A/N: Just a warning. There will be large mentions of drugs in both this chapter and the next. I also want to apologize for being slow with this chapter, school has been driving me nuts. I'm planning on updating every weekend from now on. Thanks for reading and reviewing! Enjoy!

Patricia's PoV

For the next five days, I did nothing but go to school, eat, go to detention, and practice, practice, practice. The cycle repeated itself every day, nothing changing.

Lately, Brenden had been super annoying. The guys thought he was just being an idiot, but I knew that it was because he was stressed. That worried me. He is quite capable of being a lunatic when he was stressed or angry. I figured he was nervous about the performance. After all, we are performing in front of the whole student body. We have to go to school with them afterwards. Who wouldn't be nervous?

"All right, listen up."

I was in the warehouse for practice again. Brenden was getting ready to give us a speech, which all three of us knew wasn't going to turn out very well.

"Tomorrow is the big day. We'll see if the school will love us or hate us. We'll find out if we'll get to-"

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I looked at him with my hand raised in the air, smirking. He didn't think it was as funny as me, obviously. He glared at me for a second before rolling his eyes and throwing up his hands.

"Fine! Go!"

I skipped off to the bathroom, hopefully irritating him some more. But by the snickers I heard, Dragon and Cole were definitely amused.

I walked over to the sink, turning on the faucet. Out of nowhere, I heard something fall, like when you accidently drop your pillow on the floor. It's not loud, but it isn't completely silent either. You just kind of know that something has fallen, and this was exactly the case. I looked to the right, to the sound. What I saw was at first quite odd. On the floor, was a small white looking baggie, and part of the wall was opened. It reminded me of a Sibuna mystery with a small trap door carved into the wall. Freaky, right? I walked slowly, turning off the faucet at the same time. I crouched down, putting the baggie in my hands, flopping it around. I looked at it. It was filled with a weird looking white powder. It reminded me a bit of baby powder. I looked up a bit to the wall, where the little door was seemingly closed, but if you looked hard enough, you could see the space between the wall and the door, revealing the opening. I pushed it back, and I couldn't contain a gasp.

Inside the super small box like gap in the wall were baggies upon baggies full of a white powder. Suddenly, I remembered that day. The day that I had left the boys and why I hadn't returned until now. I should've seen that he hadn't changed. I guess no matter what I had done, he never would have. He's just that kind of guy. The guy that can't control himself, the guy that is to stubborn to listen. I knew all of this, of course, but I never realized the extent of it. The fact of what I was holding dawned on me, and I dropped the baggie, standing up, my mouth probably wide open.

Those baggies weren't powder, oh no. They weren't really any kind of powder, if you could call it that. Truthfully, it is a powder, but not the good kind, the kind of powder no one should be using.

Simply, Brenden still had drugs hidden in the walls in the bathroom of the old warehouse.

Cole's PoV

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

I held back a smirk. Patricia always tried to rescue us from Brenden's speeches. We always got them anyway, but at least she tried. I gave up trying a while back, 'bout a year after I met Brenden. He was an unstoppable moron when it came to speeches. I told 'im he should try out for debate or somethin', you know? But he didn't. Said he wanted to focus on the band and all.

"Fine! Go!"

As Patricia skipped away, I couldn't help but laugh. She looked so proud of herself, while Brenden stood there steaming. It was absolutely hilarious.

"God, where is she?"

Dragon was starting to get irritated. It was taking Thing Four a while in there.

"Hey Trix! Hurry up in there!"

My calls seemed to work. The door slammed open, literally. It rebounded on the wall, and Trix has to kick it again to let herself out.

She held something in her hand, and she looked pissed.