Carlos's POV
I can't believe I fell for it.
When I heard crying in the supply closet, I kind of figured that it wasn't the Post-Its trying to comfort the unopened box of pens.
I went to open the door to find it locked tight.
"James. Get your ass out here so I can kick it!"
I thought I heard him say something to the effect of "Shove off. We're having a moment", but the abnormally thick door was muffling the sound.
Did James not enjoy having a face or something? Because based on what I've done to it in the past, I'm starting to question his logic…
Piper's POV
"J-James… We should go back out. I promise I won't let him h-hit you," I hiccuped into the front of his shirt.
After sitting in the closet for almost 20 minutes, the two of us had finally gotten our eyes dried and our differences settled.
"I don't care about that," he whispered, "because I may not know much right now, but I do know that it's going to be okay from now on. Everything's going to be okay."
And both of us went right on thinking that…
Until somebody yelled fire.
Kendall's POV
I didn't know what Carlos thought he was doing, but I did know he had to cut it out and start running.
He was fumbling with the door to the supply closet in the corner, slamming his body against it between curses.
I ran over and grabbed him by the back of the neck. "Dude. We need to go, like now."
He ignored me, continuing to throw himself at the hulking piece of metal.
It never occurred to me why until I heard the screams on the other side of the door.
Two of the people I loved most were behind it, and the worst part?
There was nothing I could do about it.