<<Jonathan POV>>

He turned but I ducked back down, cowardly. I heard him shrug as Craig came back out,

"Where is he?" He asked Evan, as if Evan knew what the whole idea was.

"Who?" He asked. Craig probably shooed the question away and went back into my room. I peeked over the cart I was hiding behind and saw Evan holding his head in hands, maybe now isn't a good time to bother him. He slowly opened his door and started to walk in, I followed behind but to my door. Before the door could close, I placed the best at the bottom of the door frame, then closed my door.

"Coward." Craig snapped. I glared at him,

"What was I supposed to do? He's in bad shape. Emotionally, that is."

"You could've tried before hand. Why'd you even blame him in the first place?" Craig got up and made his way to the door. He turned back to me, "Tyler should wake up in the middle of he might, give him the pills beside him so he can go back to sleep. And Jon?" I hummed, "never judge a book by its cover." He closed the door. Luke emerged from the bathroom, wearing his grey boxers.

"Hey Jon, what's up?" He yawned.

"Not in the mood right now." I growled.

"Wow, what's up with you?"

"I just lost Evan's trust." I sat down and held my head in my palm. "What if he's mad at me for the whole time? It seemed rather silly, doesn't it?"

"Man, I don't know. I'm sorry though. So, who's gonna call the couch?"

"Have it, I don't care. I'll be right back." I got up and left the room, shoving my hands in my pockets as I walk to the elevator. I press lobby and down I go. I sigh and lean against the wall, closing my eyes as I thought about him. Why is he always on my mind now? Why can't I get him out? The doors open as I step out, I here the shuffling of papers and look at the secretary that was getting her coat on.

"Sir, it's 10:0pm. It's closing hours, I advise you to go back to your room."

"Sorry, my room mate is taking a hell of a long time in the bathroom, just came down to use this one. It'll take a moment."

"Fine then, make it quick." I walk to the men's room and go in a stall. I wasn't there to go to the bathroom, I just needed an escape from Evan and Luke for moment. I sigh and look at them writings on the stall walls.

'Red bull gives you wings~' one said. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah it does, it gives you wings to heaven. Binge drinking that drink and it's over." I never liked red bull, some of my family members are gone cause of it. I stand up and flush the toilet to make my story sound believable. I turn on the sink and start washing my hands until the bathroom door opens.

"Wow, you too, huh?" I look at the door and see Evan in his plaid pajama pants and a white tank top.

"Evan? What're your doing down here?"

"Could ask you the same thing Jon." He closed the door and turned on the sink washing his hands too for no apparent reason.

"Need something?" He hummed, signaling that I know already. "I'm so-" I couldn't get the words out, he stopped washing his hands and looked at me in the corner of his eye.

"You're what?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to jump to conclusions and accuse you like that, it wasn't right. And I'm sorry, it's just with all this stuff with Brock and Lui it's hard to actually focus on people who don't want to hurt you rather than the people that do. So, do you forgive me?" I raise my shoulders and kinda smile awkwardly. He laughed and shook his head,

"Wow," he chuckled. "You suck at apologies." I tilt my head down, only to have him rise it a bit "but that didn't mean I don't forgive you."

"Thanks Evan."

"Don't mention it, oh and I found it cute on how you thought you were stealthy on giving me that bear. Nice and slick, Jon." He smirked and walked out of the bathroom. Well that was ni- was that a compliment? No, like a flirtatious one? I shrugged and walked out of the bathroom too. As soon as I did, my throat was grabbed. I struggled with the person and eventually flipped them over my back, it was the receptionist. She pulled out a tiny dagger from her heel. She lunged at me as I block it, she fell to the ground but got back up, still trying to take me down.

"Give up Jon! We know where you are! Allan will find you!"

"Who the fuck are you?," I punch her across her cheek, "I never remembered you."

"New recruit. I'm here to assassinate you and you're little friend upstairs."

"Who? Evan!? No, Brock!" She tried uppercutting me.

"Oh, another friend huh? Well thanks for the info!" She tried throwing her dagger at me. I kicked her down, she had hit her head on the table. I gasped for air as I picked up her body and carried her to the elevator, setting her down and pressing my floor. This would've been a perfect opportunity for her to actually attack but luckily I think she used all her daggers. Once we reached the floor, I dragged her to my room and harshly knocked on the door. Luke rubbed his eyes tiredly as he opened the door, it was when he looked at the girl then he became awake.

"Need a chair?"

"And some tape/ropes! She's going in the closet!" I dragged her in as Luke got a chair and some tape and rope. We tied her to the chair and placed her in the closet, both out o breath, we laughed it off.

"Jon."

"Yeah?" I chuckled.

"You went as far as to betray your gang, kill someone, tell the enemy our gangs plot, help them, make friends, and now kidnapping? What will you do next.."