Thomas Pov
     I've been freaking out for the past seven hours. Last night Lexi left and didn't come back. I went to all of his friends dorms and they have no clue. Should I go to Aaron's house? Nah I hate that bitch. I'll go see Theo I guess. I knocked on her door.
"What do you need Thomas?" She asked.
"Have you seen Alex anywhere?" I asked her, scratching the back of my neck.
"No, and to be quite frank I'm glad I haven't.  But have you seen Aaron? He left last night, and hasn't come back since." She told me.
Wait what? "That happened to Alex too...." I said. "Huh? Wait theres Aaron!" She exclaimed. I turned and saw Burr walking down the hallway rubbing his knuckles. Something doesn't feel right. He stuffed his hands into his jeans and said
"Why are you here Jefferson?"
"Have you seen Alex?" I asked. He got nervous and started rubbing the back of his neck. "Erm....well....uh....I might've seen him....." he said. He cracked his knuckles and then winced. "Hey Burr, can I see you hand for a second?" I asked. "What wh-" He started. I grabbed his hand. There were cuts and little bruises and dried blood on his knuckles. "Where. Is. Alex." I said through gritted teeth.
"I....I dunno." He said.
"Mr. Aaron Bitch if you say I don't know again I'm going to make my knuckles look like yours. Now, where is Alex." He thought for a second and then said "Follow me."

Aaron Pov
              Okay then fuck the plan.
I forgot the factor of Jefferson being a scary motherfucker. I took him to Alex as quick as I could. When we got there Jefferson turned to me and shouted "You tied him to a chair?!?!"
"Well, you see, it wasn't me who tied him to a chair, but I was present during the chair tying." I said quite frantically. He walked to Alex and started to take off the ropes. He turned around and asked "Who else?"
"Uhh.....Charles Lee and George King." I answered.
"I'm going to fucking murder those bitches." He muttered. Alexander started to wake up a bit. He looked up, took in his surroundings and then decided to not do anything about it. I don't blame him. We beat the shit out of him.
         Jefferson picked up Hamilton, who was unconscious again and asked me "What dorm does King have? I know Charles Lees'."
"Uhh... I think it's 125?"
"Okay good enough.." he mumbled. Oh Jesus what have I done.