Sometimes things happen. And sometimes we don't know why they happen. We live our lives as normally as possible and then out of nowhere - everything changes.

I've never been too great at controlling myself when I'm upset, but lately it's gotten worse. This thing happened. It all started with my best friend. She didn't do anything wrong, someone did wrong by her. So of course I stepped in and saved the day. Turns out I really didn't.

Turns out there's more to this than getting rid of her. She's just a piece of the puzzle. She's like the gas needed to start the fire. But guess who's standing in the middle of this metaphorical fire?

Yours truly.

Maybe if I learned to think things through, I wouldn't be in this position. I wouldn't have gotten my friends into this position. Oh well, too late to do anything about it now.

Acting off impulses can either save you, or kill you. In my case, I think it did a little bit of both.


10. Chapter 10

I hurried up to my room and shut the door behind me, leaning up against it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to go on mission impossible with my boyfriend and my brother. This wasn’t right.

This wasn’t how we should be spending our time a month before we left for school. Quinn should be here, and we all should be together doing something fun. I walked over to my closet and grabbed my soccer duffel bag. Then I remembered Quinn was wearing one of my shirts.

“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath.

I grabbed four pairs of running shirts, sports bras, t-shirts, socks, and everything else I needed, then one extra of everything for Quinn. As I lazily threw in my brush and glasses, the picture of Quinn and I hanging on my mirror kept tormenting me.

“Calm down Quinn, I’m on my way. Jeez,” I snapped at the paper.

“You know that’s just a picture right?” Mason walked up next to me, and Owen followed him.

“I’m aware,” I sighed.

Owen fell back on my bed and stared up at my ceiling. I had stuck some glow-in-the-dark stars up there in the seventh grade. Owen had just reached six feet then, so I got on his shoulders and reached as far as I could. Quinn and Mason were there.

“I remember putting those stars up there,” Owen read my mind.

“Back when we were the four best friends,” Mason smiled.

“We still are,” I said.

“You know what I mean. Before we were dating.”

“Same thing.”


“I remember Quinn was my back spot, and she would scream every time I barely moved. And you sat on my bed eating chips,” I smiled, looking at Mason.

Before and even after Mason and I started dating, the four of us spent the most time in my room. Owen kept things pretty organized, so we’d be in his room too. We’d huddle around my laptop and watch Law and Order on Netflix while gorging on pizza. My favorite memories with each of them happened in this room.

Mason had given me this whole speech about how much he cared about me our junior year as we stood in the middle of the floor. I realized Quinn and I were best friends in this room. We were watching the Lizzie McGuire movie and we started crying together, then we got up and belted out “This is what Dreams are Made Of”. It was my favorite memory with her. Owen and I had the best conversations sitting on my bed. I felt like we could open up to each other in a way that we couldn’t to anyone else.


“Well, we can we recreate it when she gets back,” Owen smiled lightly.

I looked at him and gave him smile.

“Let’s get going,” he started walking out the door. I told my parents bye and Mason called his parents as we loaded everything into the car.

“So I guess we’re just winging this whole thing?” I asked Owen as we stood placing everything in the trunk.

“We go to the address mentally prepared and see what happens,” Owen shrugged.

I nodded and bit my lip. I tucked some of my flyaway hair behind my ear and tried not to sigh.

“Owen, what if Jace did something to her?” I mumbled.

Owen looked down at me and then placed both of his hands on my shoulders.

“Kassidy Victoria Evans, my twin sister of soon to be nineteen years, I promise you right now, he will not harm your best friend anymore than he already has. I’ll make sure of it,” Owen said in a fake heroic voice.

I started laughing and nodded my head.

“I believe you, thanks.”

“Kass, you know I care about her right? She may be closer to you and Mason, but she’s still my friend. We’ve had our own deep conversations,” he explained.

“Really?” I was genuinely curious now.

“Yeah. Remember she had a thing for me once back like… sophomore year maybe,” he let go of me.


“Wait, what?” I grabbed his arm and my eyes were probably popping out of my head.

“You heard me,” he said.

“Holy shit, Owen she never told me that!” Quinn had a thing for my brother… Part of me wasn’t surprised.

Owen and Mason were apparently two of the hottest guys in our graduating class.  Owen had only had one girlfriend and that lasted about four months in junior year. He wasn’t girl crazy and testosterone filled like most teenage guys. In fact, Quinn and I were really the only girls he gave the time of day. Quinn fell easy too, and Owen has always been so nice to her, so I guess it made sense.

“I can’t believe that. Quinn had a thing for you… Wow,” I repeated.

“I don’t think it was that big of a thing. It was almost three years ago anyway,” Owen shrugged.

“Anything is a big thing, Owen! For one, my best friend liking anyone is a big deal. But my best friend liking my twin brother is an even bigger deal! Why didn’t she tell me? I would’ve supported her,” I was basically talking to myself.

“Well it’s good she didn’t tell you. You would’ve gone into that weird mode and done everything possible to get us together.”

He knew me so well. He shut the trunk and started walking towards the driver seat. I walked over to the right side back seat and let Mason sit in the front.

“Damn straight,” I wasn’t even going to lie.


“What are you talking about?” Mason walked over to me.

“Quinn had a thing for Owen that I’m just now finding out about,” I said.

“Dude, I saw it coming. She’s hot, I don’t blame you,” Mason winked at Owen.

I rolled my eyes and punched him in the arm; he just started laughing.

“She liked me, dumbass,” Owen snapped.

“Mhm. Well you should set that up once she gets back, that’d be a kickass double date I’d actually be willing to go on,” Mason said.

“You’re both idiots,” Owen grumbled and got in the car.

I just laughed as Mason wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Hey babe,” Mason whispered in my ear.

“Hm?” I grabbed his shirt and started smoothing it down.

It always annoyed me when he shirt wasn’t straight.

“My old man told me that we need Owen to be our chaperone, and if we don’t want that, I need to buy some condoms,” he whispered.

“Shut up!” I pushed him away and scrunched up my nose.

“I’m just telling you what he said!” He laughed and closed the space between us again.

“I heard Trojan is a pretty trustable brand.”

I rolled my eyes and punched him in the arm again.

“You know you love me,” Mason completely pulled me and grabbed my face.

“Bullshit,” I muttered.

He smashed his lips into mine and dramatically pulled away from me with a big “Mwah” sound. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and opened the door.

“Leave me alone,” I joked. He just smiled and we both got in the car.


“Sooo… how exactly did she tell you she liked you?” I sat in the back seat with my legs stretched out on the seat.

For the last two hours we had been driving through Charlotte, nearing the towns on the other side. I leaned my head up against the window and lazily tilted my water bottle back and forth, watching the water rush from side to side.

“We aren’t talking about this, Kassidy,” Owen said.

“Well why not? It’s a big deal!” I set the bottle in my lap and looked at the back of my brother’s head.

“It was sophomore year, and it’s over now,” Owen snapped.

I rolled my eyes and twisted the cap off my water bottle. I threw it at his ear and glared at him.

“Quit it!” he yelled. I just laughed and guzzled down the rest of the water.

“I wanna hear the story to be honest. I get why you didn’t tell your sister, but I’m your best friend. I’m also Quinn’s best friend,” Mason chimed in.

“Bullshit,” Owen and I snorted at the same time.

“I am! We’ve been friends almost our entire lives.”

“That isn’t a valid argument considering she almost slits your throat every time you’re around,” Owen glanced at him, and Mason groaned.

“Back to relevant things, we should be in Treetop Point in… Now,” Owen’s head followed a sign as we passed it.

I sat up and started looking around.

“And where are we going?” I muttered pulling out my phone.

“I put the address in my phone and it says it’s some office building,” Mason said.

The text I sent Quinn last night had gone through. It hadn’t been replied to, it hadn’t even been read yet.

“Who keeps someone hostage in an office building?” I muttered under my breath.

I looked out the window, taking a mental picture of everything I saw.

“Apparently he does,” Owen replied to my rhetorical question as he pulled into the parking lot.

We all glued our eyes to the building as Owen parked.

“Where the hell is everybody? It’s a Friday. They should have work right?” Mason said.

“Unless the bastard sent us here on some company holiday or something,” I muttered.

“Think a little positively, Kass. Let’s all just shut up and stay quiet when we go in there.”

The three of us got out of the car and stood in front of the main entrance. I was so nervous. I didn’t know what to expect when we walked in, it could be anything. I tried to steer away from the worst-case scenario, but it was so hard. All I could seem to imagine was Quinn dead right in front of my eyes. She hated it when I assumed the worst.


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