"W-hat the---" Zia Scott uttered and ran off in panic. She sprinted out of the campus as she painfully sobbed. And as she trudged along the sidewalk all the while sniffing the snot running down her nose and wiping the overflowing tears in her eyes, horrible thoughts were haunting her mind. Who was that girl? What were they doing? What is she to Edward? What were they doing? What is their relationship? What were they doing? Does she know that he's engaged? What were they doing? Where did they meet? What were they doing? When did they meet? What were they doing? What were they doing?!  "JUST WHAT WERE THEY DOING?!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, then a new set of tears had flooded her already dried-up eyes again. "Seriously," she uttered in between

As soon as Gray Stewart and Zia Scott heard about the dreadful accident, they rushed over to the hospital. As they arrived, they saw Edward's mother pacing back and forth near the reception area, awaiting their arrival. "Martha!" Gray called out her attention. "Where's Edward." "Come with me," Martha said as she walked away, and the two followed behind her. "What happened?" Gray asked as they were walking. "I--I don't know," Martha's voice was breaking. "I...I heard he got hit by...by a car just across the school. T-the driver was speeding a-and...and noticed him too late. He was hit pretty hard," she explained. "Here," she added as she stopped on her tracks. "He's still inside." Gray and Zia looked at the room she was referring to. "The operating room?" Zia asked. "I-it's been an hour, I'm so worried," Martha answered as she brought a hand up to brush up her hair in exasperation. "W-wait," she added. "Who's this?" she asked as she pointed at Zia. Gray glanced at Zia beside h

"...it's my fault." "What?" Gray Stewart looked at her over her shoulder. "It's...It's," Zia's voice was breaking. "It's my fault," she muttered as she looked at Gray and a teardrop unbiddenly escaped her eyes. "What--you really believe whatever that reptile said?" Gray gestured her hand to the door where Belinda was dragged. "B-but, w-what if it's...what if it's true?" "What if it's true?" Gray approached her and leaned on the foot of Edward's bed, crossed arms. "So what? Are you just gonna let that kid die?" "W-what?" Zia's brows furrowed. "Look, let's say you didn't run away, let's say he was able to catch up with you while y

"Arghhh..." Gray Stewart groaned as she sat up from an unfamiliar bed. A bed would be a stretch as it looked more like a backless stainless steel bench not even long enough to hold her six foot long body. She rested both elbows on her open thighs and dropped her head on her palms. "What the hell happened?" She strongly brushed up her hair as the intense pain in the head came knocking in. She looked around the room. It was closed with no windows and two doors. The bench she had slept in was placed nearly at the center of the room. Both sides of the walls had large glass wine cellar cabinets and a door on each edge. Behind her were racks with stored cardboard boxes, and wall hanging cupboards. She heard clinking noises from the door on the left. She finally rose and headed towards the door. As she peeked past the d

"Zi...a..." Gray and Zia shared a glance. "Zia?" Gray asked cautiously. Edward blinked once. Gray eyed Zia on the sofa. Zia just shrugged her shoulders. Gray looked back at Edward intensely staring at her. "You...saw her?" she asked. He momentarily stared off, then he dragged his eyes back to her. And he blinked twice. "But you're certain she was here?" He blinked once. Gray's brows furrowed. "H-how?" He just stared at her, his gaze swiveling between her pair of eyes. Then he drew a long br