~Kori's POV~

There was something about falling that fascinated me to no end as a child. I remember how I would used to jump from tree limbs and the stairwells of my home to get that adrenaline rush from falling again. It was...exciting. Only now, it frightened me. The falling it felt like...death. Like instead of me falling, the floor was rising up to punch me and cover my body with black and blue bruises of collision.

Only that didn't happen.

I landed with an oomf on someone and we both fell to the floor. I heard my bad land a foot or two away from myself and my savior.

"Ugh," I heard the voice say and I sat up to find that I had landed on top of Mori. I scrambled to get off of him. After both of us stood up, I stared at him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked and he rubbed his back.

"Looking for you," he responded and I deftly nodded.

"And that would be because...?"

"Cole and David are worried."

"That would make sense," I sighed and then looked at Mori again, remembering his bruise from before. "Umm...are you okay?" I asked and he nodded but I saw his hand move towards his stomach. "Sorry about that; falling on you. I was surprised by some clapping I heard. Was that...you?" Mori shook his head and I furrowed my eyes brows a bit in concentration. Sighing in defeat, I walked towards my bag to pick it up. "Do you mind coming with me to the alcoves? I left my back pack over there." Mori shrugged and I began to walk towards the alcove to retrieve my bag.

"How'd you find this place?" Mori asked as I picked up my bag and I shrugged.

"I was walking around to find a place no all in the open so I could set my stuff down without threat of nosy people and I walked into the alcove," I replied as I tried to balance my blocks bag and my school bag. Wordlessly, Mori took my school bag and started to walk away and I had to jog a bit to catch up with him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he responded quietly and I shrugged at his lack of conversation. Really quiet guy but it suited him in the sense; he only spoke if he had a point to be proven. But then why did he argue with me in the clinic? What was the point of pissing me off like that? For his own entertainment? No, not possible; who would enjoy bitching at me for no reason at all? There has got to be some kind of reason for that. What was it? Did he actually enjoy my company? How idiotic of a suggestion! What sane creature on this earth would enjoy my babbling?

"...blocks for?" I snapped my gaze up to his and realized that he was talking to me.

"...huh?" I asked and I swear on chocolate cake that he rolled his eyes.

"What are the blocks for?" He asked again and I looked down, a tad bit embarrassed.

"Well, you know how some people learn differently and dissect problems in a certain way? Since I was a kid, my dad would give these little blocks whenever I was frustrated or angry and told me to 'turn my problem into something productive' and I suppose he meant for me to just shut up and make a castle but I took it a different way. Instead, I began writing my problems on the blocks and would end up making castles staring with the root of the problem or a block with a certain word or phrase written on it. Then I would figure out what I could do to 'build a tower' or solve the problem. It's more of a technique to calm me down and think but I like it," I explained quietly.

"Reasonable." I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He wasn't even being sarcastic; Mori was being full on serious about it not being a big deal. Like it was normal for a fifteen year old to carry around an old bag filled with old wooden blocks for ages three and up.

"I suppose so. My dad thought I would outgrow it by the time I was ten but when that didn't happen, he kinda just let me do whatever so long as I didn't cause a scene or whatever," I said. "I bet it was odd, though, to be a huge business conglomerate with a daughter who played with wooden blocks," I said. "I mean, everyone knows I'm supposed to inherit the company and shit but it must be quite embarrassing for my father to always -"

"You're inheriting the business?" Mori questioned and I turned to him.

"Well, yeah I am. Why?"

"What about David?" Mori asked and I laughed.

"Oh, David can't because-"

"KORIIIIIIII~!" A voice interrupted my sentence and I had just enough time to see my brother come barreling into me with Cole casually walking behind him.

"I was so worried about you and I was afraid that maybe you were kidnapped or taken or drugged or raped or-" He didn't get to finish is worriment because I punched him in the face. Not too hard but hard enough to get him to shut up.

"What the hell was that for?" David growled while holding his cheek.

"For talking excessively. I told Cole where I was going, didn't I?" I asked and looked up at Cole who appeared a bit sheepish.

"I might've forgotten," Cole replied, scratching the back of his neck. I glared at the both of them. I snatched my bag from Mori and proceeded down the hall, the all three of them tailing after me.

"Kori, where are you going?" David called after me exasperatedly.

"I'll be fine! After all, you just forgot about me for, what, an hour? Maybe two? If you were so fucking worried you would've bothered to ask sooner rather than when it was most convenient of your time. Next time, don't bother; I'll find my own ride home." I shouted over my shoulder, bitterness coursing through my veins. I didn't need to even see their faces to know that Cole and David were hurt.

"Kori, that's going out of line a bit-" I interrupted Cole before he could try to reason with me.

"Ya know what? Let's go home. I'm tired," I said as I walked towards the entrance. I could hear David calling one of the other club members to tell them that they had found me and that they were heading home. I practically slammed the door to the limo. Why am I so angry all of a sudden? It's not like that they had left me here. They did seem genuinely worried but they forgot about me for two hours and then decided to freak out about it last minute. I checked my phone and winced at the number of texts and calls. I checked my voicemail and found out that the first twenty messages were angry but the next couple were genuine frustration and worry. Dammit. That was way out of line. And now they probably won't even talk to you. Great. Fucking brilliant Kori. Way to go. And after they did so much for you. What is the matter with you? They should just put you back into therapy. Better yet, they should just chuck you into the loony bin. What did they tell was wrong? Hyper sensitive or some shit? Whatever. Not like Dad would let that happen.

I was jarred from my thoughts when David and Col entered the car. The silence was unbearable as we drove home and I could tell that it wouldn't get any better because the second we all got home, we parted our separate ways without even going to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat first. It had always been routine that we would come home from school, go to one person's house, and eat whatever the hell was in their kitchen for a snack then wait until dinner.

After shutting my door, I sank to my carpeted floor and sighed. I really don't know how to control what the hell I say, do I? Of course not. Because that's all a part of my "charm" as Dad put it. More like the lack thereof.

"Let's cool down and then think about what to say to them," I told myself as I got up and walked towards my desk to do my homework for the day.

"So you got unreasonably angry and then shouted at them, went to your room and now it's around twelve A. M. your time and eight A. M. my time and I'm hiding from my teachers to help you with family advice?"

"...yes."

"Let me be the first in this new day for you to call you an idiot," Lissa teased while I winced.

"Yes, I understand that I'm an idiot. Now help me."

"Why don't you just go and say sorry? I mean, if you're still up I bet he is, too."

"Why do you say that?" I asked as I rolled around on my bed.

"Because you two are basically twins except for the fact that you two are like, one or two years apart."

"So that means what? That I should be able to say sorry and that he should be able to forgive me? Yeah right. He probably doesn't even want to see me!"

"Or maybe he does. Listen, I have to go; the janitor is about to find me. You better go and apologize."

"But Lissa-" A dial tone droned into my ear and I sighed and put my phone down. I got up and headed towards my door and then stepped into the hall, ready to face my brother. To my surprise, my brother was still up. Doing nothing but staring at the ceiling and listening to an old CD of his.

"Davey?" I called quietly. I heard him shift on his bed, the sheets sounding with his movements.

"Kori?" He whispered back and I walked into the room, shutting the door behind me.

"...can I sit down?" I asked as I stood at the closed door. Since I didn't hear a yes or no, I walked towards his bed and sat down, the mattress dipped with my weight. David sat up and laid his head on the bed's headboard.

"Kori, it's twelve A. M. ; what do you need?" David asked quietly, the tiredness showing in his voice.

"You know I'm sorry right?" I asked as I laid down, the bed making a slight poof noise. I could hear David sigh as he stood up on the bed and rearranged himself to lie down next to me.

"Yeah, I know," David replied as he smacked my arm. "I'm sure Cole knows too." I could feel the bitterness that his words dripped in.

"You can't stay angry at him forever, Davey," I sigh exasperatedly.

"I know that but he still hasn't apologized," David said stubbornly. Sleep made my eyelids droop and I could tell David was feeling the same.

"Because...you're not...letting him," I responded, a large yawn making its way into the conversation. David grunted and then covered us both in his thick blanket.

"We should probably sleep seeing we have school tomorrow," David said, somehow able to sound coherent when completely sleep deprived.

"Yeah...sure...okay..." And my eyelids closed to the sound of a knock at David's door and a conversation between my brother and Cole.

Sorry about the crappy chapter. To be honest, I have been out of it. Oh and sorry about this being two months late. Really distracted. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Look at the siblings! :) xD I'm on summer break now so I hope that I can be cranking out more chapters because I have a lot of spare time. I literally am not doing anything right now. Anyway: favorite, follow, or review if you liked this (shitty) story. Thanks. K. Bye.