NB : And here's the last chapter of the first part! Hope you'll like it! Thanks for your reviews.

TheGrandDisciple & Daughterofathena2 : I corrected the mistake you both noticed :) Thanks again for your help!

JP10 : I'm scared too for him! x)

Enjoy!

Brian's POV

Brian liked it when there was no one in the library. It was so peaceful.

He had always loved books, which was good since it was the only pleasure his mother had left to him. He looked down at his Moliere's opened book. He was supposed to write an essay but he was more busy enjoying his reading than looking for ideas. Many pages of the book were torn and others were missing. Brian knew why. John Bender came to meet that poor book. Brian could not help but smile. Thinking of that detention always made him smile. In a few hours time, they had all managed to become friends –despise what some of them might say. Brian missed them. He missed Andy, the guy who could not make decisions himself and who taped Larry's butt. He missed him because he knew that Andy was loyal and struggling with his will not to disappoint his father –even if he was a jerk. Andy's father, not Andy. He missed Claire, the weak Claire, unable to renounce to a crown for a true friendship. He saw how helpful she could be and how nice she truly was. He missed John, the guy who made him smoke for the first time. The guy who hid his pain behind sarcasm and insults. John had trusted them and Brian would never forget that. And then, he missed Allison. Nobody would notice her and when they were, they thought she was weird. She was, Brian had to admit that. He knew she was acting weird to protect herself and that she probably cared a lot more about what people said about her than what she showed. If Brian had to choose, he would feel the most sorry for Allison. She was truly alone, she had no friends, no family.

Brian sighed. He still considered them as his friends. His best friends, he could say. He had told them things he had never told anyone. The Monday after that detention, he had looked for them. Andy and Claire had ignored him. He had met Allison just after that and to be honest, he was beginning to lose hope. He remembered how long they had looked at each other. He had tried to smile, really, but he had felt so disappointed in Claire and Andy that he probably did not look very friendly. And they had looked away. That was so stupid. Brian never tried to talk to her again because he felt it was cheating. The whole thing was about to acknowledge each other, on Monday morning, despise every single thing their friends would say. They were supposed to listen to their guts, their instinct to find their way to their true friends. And they failed. All of them miserably failed.

Brian stood up and walked through the room, reliving each moment of that day in detention. He remembered Andy and his huge lunch. Brian laughed. How could a human being eat all of that? He remembered John arguing with Vernon and telling him he hid his dope in his –Brian's- pants. Which was totally true. Brian laughed even more. And he remembered Allison throwing her bag's content in front of his and Andy's frozen gaze. And he remembered Claire with who he had smoked for the first time.

He stopped laughing when he realized someone had entered the library. He turned, still smiling, but his smile suddenly froze on his lips like he didn't understand what was happening.

The next thing he realized was the sound of the gunshot. Then, the pain.

Brian fell on the ground, a smile still frozen on his lips as he was thinking of his friends.

To Be Continued...