Bryn descends the stairs, stretching her tights up around her thighs. Hangs onto the banister for life and counts the steps to calm herself. She just finished rummaging through her room, searching for any sort of denser clothing to go outside with to ward off the cold but only succeeded in finding the filthy jacket she'd worn to practice earlier. It was completely ruined so there wasn't much use in it any longer.

While she was unsuccessful in that, she was rushing to Steven's apartment in her oldest Doc Martens and her pajamas (an autographed Girl in a Coma tee and gym shorts she's has since her stay in Italy.) She knew she looked like more of a mess than usual but Steven wouldn't just joke and say something like that. He wasn't that stupid.

She thought of flicking on a light but knew it'd wake one of the maids, which would wake Harper in a domino effect, who'd send her back to her room since she was still technically grounded. And who knows what would happen to Steven?

Bryn made it to the base of the stairs and grabs her keys, twisting the doorknob quietly. Allowing silver streaks of moonlight to pour inside before she slid out, shutting the door behind her, unnoticed.

The wind like she'd known was freezing and made her shiver as soon as she came out. It was as if her block was suddenly deserted in the ocean. She'd been smart enough to already call the family driver and the limo waited on the curb, saving her from running the cold streets. The gates were unlocked due to her forgetfulness but she'd secure them when she returned.

She ran to the limo and heard the driver unlock the doors. She fell in, collapsed in the dark leather, and slammed the door. The driver turns around, his face was dark in a forced smile. "Where to –"

"Steven's place!" Bryn commands, beating him to the question. "A block down from Antonio's bar! His building never has its lights on at night. Pretty much the projects. You can't miss it."

The man blinks at her franticness and drove out into the dark of the city, reaching the building in due time. As soon as she recognized his building, she left the car and hurried up the creaky steps while attempting to light one of the cigars she stole from her father's room. She made it to his door – the only way she knew it was his because of the S.A he carved in the grain when he first moved in so whenever he would get drunk he wouldn't forget it was his.

He'd already paid the fines for breaking windows for trying to get into his 'casa.'

Bryn held the buzzer and grimaced at the noise. No one came to answer. Bryn rose a brow and pressed an ear to the door. Her fear overpowering might as she bit on her lower lip. She raps her knuckles along the wood. "Steven?" she calls and felt instantly useless at her tone. She needed to be louder but couldn't find her voice in this situation. "Come on, man. You're really freakin' me out now!"

If only Matt were here. He was better at punching sense into people than she was.

When she shook the doorknob, the door wheezed open. Bryn sighs, letting herself in and gagged at what she saw.

The house stank of cheap liquor, cigarettes buds spilt across the floors from numerous boxes, crushed beer and soda cans overflowing from a garbage bag in the main room. A hamper of dirty clothes and a jacket left in the path of the bathroom. Chip bags and candy wrappers littered the carpets. She maneuvers through the mess in disgust, checking the kitchen and bathroom to see only bigger messes. She approaches his bedroom and found various orange tablets on his bed, and finally Steven on the floor.

She held her chest in a hard fist. "Shit, it finally happened."

He was laid beside an empty Heineken bottle. His blonde hair matted across his sweaty forehead and one of his eyes half-open, the eyelid flickered desperately. He attempted to smile but couldn't. Bryn fought the urge to scream at just seeing him lying like a crippled man. She slowly knelt and was unfazed when she saw him in only a uniform shirt and boxers. Checked his wrists and touched her head to his chest for a heartbeat. Watching too much Grey's Anatomy might've just paid off.

His entire form wracked with shivers and he mumbled imperceptibly.

She shut her eyes tight, shakily got to her feet, and rooted through his dresser, just managing to find sweats. She righted him and helped him with them as his head lolled onto her shoulder, his breath rank. "Just kill –" He hacks onto her neck and she grabs his chin to direct him off. "The … pain."

She swung his lanky arm over her shoulder and fought to pull his motionless body up. She slouches and nearly collapses when his weight meets her. "It's alright," she coaxs like a mother would. "I'll get you to Lenox-Hill just help me here." Some of his weight shifted off her and she limped outside and carefully down the steps, feet quaking.

The chauffeur had gotten out and opened the door for her, stared at Steven but did not utter another word. He helped her with Steven the littlest he could. "Lenox-Hill?"

She nods, helping her limp friend into the back and shoving his legs back. "Please." The man rushes to his seat and Bryn returns in, shutting the door. She yanks Steven's head in her lap with a hopeful smile, scraping fingers through his hair. "It'll be okay, Adler." She thought his stage-name would make him smile but she received nothing, she sighs and tosses the cigar out the window. Her smile fades when she saw the hospital charging into view but the sight only brought relief.

As soon as they were parked in front, she races to the counter and left the driver to wait. An older woman held a phone to her ear and lowered it when she saw Bryn at her desk. "What do you need, dear? Visiting hours are –"

Bryn finished panting and nodded. "My friend … he's out and had an overdose or something … I just found him at his apartment and … someone has to get him before he gets worse. Please, please," The woman nods to her every word and her gaze suddenly became sympathetic.

"Alright, hon." she says with a nod, punching keys into her work phone, "We need nurses and a stretcher immediately. No, no, you can't get Taco Bell right now, Diane. This is an emergency."

Bryn wanted to smile but didn't have the power to. She watches two skinny nurses wheel a stretcher to the limo and grab Steven together before propping him onto the gurney.

She hurries to thank the receptionist and follows the nurses. She snuck a glance at Steven and observes him ruefully, feeling wetness on her cheeks. She made sure no one saw her tears before hurrying after the gurney and what her friend had become.

X

Javier lit one of his stripper's herbal cigarettes as he kicks the tin off his priceless coffee table. He had new girls in his penthouse every night but the only one he really desired was that Blackwell. Bryn Blackwell. Who he had the chance to seduce until her friend came around. What was his name? Bruce? Christian? It didn't matter. He had better things on his mind like trying to get Bryn to fall back into his arms. But as much as he wanted to continue his routine of meeting a girl, bringing her home, and dumping her shortly after.

He didn't want to do that with her. He dumped the casual girls that dressed the same, acted the same, and had the same annoying tones but she was different and he liked that.

He had to admire her for being daring enough to actually brush his hand when he attempted to seduce her when she was the one in the corset but he failed when she left him standing around like a fool. Either way he was pretty sure he'd see her again when she went out for lunch.

Are you wondering why the great Javier Dominguez is up with a meaningless slut? He had nothing better to do at 3 AM. Most of his 'friends' were sleeping and Claire was probably curling her hair or doing her nails like the priss she was.

We all know Claire may act like royalty but all know she isn't. She will never be as grand as the impeccable Lady Di or the beautiful and talented Grace, no matter how hard she wishes.

"Oh, Javi baby," the bottle blonde purrs, rubbing circles into his thigh suggestively. "Why don't we take this … somewhere else?"

Javier looked at her emotionlessly before sipping sweet wine. "No thanks," he answers with sarcastic politeness. "Maybe later or you can try the guys who live below. They'd fuck on a dime if they have to."

Instead of getting mad or offended like he expected her to, she shrugs and giggles, sliding on her cheap heels before skipping out the door. "Kay! Later, babe!" He made sure she was gone as he went to lock the door. Javier sighs and couldn't help but chuckle. What an idiot, he thought and returned to drinking.

Their seemed to be no other intelligent girls out here other than the two who roomed below him and Bryn. Other than those they were all idiots. One of the girls downstairs, Winnifred, wouldn't let him get close enough without bringing up religion and saying doing this won't be right or doing that would be against God's wishes, she was plain annoying. The other, Rose Marie, he'd also tried getting with was practically glued to some guy in his Spanish class. Tinsley had her eye on Bryn's brother, so he believes Bryn is the only one available.

Not that she's much of a letdown. She was a better choice out of the girls he knew were left. No sarcasm intended or needed.

All he needed to do was catch her eye again.

That won't be too hard, right?

Right?

X

Bryn yawns into her palm and slouches in the diagnosis room. The lights were dimmed and a foggy screen glowed. The doctor stares down the ultrasound, his eyes on the board as the film zooms in on what looked like a bean. The doctor fumbles with his glasses and despite the lighting, she saw the color drain from his face. Bryn straightens in her chair and blinks at the doctor. "Hey, Doc, what happened? Is he alright?" she asks, digging her nails into the bare skin of her thigh.

The man sighs, shook his head, and murmurs something before turning to her. "This young man, Steven Adler, has been diagnosed with acute pancreatitis," he murmurs, closing his droopy eyes as Adler lay on the cot. He switches off the monitor and Bryn took that as a sign to listen. He continues at the question in Bryn's eyes. "Acute pancreatitis is usually diagnosed with the abuse of alcohol. In severe cases, he'd need intensive surgery and would have to be on dialysis for the remainder of his life." He gazes at the half-conscious Adler. "The pancreas is usually the size of a fist. Drinking and extensive abuse have caused his pancreas to become the size of a football. It's impossible to live without your pancreas and it can't be removed. It digests food and the juices inside him have flooded and left second – even third-degree burns on the insides of his body causing pain from his chest to his thighs."

She felt like bursting into tears but didn't want to embarrass herself further. Only swallowed the knot in her throat and stared at the dark screen. Not having the will to meet the doctor's eyes. "Will he be okay?" she questions, leaning over Adler to see if he was still breathing. It felt like a relief to see his chest heaving.

The man didn't shake his head or nod. "I can't be sure. It's quite rare to see someone survive something as perilous as this." He stops at detecting the horror on her face. "However, it's possible he could but surgery isn't healthy right away so he'd need a few inpatient days to detox. Is that alright with you?"

Bryn nods and sighs. "Sure," she answers, touching Steven's arm from seeing him hold himself into a better position, eyes wide. They weren't the way they usually were considering the glaze. "Is that normal?"

The doctor nods. "I stabilized him so he may appear a tad lost. He should be fine for the night, hopefully." The room phone rang and the doctor reached for it. "I'll be right down." He hung it in the cradle and turned to Bryn. "I'll return shortly just get a nurse if his condition worsens." He flicked the light on. Steven groaned, shielding his eyes from the glare. The man leaves the room without another word.

Steven pats Bryn's knee to catch her attention and she turns to him. He motions with his backhand for her to approach, running fingers along his chest. "C'mere, Bryn," he slurs, medicine taking effect. "I gotta ask you somethin'."

Bryn stood from her seat, standing with tired eyes. "What's wrong, Steven?" she inquires, snaking a hand through her hair. "You okay?"

Steven shook his head and yawns. "Yeah, yeah, but I wanna ask somethin'," he says, looking confused at Bryn's matching gaze. "Did I ever do somethin' so fucked that ended me here? Because iss like I deserve to be 'ere." Bryn's eyes shined with tears, the harsh lights accenting them. "Can you answer that?"

Bryn choked on laughter that soon became sobs. "No." She wipes her eyes. Steven opens his arms and instantly she was in his embrace, crushing herself to him and soaking her shirt with ultrasound gel. Her face in his throat as she shivers with tears. What was she doing? She was the one with the heart of stone. And here she was breaking down in Steven's arms, coughing and shaking. "No, y-you never did anything wrong, it's my fault. All my fault."

Steven held her tighter. "I doubt, like, it's your fault," he mumbles, patting one of her quivering shoulders with his free hand. "You're too nice … even if I do die. Can I ask a request?"

Bryn nods against him. "Yes …" She hacks through her tears, unable to do anything but hug the drummer.

Steven blinks. "Huh?"

Bryn raises her head, a tear dripping on his naked shoulder. "Yes."

Steven pushes her off so their eyes could meet, his gaze piercing. It was unexpected to see how tough he could get in seconds. "Meet me in heaven," he requests in complete solemnity. "so when I die I could still see you … can you do that?"

Bryn nods sadly, shoulders falling. "I can," The tears grew warm and stopped dry. "I promise."

Steven smiles in genuine relief. "Now, I wanna rest. See you." He shut his eyes and fell back like nothing happened. She admired him for that as she left the room, shoving through the staff and patients, who stared as she jogged the halls. She took out her phone and searched her contacts, picking the only one that could help. Clutched her ribs as tears stung her chin and begged for an answer as the droning rings felt endless in her head.

"Mmhmm?" the reply finally came.

"M-M-Matt," Bryn stammers, rushing through the antiseptic halls. "C-C-Can you come and meet me in front of Lenox? Please, it's an e-emergency."

X

After hearing those words, Matt stretched and got off the couch, scraped his fingers through his bedhead and checked the time on the television. He heard angry people and Bryn's sobs on the other end. "What happened? You alright? Is Harper alright?" Another choke and a click of a lighter echoed from her side. "Bryn, talk to me here."

She choked on what he assumed were words and sobs combined. "Can you just please come down here? I'd r-rather tell you if you were here. Please, please … get here." He slid on his jacket over his wifebeater and striped pajama pants. Not that he's dressed worse before. His mother had a late schedule. He'd be fine if she wasn't home.

He lit a cigarette to keep himself busy, stole the family car-keys off the desk. "I'll be right there just hold on." he assures, pulling on his sneakers, tying the dirty laces into knots. He heard a click and deposited his phone in his pocket. Sighing, descending the stairs out of his apartment. Why would she be so upset? She seemed miserable, devastated. Was it something her mother done? Or maybe Steven but that couldn't be.

He went out the door and checked the time before he locked the door. It was nearing four. Who would be up this early anyway? He certainly wasn't. Valium does magic tricks and he usually wouldn't be up until his alarm woke him for school. Goddamn.

From a good distance, he unlocks the car with a beep, bolting into the street and opening the door. Sets the key in the ignition, twists it, and listens to the roar of life. Opens the glove compartment, looks for spare cigarettes as he breathes into the night. He twists back and looks around before driving for the hospital.

What he did for his friends.

X

Bryn didn't hesitate to quit sobbing as she collapses against the marble pillars of the hospital she couldn't wait to leave. She didn't want to call her driver because she'd already sent him home. Maybe if Matt didn't come she could just sleep in the waiting room. Damn, though, it was freezing. She could've at least taken one of Harper's jackets. He wouldn't have noticed its absence, he had thousands. She massaged what heat she had into her knees while balancing the cigarette in her teeth.

It was embarrassing to say the least because she couldn't even smoke right. She was too disturbed and just hoped to wake in her bed, realizing this was just a terrible dream and when she'd be in school the next morning, she'd see Steven, chewing wheat like the country boy he pretended to be on Tuesdays.

The screech of tires returns Bryn to her senses as she coughs smoke. She didn't bother looking. It was probably a late worker coming to their shift. Man, she'd sure hate to have a shift this early.

Frantic footsteps rush to her and a shadow looms overhead. She squints and tries to light her cigarette a second time when suddenly someone knelt before her, took her cigarette, and stubbed it. "Bryn," the voice said. The breath of cigarettes and coffee. "You alright?"

Bryn knew the voice. "No." she mumbles as Matt helps her to stand. "I – Steven's in the hospital … he had an overdose or –" She dug her nails in Matt's arm and the tears continued. "He has pancreatitis and he might die, Matt!" Matt flinches at the grip. Who knew someone so small could have such a rock-hard grip? "I won't be able to deal with that! I l-love him! I never want one of my closest friends to die!" Her nails fell as she wraps her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. Matt pats her back, saying nothing in an attempt to comfort her.

He sighs and suddenly she slumps against him. He caught her and carefully led her to his car as he wipes the tears on her face. This was the worse he'd seen Bryn in a while. She was so devastated by Steven, she actually admitted to love. It wasn't romantic love but just the intense love that is felt for a good friend. He was the only person keeping everyone else sane and if he wasn't around –

What would happen?

X

Floria paces through class as the sun rose from the clouds. She bit her Danish and props her denim bag onto an unoccupied desk in Accounting. She shared this class with Bryn but didn't see her in the halls today. She also heard Steven and Matt weren't in either. But that didn't surprise her much, they were probably skipping together but something sad was not even Harper had seen her, her own brother. Her twin.

And Harper was just as worried because she didn't even call despite the many times he had through the early hours. Floria found it a tad inconsiderate but she knew that's just the way Bryn was sometimes but she worried for her rebellious companion as much as anyone else.

But she knew Matt would take care of Bryn because he knew her best so that took a heavy burden off all shoulders when he was around for her. Harper and her always tried to be around too but she only opened up to either Steven or Matt (sometimes Floria depending on the situation) and they'd usually talk it over in a bar, downing shots.

The teacher gave each person a worksheet. She took a look out the window and rose her chin to the ceiling, releasing an exerted yawn, a ruler snapped on her desk, pulling her out of daydreams. Her Accounting teacher, Mrs. Forman, frowns down at her, patting her page. "Answer these, Floria. No dillydallying."

Ew, dillydallying? Who says that anymore?

Floria grabs her pen and nods, scribbling answers she didn't bother to think of as Mrs. Forman wobbles away. Floria continues to not pay attention to what she was writing. Before placing her paper on the teacher's desk, sitting back, and putting her head in her hands when was that damn bell gonna ring? It's been nearly thirty minutes she couldn't wait to get out of class and school –

Why couldn't she have a life like that girl in the Twilight books? Who somehow gets both guys. The vampire books sure are twisted when both a werewolf and vampire could fall for a scrawny punk teen who turns beautiful, gets the 'perfect' spouse and child and –

Riiiiiiiiing

Floria startles, scooping up her books and jogging out the door and into the marble halls. She'd get detention tomorrow but didn't care. She may not even be in whether Bryn comes in or not. She's tired of the drama. These last weeks have been hectic enough. Skipping a few days wouldn't be so bad.

Hayden waves at Floria but she ignores it. Floria flew through the giant ivory doors and yells for a cab, instructing the driver to Williamsburg.

It's been so long since she hasn't regretted one of her decisions.

And you know what? It felt pretty damn good.

X

Matt and Bryn walk to school, both in their uniforms with barely an hour left in the school day. After nearly ingesting a full bottle of Advil, he managed to drag Bryn out of his house before she could die on his couch. They were both mentally and physically exhausted. Her cloudy black eyeliner and cherry lipstick faded, hair in knots and eyes tired. It just hasn't been an easy week.

He looked equally bad having a newsboy hat over his unwashed hair, sleepless indents wreathed around his eyes. They looked like two druggies out of the Addams Family. They should've just stayed back in his house, watching crappy MTV music videos. Who'd really want to go to school when you're feeling like shit?

Matt yawns in the distance. He scored an absence note from his mother after claiming stomach pains. "Hey, Bryn," he calls, trying for a cigarette. "Want a light?" He sounded like an addict but that was the only thing on his mind now, pills and cigarettes. He didn't want to end in Steven's position but it was the only thing that would keep him temporarily lucid.

Bryn chokes on air and her eyelids flicker. "No." she answers, shoving him off. "Gotta get to class, I'm exhausted." She raises an eyebrow and scratches her scalp with cold fingers. "You goin'?"

Matt looks at the cigarette and threw it, watching it roll into the sewer. "Not yet," he answers, not sounding as tired. "I'm gonna get something to eat. I might check if Vena's around."

Instead of a disgusted comment, Bryn pumps an unenthusiastic fist. "Have fun." she mutters, cracking her knuckles. "Tell me how it goes." She heads toward Constance. Not even bothering for a goodbye.

Matt lit another cigarette before tossing his lighter into the road, where a beaten Jeep drove over it, crushing it into bits.

He wasn't going to look for Vena today (no matter how much he wanted to) or get himself a burger because his appetite wasn't on him. The only thing he wanted to do was tell off Steven. Despite that being out of character for him, he was furious, stressed, and exhausted. And those three don't make the best mix. Unless in Nirvana playlists.

He walks the distance to Lenox-Hill, checking in with the receptionist to get a pass to see his supposed friend, who'd just come from a second diagnosis. A surgery was supposedly said to be performed later unless his condition improves.

Matt walks through the medical corridors in search of his idiot friend who instead of calling him called Bryn. Bryn. Out of all people, he told her he was sick and was diagnosed with a disease liable to kill him.

While he was knocked out from a day of school, Bryn called him in tears (something she'd never stand to admit) pleading him to come to the hospital. When he had gotten there, Bryn was already sobbing and choking on a cigarette, saying she wouldn't want him to die and that she loved his druggie friend more than anything. She crushed herself to him and continued violently sobbing, stopping only when she'd worn herself out.

To make Bryn cry that hard is tough. You'd have to do something terrible and that's just what Steven did. He came close to dying and managed to nearly kill Bryn in fear because of it.

Matt stops in the doorpost, looking in to find a wide-awake Steven in a hospital gown. He enters with a scowl to meet his sober gaze, having a bedhead and a face glistening with sweat. He looked healthy but was obviously not. "Hey, Matt, what's up?" he asks, which only fueled his anger. How could he act so calm?

"Don't say shit, Steven," Matt snarls, dropping his bag to approach the confused drummer. "You're in a hospital and the best you can say is what's up? Do you even know how you got here?"

Steven shook his head, the grin disappearing. "No? But I sure know I'm in a hell of a lot a pain." He chuckles for his joke to die in the silence. "Why?"

Matt sighs, taking off his hat and dusting it. "Bryn brought you here." he answers, still scowling, he saw Steven's eyes grow with concern. "She called me at four in the morning … sobbing because of shit you told her while you were doped and now she's miserable. Great job, by the way. I thought David was the only one of our friends to screw her life up."

Steven groans to meet Matt's eyes as he brings himself into a sitting position. Eager sparkling in his amber irises. "What'd I say? Did she tell you?"

Matt shook his head. "She was too freaked, I couldn't get much out of her but you fucked up, Steven. And if you're gonna keep doing drugs, keep Bryn and I out of it. I don't want this happening again. You know what? This better not happen again –" He points at him with a look that could shatter glass. "If it does, you better bid farewell to the balls you don't have. Don't expect me at your funeral." He put his hat back on and turned for the door. "Goodbye, Steven."

Steven didn't say anymore. He could only stare at Matt's retreating, leather-clad back as he disappeared out the door.

He sure had a lot to think about.

X

A week later, Adler is ejected from the hospital, Harper spends more time with Vena as does Matt while Floria continues skipping school. It was surprisingly normal enough for the Upper East Siders. Or as normal as anything could get around here.

Bryn leans against Constance's outerwall, lighting her third cigarette of the day. She was sure an addict. Would she be like this when she was older? Die in a sleazy hotel like Jani Lane? She had a band to hold together, a brother to support and protect, a life to keep normal.

Bryn met the cloudless sky, hoping the morning bell could ring so she could teach Tinsley more basics. She had to stop worrying about Steven because he'd be fine despite the druggie he was. And if Matt didn't worry than she had no need to. He'd be fine.

Hopefully.

Bryn checks her phone. Someone's fists meet the walls on either side of her. A tall someone towers over her shoulders and their hot breath sent shivers down her neck. She looks to find Steven standing before her, who was obviously healthy enough to leave the hospital. And not on dialysis. His baseball cap hides his hair and blonde stubble was growing in. But he did look normal.

"Steven?" Bryn asks, flicking her cigarette stub. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?"

Steven shook his head. "I'm kinda healthy again. My pancreas, it's normal." He looks at Bryn, who seemed on the verge of tears. "Bryn, I'm sorry. I said a load of shit to you and if I did anything else, I'm so sorry. Can't you just give me another chance?"

Bryn slung her arms around Steven and stumbles into his chest, listening to the calm rhythm of his heart that was no longer thundering like approaching lightning. Steven wasn't drugged. Bryn nods against his embrace and looks back up. "As long as you never do all those drugs or drink again."

Steven grins and brought his fingers beneath her chin, kneeling to stare her in the eye. "Promise." he advises as he leans into her. Their foreheads practically touching. "It's gonna be pretty hard though. Rockers' Honor."

She didn't know what controlled her to this. Lust, relief, impulse –

Bryn was on her toes and they were kissing, her arms around his neck and his reaching her waist. After a few moments, they broke apart with laughter, showing that the kiss meant nothing. It was only on impulse after all.

X

Harper slams his locker closed to meet Tinsley's enchanting green eyes staring back passionately. She would've made a great model. Nearly Kate Moss-esque. He felt like he'd never be able to live up to her being only a Blackwell child, the complete opposite of his twin. Negativity aside, he smiles. "Hey, what's up?"

Tinsley smiles as an answer and they both head out into the courtyard as her smile doesn't leave. True affection. "It's been awhile since we've spoken and you've been with Vena a lot lately, too."

Harper's face darkens as he notices jocks and the others from his sports' team. Pointing at the two and chuckling like fools, he looks around to see them all holding their phones over their faces. What was going on? They'd better be talking about someone else, it better not be about him or Tinsley –

"Oooooh, Haaaarper!" A girl having already faked sweetness yells. Vena, hair yanked in a ponytail, shoves past Tinsley to reach Harper. She held her silver Nokia and shook it like a banner. Radiance in her gaze. "You have to see this! You won't believe what Gossip Bee said about Tinsley! It's hilarious!"

She shoves her phone into Harper's hands and he skims Gossip Bee's blast without a choice. His brows furrowing when he turns to Tinsley.

Sweet T doesn't seem so sweet, huh? Maybe because she has an STD from her wild days, perhaps? I would love to know if she slept with H yet which wouldn't surprise me because she slept with nearly every guy at boarding school. She had to get kicked out somehow. Mm, all good things must come to an end after all. Just don't give Angel H, alright? We'd all like a piece of that.

Not wanting to read anymore, he returns Vena her phone and walks off. Leaving the two behind without another word.

Tinsley's eyes went wild and she screams after Harper. He didn't look back as he turns the block. Vena smirks pleasantly at Tinsley and struts away, leaving a reality-struck Tinsley standing in the middle of a laughing crowd. All of them pointing, jeering, spreading rumors and calling her rude names.

Her life was officially over sta –

Now.