Jason's POV

I paced around my spacious bedroom, worried out of my mind. What happened to Leo? Why did he leave the chat? Does he not want to talk to me anymore?

I growled in frustration, slamming my hands down on the marble table. I looked up to see myself. My blond hair was disheveled, dark and deep bags hung from the bottom of my eyes, my lips were cracked and dry. I slid down my wall, sighing. Why was I getting so worked up anyways? It's not like I knew Leo personally or anything...

Another sigh escaped my lips, I decided to check my laptop for news. Something caught my eyes immediately.

"18-year-old boy in Texas was harassed and beaten up, found on the brink of death."

I sat down confused, clicking the website. It showed a picture of a serious looking Latino, with flawless tanned skin and bright chocolate eyes. His hair was up and everywhere, making him look unbearably cute.

As the aritcle went on, I found the name.

Leo Valdez.

Leo.

My eyes widened.

Holy shit.