've been flying."
" Oh my goodness. Where did you get alcohol?"
" Someone brought it in. You're boring me. See ya." Dave fled afterward.
I scrambled and found Drew making out with Katie. I forcefully pulled them apart and dragged Drew into a corner.
" What was that for?" He demanded.
" You need to do something. There's alcohol here."
" Yeah, I know. I asked someone to bring it."
I wanted to punch Drew right then and there.
" Why?" was all I could force out without attacking him.
" Uh, because it makes things fun," he answered. I responded by storming out of the house.
I knew I shouldn't have left the house since trouble could always strike, but I just needed to get out of there.
I went for a long walk, possibly covered four miles in total, but when I got back home, I was greeted by two police cars, the paramedics, and a whole bunch of people leaving the house. About fifty thoughts ran through my head;
" The group must have been busted for alcohol possession."
" Somebody could've had alcohol poisoning."
" Somebody could've died." and many more.
I saw two stretchers with a person on each, but one of them had a white sheet over them, and the other had a black sheet. My instincts took action and I ran to one of the police officers who was escorting everybody out.
" If you're too drunk to drive, sit on the sidewalk, or get someone to drive you. We mean it," he ordered the group.
" Officer, what happened? I live in this house." I told.
" Were you aware of all of this?"
" No," I lied, " I didn't know about any of this. My brother must have ran this."
" Two people have been identified as victims of a shooting. One is critically injured and the other's dead."
" Who are they?"
" The one that's alive for now is Drew Torres, and the dead one is Eli Goldsworthy." I thought I was going to pass out when I heard the officer say that, but then I remembered Eli saying he wasn't coming.
" Are you sure it's Eli Goldsworthy?"
" It's confirmed as Eli Goldsworthy. Now, where are your parents?"
My heart had dropped down several times in what was possibly only two minutes, and it had dropped again when he asked that question.
" Um, they aren't here." I admitted.
" I need one of them here right now. Give me one of their numbers."
I gave the officer my mother's number, and he made me go inside my house and lock up. He ignored me when I asked for a ride to the hospital, even though I explained that the two victims were my brother and best friend.
There was blood, alcohol, and vomit everywhere, but I couldn't really care. I just sat down on the only clean spot of the couch and waited. Waited for Mom to come. Waited for news on Drew. Waited for Eli to magically come back to life. Waited for everything to be alright.
The party didn't run for that long; it was only a little bit after eight, but it looked and felt like it lasted for hours.
I heard my phone ring upstairs, but I didn't move until after the ringing died down. I went into my room and saw I had two missed calls and a text message. The more recent call was from Mom, and the earlier call was from Clare. I wondered why she had called. The text was from Eli. I felt sick when I opened and read the message. It had said:
" Adam, I'll be at your house a little later than 7. I figured you might need help or something. See ya!"
I needed answers. I needed to know who shot the two, and why. What did everybody do?
I dialed Clare's number. I knew she had her permit, but that was enough to get us to the hospital, illegal or not.
" Adam?" she answered.
" Clare, I need you to come to my house now. It's an emergency."
She asked why, and I explained everything except for the fact that Eli was dead. I just told her he was injured.
She arrived at my house about ten minutes later, and I flew into her car, telling her to drive off to the hospital. Whatever was to happen, it couldn't have been worse than this.