AN: Thanks for the reviews! Please continue to do so. They mean a lot. Also, I'm a 17 year old girl from Georgia, so please give me some leeway on the POVs of teenage boys from upstate New York.

I tried to ignore the huge daggers she was shooting at me as I readjusted my shoe strings. I walked back to Tori's room, dragging her by her arm, much to her displeasure, and slammed her door shut.

Spov

After she dragged Tori into their room it was quiet. I left the food at the table to see if I could help Dad, but he seemed to have everything under control. He was standing over the dark spot where she'd been standing, mumbling an incantation in a language that I didn't know. I could tell that it was old and difficult. He was starting to sweat, but he looked determined.

I turned my attention to Ms. Fellows to see her dusting off her pants and looking dejected. I felt like I should feel bad for her but I didn't. She chose to play with our lives and now she had lost the life she was trying to perfect. It wasn't right but it's what had happened. And even though only one of us was actually related to the good doctor, I think the only person that might trust her now is my Dad.

Why would she expect anything different? If Dad had done what she had, I wouldn't trust him either. And I'd be twice as vocal about it.

I turned back to my Dad to see the whole slowly returning to it's original state. I think I would have been in awe of how skilled my Dad actually was if I wasn't in such a bad mood. These past few weeks have sucked, being forced to sit five feet from her in a car for days at a time, doing everything in my power to focus on anything but her.

But my mind kept drifting to her and it was really pissing me off. Everything reminded me of her, especially since she was always around me, always trying to make me feel better. All it did was annoy me. I hate that she feels like she needs to make me feel better, like I'm a child who didn't get their way and she's a mom who doesn't understand anything.

All I could think about was how beautiful she was surrounded by all the light in this small house or how much I missed talking to her. I miss her and there's nothing I can do about it.

I can't talk to her about it because I don't know how to talk to her as a friend. I don't know how to think of her as a friend because I never did. I don't know how to adjust and I don't want to. I shouldn't have to.

I walked back out to the table to eat my probably cold eggs and definitely burnt toast to find him already sitting down, half the eggs and toast gone.

Why is he so special? What does she see in him? a giant slob with an anger issue? a brainiac who can't deal with real life? He's just a neat-freak and a zealot with and an anger problem. What the hell is so appealing about that? Nothing.

As I watched my brother, I didn't notice my hands ball into fists or feel my nails dig into my palms. But he did.

"You're bleeding". His mouth was stuffed with food as he looked up at me. I had to look away as my anger grew with his acknowledgment. Every time I looked at him these days, all I wanted to do was punch him, even though he was my brother, even though, up until a few months ago, he was my best friend. He was so stupid.

I let it go when she chose him. There was nothing I could do about it, so I backed off. But things were different now. Now he'd had her and he'd thrown her away like a piece of garbage, like she wasn't the best thing that had happened to either one of us in years.

"You're an idiot"

"And you're still bleeding. And just so you know, anger and jealousy have their own smells and you reek of both, along with desperation, anxiety, and a few other things you might wanna get checked out at your earliest convenience ."

"Go to hell"

"Already there"

"No. Hell is where you're gonna be after I"-

"SIMON. DEREK. ENOUGH."

AN: I know this chapter was pretty short, but I'm planning to have the next one up soon (in Derek's POV!) Wish me luck, continue to read, and continue to review. Thanks again!

Fletcher