Adam Torres knew he really needed to swallow his pride for what he was about to do. After breaking up his best friends, Clare Edwards and Eli Goldsworthy, he felt guilty as all hell, and was dwelling the eventual confrontation that was sure to go down between him and Eli. But unfortunately for him, Clare had insisted that they have their talk right now. As in, today.

Adam definitely knew Eli well enough to know that he would be enraged. An enraged Eli is something that Adam had much experience with... but he'd never had the enraged emotion directed at him, and, honestly, he was terrified. Eli, Clare, and Adam had been the "Misfits" since the day Adam met them, and the idea of Adam ruining that friendship AND Clare and Eli's relationship was too much to bear.

Adam decided he might as well confront Eli now, before he lost his courage. He knew exactly where the other boy would be (outside, by the steps) and headed directly there.

As predicted, Eli stood, scowling, with his iPod blasting and his arms crossed angrily over each other. This was typical brooding Eli, with his "Come by me, and I will kill you" lazers on fry. Taking a nervous, deep breath, Adam tapped Eli on the shoulder and steeled himself for the disaster about to happen.

"Um... Eli, can I talk to you?" Adam muttered, avoiding the taller, dark-haired boy's eyes, which were visibly puffy. Not quite as bad as Clare's were, but still, enough to notice.

Eli's face hardened. "No, Adam, girlfriend-stealer, you may not. Clare's not into you. She's not a lesbian."

"Eli... you don't mean what you're saying," Adam whispered. "I'm not stealing her from you... and I'm not a girl. So it doesn't matter if Clare's not a lesbian..."

"Actually, Gracie, I DO know what I'm saying. You're just a dyke who's after my girl. And you're fucking delusional if you think that Clare would ever be with you. She loves me, Adam. I don't fucking want to talk to you," Eli shouted, his voice getting louder and louder as he got more and more upset with Adam.

"My name's not fucking Gracie! Eli, you're just upset, you need to calm down. You're just manic, okay? It'll be okay. I didn't steal your girlfriend, Eli. I never fucking wanted this to happen," Adam responded in as calm of a voice as he could muster. Eli was the last person that Adam figured would go to such a low blow as to call him by his birth name. He knew that Eli was clearly just angry, but it hurt more than he had thought it would.

"You've been fucking plotting this for a long time, Gracie," Eli sneered, an angry look crossing his face. "Fuck you, Gracie Torres. You have fucked up my life, and, you know what? I'm done with life. Congratulations."

A determined (but frightening) look on his face, Eli grabbed his keys and got into Morty, his hearse, and revved up the engine. He closed and locked the doors, shouted something Adam couldn't understand (it sounded something like "Fuck life), and pulled out of the parking lot... T-boning himself onto a school bus.

It seemed like everything went in slow motion for the ten minutes it took to get an ambulance there to take Eli to the hospital. It was a blur for Adam, who dialed 911 with shaking hands and screamed bloody murder. Simpson ran outside at the crash and asked Adam what had happened.

Adam stammered out all he knew and tried to explain what Eli had done before he pulled out. Terrified, he whispered, "Simpson, I think he tried to kill himself... because he and Clare broke up and he was yelling at me about how it was my fault and said he was done with life... Simpson, what if he's dead? I killed him... well, he told me I killed him... Simpson... I don't know what to do..."

At that, Adam lost it completely. He collapsed to the ground, tears falling as hard and fast as they'd ever fallen.

"Adam Torres, this is not your fault. I promise you. Eli will be fine," Simpson said loudly, throwing his arm around Adam's shoulder and calling over Drew, who had just arrived at school. "Drew, I need you to take Adam into my office. Get him some water and let him lie down. The ambulance will be here soon for Eli. Please don't ask him what happened. Just know that Mr. Goldsworthy will be okay. If you would be able to fetch Clare Edwards as well, I would appreciate it."

Safe in his older brother's arms, Adam walked to Simpson's office in a daze, tears coating his face. In less than twenty four hours, Adam had lost nearly everything. He slipped into sleep, with images of his best friend's car T-boned into a school bus. His life truly seemed to be falling apart before his eyes.

A/N Okay, there was your fourth chapter. Without reviews, I shan't write any more.

PS: In your review tell me: Should Eli live or die?