Who to choose?

Two weeks after Mommy arrived home, my first day of school resumed. It was 2 days after school previously started, but it didn't give any thought to Zach. I was nervous, of course, because it was a new school, with new friends. I woke up early in the morning, unwilling to get out of bed, and dragged myself into the shower. I dressed in my favorite pair of jeans, and my baseball style T shirt, and sauntered downstairs for breakfast. Zach was sitting at the table, reading the morning paper.

"Good morning Skye," he greeted, smiling. I plopped down in my chair, and propped myself up on my elbow.

"What's the long face for darling?" Zach inquired softly. I sighed.

"Nothing, it's just odd that I'm not going to the same school anymore," I muttered angrily, looking at the floor.

"Cheer up, things are going to be great at Winston. I went there as a boy," he informed. Miss Turner entered the room.

"You have a telephone call, Miss Lawrence," she said. I looked at Zach, who shrugged, and I walked to my room, and picked up my phone that was sitting off the hook. It was Brad.

"Hi, what's going on?" I asked.

"I'm getting ready for school," he muttered angrily.

"Yeah, me too," I replied. He sighed.

"I have to go. Mom's making me eat breakfast," he said. I said good- bye, and hung up the phone slowly, and walked back downstairs.

"It was Brad," I informed Zach. He nodded, and stood up.

"We have to get going. We have to talk to the principal, and you need to take a tour around the school," he announced, and folded his paper neatly, carrying it under his arm. I sighed, and grabbed my backpack, and put it on. He grinned, and walked outside into the bright morning.

We both crawled into the limo, and rode silently. Zach occasionally tried to brew up a conversation, but I didn't reply. He gave up, seeing what a useless waste of breath it was, and looked over his stocks. When the vehicle came to a stop, the driver let us out, and I glanced at the building.

It was a 2 story brick building. Zach took my hand, and led me inside.

"Mr. James. How nice to see you. I'm Mrs. Gloria Nightingale. Welcome to Winston Miss Lawrence," she said, frantically shaking my hand. I smirked, and followed her into the administrative office.

"I'm Mrs. Lucer's secretary by the way," she added quickly. I nodded, and Mrs. Nightingale knocked on the principals office.

"Come in," she called softly. Mrs. Nightingale nodded, and opened the door, stumbling into the room. She smiled, and nodded to two chairs. Zach and I sat down.

Mrs. Lucer was a tall, skinny woman with bony features. She wore a sincere smile, but I decided that was only for the first impression. She folded her bony, pale hands over the desk, and sighed.

"Miss Lawrence, how nice to meet our newest student," she said. I smirked, and leaned back in the chair.

"Welcome to your first day here. We here at Winston, perform well academically, and with citizenship and participation. We expect many things from our students. To follow the rules, keep out of trouble, and stay friendly to others." She produced a booklet. "In this booklet, you will see all of the rules, requirements, and such things that you need to know when attending Winston High School." She slid it over the desk, and over to me. I picked it up, and glanced at it. The rules weren't any different at my other school, so why does it make this school special?

"We have your tour guide waiting for you outside the office, Lacy Dodger. She will be touring you around the school for the first few days, and then after that, I think you can handle it." She smiled, revealing sparkling white teeth. I smirked again, and looked towards Zach. He smiled hopefully, and patted my hand. The principal stood up, and smiled at Zach.

"Thank you Mr. James, for enrolling Skye in our school. Another bright student to add to our class," she said happily, and chuckled. He nodded, and shook her hand quickly. I stood up, and headed towards the door. Zach followed, and took my hand.

"You have a good day at school today. I'll have a surprise waiting for you," he said, cupping my face and kissing my forehead. I nodded, and looked at the girl who stood by the office entryway. I smiled at her, then turned to Zach. I flicked a pleading glance at him, and watched as he walked away, wanting to go with him. I sighed, and headed towards the girl, apparently my tour guide.

She was at average height, with loose, red curly hair. Her hazel eyes brightened with an impish smile as I approached her. I raised my eyebrows, and smirked.

"Hi, I'm Lacy Dodger. Skye, right?" she asked. I nodded. She overlooked my clothing, sneering in disgust when she saw that I didn't wear expensive designers, and sauntered down the hallway.

"Here's you schedule. Miss Nightingale gave us the liberty by giving us all of the same classes," she boasted, thrusting a folded piece of paper in my direction. I shrugged, and snatched it from her long fingers. Students were scurrying to their classes before the bell had rung, declaring them tardy. Some students stared at me with curiosity, as we walked to science. The bell rang just as we entered. The teacher looked at us, then smiled.

"Oh, you must be our newest edition to Winston. Class, this is Skye Lawrence," the teacher announced. The class stared at me with interest as I walked over to his desk, finding my assigned seat on his seating chart, and sitting down.

"Skye, I'm Mr. Lumberg, the science teacher. Welcome to Winston," he said warmly. I smiled, and leaned back in my seat.

Mr. Lumberg went over class requirements to everyone adding some humor in his explanation. After the class rang, the class bolted out of the room, leaving me to tread behind. I glanced at my schedule, sighed, and headed to class without Lacy. She was chatting with her friends, which crowded around her.

"Wait Skye!" She finally noticed me as she trotted over to me. I didn't stop to wait for her to catch up. She finally did.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" she asked, breathless.

"I don't know," I replied coolly. She raised her eyebrow at me, and shrugged. I narrowed my eyes at her, and entered the class.

Up to my first 4 classes, everything went smoothly, meaning that nobody had talked to me, run into me, and such other things. During lunch, I was in the lunch line, about to pay for my lunch, when I realized that I didn't have any money.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, shoving my hands into my pockets to search. I was about to put my food back on the counter, when the boy behind me spoke up.

"I'll pay for her," he said to the cashier. I turned around to face him. He was about six feet tall, with blonde hair, hazel eyes, and perfect rosy lips with a pale face. I smiled, and moved out of the way. He paid for his own lunch, and I walked over to him.

"Thanks for the major save, I'll pay you back tomorrow," I said. He shook his head and smiled.

"Don't worry about it. I did my good deed today," he muttered, smiled, and walked off. Lacy waved over to me from her table, and I shuffled over there. About 5 minutes later, they left, leaving me alone at the empty round table. I took out my book, and began to read, taking bites of my apple occasionally. Someone slammed their tray on the table, and I jumped, dropping my book. I sighed, bent over, and retrieved it. I sat up, and saw the boy that was standing behind me in line sitting at the table.

"I saw that you were alone, and decided to sit with you," he observed, smiling. I smirked, and stuffed my book back into my messengers bag. He started to eat.

"I'm Ian, by the way," he said, and extended his hand.

"Skye," I muttered, and shook his hand. He nodded, and lay back in his chair.

"So, where do you come from Skye?" he asked. I raised my eyebrow.

"You really want to know?" I asked. He nodded. I leaned in closer, so that no one else could hear. He leaned in also.

"A girls Juvenile detention center," I whispered. He leaned back, and folded his arms across his chest.

"Really now?" he said. I laughed.

"No, I come from Edgerton High," I smiled. He nodded.

"That's what I thought. But that's like, 3 miles away, what made you transfer here?" he inquired. I sighed.

"It's a long story. But to make it short: Parents divorced, mommy dearest married again, live in Dark Shadows Manor," I recited quickly. He nodded.

"I see," he muttered, and started to eat again. After we had both finished, we threw away out leftovers, and walked around campus. Lacy was out of sight. He showed me around the campus, and still had time to introduce us to his friends. The bell rang, and he escorted me to class. I thanked him again, and walked inside, the whole class staring at me. I handed my schedule to the teacher, who looked it over and smiled.

"OK Skye, welcome to Winston. I'm Mrs. Arden," she said. I nodded, and went to take my seat.

"Tell me, what school do you come from?" she asked politely. I froze, and a small smile formed on my lips.

"From an all girls Juvenile detention center," I said boldly, and took my seat. The girls let out gasps, while the guys laughed along with me. Mrs. Arden shot me a chastising look, and calmed the class again. The guys gave me thumbs up, while the girls gave me evil glances. I narrowed my eyes at them, pretending to get a penknife from my backpack, which snapped their heads the other directions. I shook my head, and smiled all through the day. At the end of the day, I stood in front of the school, waiting for the limo to pull up. When it did, I heard a hole bunch of people shout to me. Lacy and her friends ran over to me.

"You didn't tell us that you were rich!" she cried. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I didn't exactly say that I was," I snapped, and slammed the door. She looked at me hatefully, as Ian was leaning against the wall. He smiled, nodded, and watched as I pulled away.

"I'm home!" I shouted as I entered the house, slamming the door behind me. Zach poked his head out of his office.

"Hi," he greeted, stomping over to hug me. I shrugged, and wrapped my arms around him.

"How was it?" he asked. I shrugged.

"I told them that I recently attended an all girls juvenile detention center," I muttered and laughed. Zach turned pale.

"You didn't . . . did you?" he gasped. I turned to him. I chuckled.

"Zach, it was a joke. Most people took it as a joke. But others, you know like those cheerleaders, they took it all serious," I said, imitating a cheerleader. He let out his breath.

"Good, you had me worried for a second there," he said. I laughed, rolling my eyes, and walked into the living room. Brad was sitting on the couch, his arms spread out against the arm rests. I squealed with excitement, and ran over to him.

"I didn't know that you were here!" I cried, sitting next to him. He smirked.

"Well, now you do," he announced. Zach entered the room.

"I have a surprise for you Skye," he declared. I looked at Brad, took his hand, and followed Zach out to the garage. The lights were turned off. He switched them off, and I gaped at my new car.

"I thought you would like it," he predicted. It was a crimson Camaro, a rose with a flame at the stem airbrushed on the side. My eyes widened as I opened the door. Zach tossed me the keys.

"Take it for a ride," he suggested and smiled. Brad went around to the passengers seat, and opened the door. He sat down, and laughed. I got in, looked at Zach, went out to give him a hug and a kiss, and ran back into the car, and turned it on. The engine was loud, which I enjoyed. I opened the garage door, and sped down the street.

"It rides good!" Brad exclaimed. I nodded, and fixed my eyes ahead. "But I have a suspicion about something," he added, stroking his chin. I flicked my eyes over at him.

"What is it?"

"Don't you think that Zach is being . . . well, just a little too nice?" he pointed out. I shrugged.

"I don't know. He's been great to me. He's my stepfather. He's only just trying to make things more comfortable," I replied.

"But buying you the most expensive jewelry, clothes, this car?" he continued to press forward with the issue. I thought about it. I did always think that Zach was a little too giving.

"And, I've noticed that he spends more time with you than your mother. And they're married!" I bit my lip, and thought. I didn't know what to think, though. I sighed.

"Let's not talk about it," I said quickly, and sped down the street. The thought lingered in my mind, and I pulled over in a desolate area near the woods. I stopped the car, and pressed my palm to my forehead.

"You're right," I said softly above a whisper. Brad looked at me.

"What?"

"You're right," I snapped. He sighed.

"It was only an observation," he mumbled.

"But it was one that got me thinking," I muttered.

"Skye, you really don't think that. . . " his voice trailed off. I turned my head towards him sharply. I stared at him a moment, then darted my eyes away.

"You're kidding me," he murmured.

"Brad! It's possible! I've read books about it," I cried, throwing up my hands.

"Watch yourself then. Get a padlock for your door. I'll even go with you," he said quickly, taking my hand. I shook my head.

"It couldn't happen when all of the servants around, and Mommy too," I stammered, taking my hand away.

"The servants aren't always there Skye. They go out," he protested. I started the car again. I sped back onto the street, heading to the hardware store.

"But what if Zach gets suspicious?" I asked.

"We'll get a chain, and I'll build a little compartment so that you can hide it," he replied, and nodded at his answer. I sped to the hardware store, and picked up two chain locks. We drove back to Brad's house, saying that he had something to give me. We ran up to his room, and he shut the door behind him. He crawled under his bed, and produced a shoe box. He slowly opened the lid, and handed it to me. I looked down at it. It was a shiny silver pistol. I gasped and almost dropped the box because I was trembling so badly. He kept it steady.

"Take it. I have another," he said, nodding to the bed. I shook my head, and thrust the box back at him. He jabbed it into my chest. My lip started to tremble.

"For your own safety," he urged. I sighed, and reluctantly took the box cover from him, and put it on. He kissed my forehead, and took my hand, and hurried outside to the car. I threw the box in the back-seat, and sped towards home. We went inside, and installed the chain locks. From a distance, we couldn't see the secret compartment Brad had built. I brought the box with the pistol inside, and looked around the room, wondering where to hide it.

"How about under the bed?" Brad suggested. I shook my head.

"The maids clean everywhere. I'd have to hide it somewhere really private," I told him, but then I shrugged.

"They haven't ever tried to clean under the bed before," I thought aloud. I crawled under the bed, and shoved it in a dark spot. I wiped my hands off, and turned to Brad.

"Do you know how much trouble I'm going to get in if anyone finds that?" I asked.

"Do you know how much that could save your life?" he retorted, walking over to me. I sighed, and flopped on my bed. Brad sat down next to me.

"When was the last time you talked to Brian?" he asked.

"I don't know. He said that he was grounded the last time I talked to him," I said, turning on the TV. He looked at me oddly.

"What?" I asked. He shook his head quickly.

"Nothing," he replied quickly, and lay back on the comfy pillows. I shrugged, and watched some TV when the maid called us down for dinner. I went into the bathroom, made sure that I looked decent, and went downstairs with Brad. Zach was at the table, drumming his fingers on the table. He looked up once we entered. "How did it ride?" he asked excitedly.

"Good," I muttered, and took my seat. Brad sat down, and looked at me, then darted his glance to Zach.

"Has Mommy gone on vacation again?" I asked dryly. Zach sighed.

"Unfortunately, yes, she has. After we had that confrontation, she left." I rolled my eyes.

"Dinner is served," the butler declared, and brought out the meal. I munched silently, watching as Brad analyzed Zach. I kept my eyes down and didn't say anything. Once I was finished, I stood up, and waited for Brad to finish. He shoved his plate in front of him, and walked over to me.

"Thank you for the dinner Mr. James," he said to Zach. He smiled, and nodded. Brad took my hand, and led me outside.

"He couldn't keep his eyes off of you!" he cried, going to his car. I closed my eyes, then opened them. He leaped over to me, and kissed me on the lips.

"Be careful," he said, and got into his car. I hugged myself, and watched him pull out of the driveway. I went back into the house, and up to my room. Zach surprised me by sitting on my bed, his leg crossed. I jumped, and sighed.

"Zach," I breathed, entering my room. He smiled, and stood up.

"I'm sorry I surprised you," he said, walking over to me. I wanted to walk back, but I thought it would look suspicious.

"Is there something that we need to talk about?" I asked cautiously. He sighed.

"Yes, It's about your mother," he said. I shrugged.

"What's there to say?" I snapped.

"A lot, especially what everyone is going through."

"What everyone is going through?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. He nodded.

"You see, your mother is tender to large arguments. She can't handle them very well, and you know how you two are arguing almost constantly, so I decided to send her away until things settle down." I snapped my head towards him.

"OK, let me get this straight. You, sent my mother away, because we argue all the time, because she can't handle large arguments?" I laughed. "Zach, you apparently do not know my mother." He ran over to me and seized my shoulders tightly, digging his fingers into them, and making me cry out. He backed away, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen." I shook my head.

"I thought I should have told you that," he said, and bolted out of the room. I flopped down on my bed, and wondered if Brad was really right. Did Zach really want me?



The first weeks of school went according to plan. I made friends with lots of guys who liked to joke around, while I had only one good girlfriend, Maggie Carson, who was a tomboy. We really got to be good friends. Ian and I got closer, but I warned him that we couldn't get any closer, because I had a boyfriend waiting for me.

"Wow, then he must be lucky." He took it lightly. I smiled, and began to explain life at my other school.

"Sounds interesting."

"Yeah, it was," I said with a heavy sigh. He patted my shoulder, and walked me to class. I smiled, said good-bye, and walked in. Mr. Lumberg looked at me, and went behind his desk to fetch something.

"What is it?" I asked, placing my palms on his desk. He found a yellow slip, and handed it to me.

Skye Lawrence,

Come to office immediately. Emergency.

I looked at Mr. Lumberg, who nodded to the door. I ran out of the classroom, the kids behind me whispering, and I ran to the office, where Brad stood. I leaned against the door frame, and asked him what was wrong.

"I'm checking you out darling, remember? I told you this morning that you had a doctors appointment today." He winked at me. I smiled, caught my breath, and nodded.

"Yeah, it just slipped my mind," I said, tossing my hand up in the air. He smiled, and turned around to sign me out. He walked over to me, brought me to his side, and walked out of school. Once we were outside, I turned to him.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I cried, laughing.

"I decided that we needed a day off," he replied. He walked over to his car.

"Follow me home. I wanna take your car," he said, and got inside. I ran to my car, started it up, revving the engine, and tore out of the parking lot, following Brad's reckless driving. He pulled up in the driveway of his house, smiled, and leaped into my car.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Anywhere the road takes us," he said and smiled. The engine roared, and sped down the street.

"Let's go see a movie," Brad demanded. "My treat." We were soon in the theater, deciding which movie we wanted to see.

"How about this one?" he said, pointing to the chart. It was a romance flick. I shook my head.

"I hate romance movies. They are too mushy," I said, shaking my head. He grunted, and looked at the list. Instead, we chose a comedy flick. We were laughing through the whole thing, tears almost streaming down my cheeks. After the movie, we debated what we should do next.

"How about lunch? I'm getting hungry," I said. He nodded, and we headed back to my car. We drove to a nearby fast food restaurant, and dined in.

"How did you get out of school?" I asked him as I munched on some French fries.

"I told my Mom that I was sick this morning, then she went to work, and then I came up with the brilliant idea of getting you out of school. I wouldn't want you to turn snobby and rich like those other kids."

"That won't be happening. Out of all my friends, most of them are guys," I muttered. He nodded.

"That's what I thought," he replied, smiling. I shrugged, and tossed all of my left over food into the trash.

"Now what?"

"I have to show you something," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the car. I got in, and followed his directions to where he wanted to show me. It was a desolate area in the forest. He got of the car, and gestured the clearing with his arms.

"Isn't it great?" he shouted. I got out of the car, and looked around.

"When did you find this?" he looked at me, a childish smile on his lips.

" 'Member Wendy Parker? I persuaded her to go out on another date with me, and we were traveling around, and we found this place," he said, walking over to me. I smirked, and looked around.

"It's great," I said, slapping my thighs. He smiled.

"Let's play a little hide and go seek," he declared, and bolted into the forest. I grunted, and went to find him.

"Brad! Brad, come on! This isn't funny!" I cried, searching behind trees. After a few minutes, I gave up, and headed back to the car. I thought that I heard a branch crunch behind me, and I spun around, seeing nobody there. I sighed, picturing this as the greatest plot for a horror movie, and turned around, someone covering my mouth, and lifting me. I screamed, and kicked, as the guy brought me to my car. He let go of me, letting me gasp for breath, and I turned around to punch the guy, but it was only Brad, and he grabbed my fist before it could make contact with his cheek. I sighed angrily, and took my fist away.

"Don't ever do that again!" I cried, laughing. He wore an impish smile.

"Sorry," he said, and placed his hand on my shoulder. I looked up, smiled, and felt our lips were being drawn together slowly. Our lips were pressed together in a soft kiss, slowly ending. We pressed our foreheads together, and I looked up.

"What about Brian?" I asked softly.

"I love you more," he whispered, and kissed me again, it growing firmer and demanding. He smiled, picked me up, and carried me back to the car, his lips attached to mine. He opened the door, pushed back the seat, and lay me down gently, crawling over top of me. He kissed me again, his tongue meeting mine, then pulled away.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked softly. I nodded, then kissed him again. He began to undress me slowly, kissing me as he did so. After I was undressed, he quickly got out of his clothes, and entered me.

At first, I could feel nothing but searing pain. But after a while, it relaxed into waves of pleasure. I moaned, thrashed my head side to side, chanted his name over and over again. After he was spent, he lay next to me, embracing me and pulling me next to his chest. He buried his face into my hair, and sighed.

"That was wonderful," I breathed, turning to face him. He kissed the top of my nose, and sat up searching for his shirt. He tugged it on, and I looked for my own clothing.

"I'm sorry we can't just sit here. We have to get you home before Zach suspects something," he said when we were fully dressed. He kissed the tip of my nose, and crawled up back into the passengers seat. I sighed, the wonderful feeling settling into my heart. I turned on the engine, looked at the clock, and sped towards home. I dropped off Alex first, and then sped back home, making sure that I looked decent enough to enter the house.

Once I had opened the door, Zach was walking by the door. "Skye, you're home early," he said, pushing his sleeve up to glance at his watch. I bit my lip.

"They let me out for good behavior," I muttered, heading to my room. Zach chuckled.

"How was your day?"

"Great," I breathed, then bit my lip. I turned around.

"I've never heard you express your liking for school like that," he said, surprised.

"Yeah, well we didn't have any tests today, so that's what made it great," I answered quickly, and ran up to my room, shutting the door behind me. I leaned up against it, sighed, thinking that was a close one, and walked over to my bed, envisioning my wonderful day with Brad. The phone rang, making me jump. I looked over at it, knowing it had to be Brad, and picked it up eagerly.

"Hi," I breathed, smiling.

"Oh, when did you get caller ID?" Brian asked. My heart jumped into my throat.

"Oh, I was expecting one of my other friends from school to call," I lied quickly.

"Oh. I'm sorry that I didn't call recently. My mother has been watching over me like a hawk," he said. I nodded.

"I see."

"Yeah. When can we meet?" he asked. I shrugged.

"It doesn't matter to me," I muttered.

"Great," he said, and hung up. I grunted, and slammed the phone down. Finally, when I have the greatest day of my life with Brad, Brian has to intrude. I shuffled downstairs, and waited for him in the living room. He stormed through the door, his eyes scanning the room until they fell upon me. He smiled ear to ear, and ran over to hug me. I slowly put my arms around him.

"I know it's been so long," he whispered, kissing my cheek. I closed my eyes, nodded, and pulled away from him. He took my hand, and gingerly kissed it.

"So, what have you been up to?" he asked casually, sitting down on the couch. I shrugged.

"Nothing," I muttered, clapping my hands together, and pressed them to my lips. Brian turned to me.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No, not at all," I mumbled, standing up. He smiled.

"Let's go up to your room, I don't want Zach to over hear our conversation," he said, smiling sheepishly, and took my hand and led me up to my room. He shut the door behind him, and fixed his eyes on me. I sat down on my bed, and sighed. He raised his eyebrows, and slithered over to me. He got onto my bed, and crawled over to me.

"You missed me, didn't you?" he asked, his words said after a kiss. I smiled weakly, and nodded.

"How good you feel in my arms," he groaned, embracing me and kissing my neck. I wanted to squirm out of his grip, but he held onto me tightly. I suppressed a cry, and let him do what he wanted until I had enough. He lowered my head to the pillow, and sat on his knees, and stared down at me, a crazed look in his eyes. What was going on? Why was he looking like that? He smiled devilishly, and kissed me again, his hands going to the button on my jeans. At that moment, it sounded like a million different alarm clocks had went of in my head. I shook my head, and scooted back.

"No, no, I can't," I sputtered, thinking how guilty I would feel if I had betrayed Brad like that. Brian moaned angrily.

"Why won't you just let it happen?" he whined. I turned to him sharply.

"Because Brian, I'm not sex starved. I would rather wait," I retorted. He sighed, and flopped on his back.

"I'm sorry, I just missed you so much," he breathed, running his fingers through his hair.

"I missed you too Brian, but. . . " my voice trailed off. He sat up.

"I know, I should have taken that into consideration," he mumbled, and grabbed my waist, pulling me towards him. I closed my eyes, and his lips on my hair.

We sat there for a few minutes, not saying anything, but communicated with silence. After some time, Brian stood up, and looked at me.

"I'm sorry I've been so pressuring about. . ." I nodded.

"It will happen Brian, but I'm just not ready." I felt guilty. I was lying to Brian. I was telling him that I wasn't ready, when I had done it with Brad just earlier. A pang of guilt settled into my chest.

"I better be going, I'll see you soon," he said, and kissed me one last time before he left the room. Once I had head the front door close, I leaped to my phone, and dialed Brad's number.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Brian was just over here." He sighed.

"What happened?"

"He tried to sleep with me, again, and he got mad, but then we just sat there and he left."

"I see. Well, did he have any suspicions?"

"No."

"OK, well then, we're safe for now," he said.

"Thanks," I muttered, and hung up. I flopped on my bed, and stared up at the ceiling. I sighed, and stood up to get into my pajamas. I crawled into bed, and thought about Brian and Brad. Who to choose?