Plan B by Me =/ (spiritual books to read .TXT) 📕

He randomly storms out of the room. After about ten minutes of waiting I finally sink back into the pillows with a groan, just in time for him to charge back in here, and begin pacing in front of the bed. He abruptly stops, that much I gather. What doesn't register, is that he climbs over me, and sits on my lap, his legs on either side of me. 

"W-what-" I gulp.

"Why do you care so much for Maria. I guarantee you, that you would have taken any punishment for her, without a second thought. You know, that's how I was with Alan and Brad. Brad! Brad is the best." He giggles. Giggles!

I attempt to sit up, but he pushes me back down with his body when he lays on me. "Are you drunk?" I ask in shock, but he ignores me.

"Why did Alan have to hurt me? I trusted him." He looks up at me for a moment, before laying his head back on my chest, with a whimper and a sniffle. I feel like such a hypocrite comforting him with this.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you..."

"Yes he did." My shirt all of the sudden is soaked, and I realize he's crying. One of my arms finds it way around Adrian's shoulders, and the other into his softs black hair. As I run my fingers through his hair, I pull my other hand up to gently massage his scalp. With a few more muffled blubbery words, his breathing evens out and he drops deadweight on me. Luckily, it's the kind of heavy that is comfortable, if that makes any sense? 

With my hands still working on his head, I begin thinking. First of all, how did he get shit faced in ten minutes? This whole thing must have taken a huge toll on him, and I can't help but feel guilty. Maybe if things had been just a little bit different, maybe if I had been more persistent and not left Maria this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if I had just told Adrian from the beginning, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe, if I had gotten away from Antonio sooner, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe, just maybe, if I had gotten away from parents, this wouldn't have happened. 

This is all my fault.

~Sofia~ 

"I want you to train them." Adrian tells Brad and Garret. I woke up this morning alone, and after I got ready and saw Adrian next, all traces of his breakdown last night were gone. "Garret with Maria, Brad with Emily."

"But-" Brad and Maria's protests were cut off, surprisingly by me. 

"Oh please. The only training you two would get done is how to take off each other's clothes faster." Maria blushes and opens her mouth to deny it. "Maria. Don't deny it." I raise an eyebrow at her flushed expression. 

"Shut up." She grumbles, making everyone laugh. 

"What should we work on first boss?" Brad asks. 

"Let's start with hand to hand combat. It'll be a good skill and more helpful in the long run." He decides. Garret and Maria go to one gym type room, and Brad and I in the other. "Brad, go get ready. I need to have a quick talk with Emiley quick. We'll take a jog around the track and be back, alright?" 

Luckily, I was already in leggings and had a sports bra on under my baggy t-shirt. (Okay, I guess I shouldn't say mine, I stole it from Adrian.) We begin running, which I suck at by the way. "So, what do you need to talk about.?"

"I just wanted to ask you to keep what happened yesterday to yourself. Only Brad has seen me like that, and I plan on keeping it that way." 

"Okay." I say, slightly out of breath. We are almost at the end though. 

"Oh yeah, by the way. You look good in my shirt, cupcake." He Pat's my shoulder and runs out of the room. 

"Better than you banana bread!" I shout after him and hear him chuckle. 

"You ready Strawberry?" Brad asks, stretching his arms. 

I laugh. "What's with food names around here?" 

He smiles, but it doesn't fully reach his eyes. "Trust me, I knew from the moment I saw you, you were going to be my strawberry." He chuckles, with a hint of sadness. "Now! Jogging!" He exclaims, jumping up and running. 

"But! I just did that!" 

•••

"I...Think...You...Killed...Me." I say, between heavy pants. 

"We were just getting started." Baldy laughs. My head shoots up from my current spot sprawled out on the floor.

"We were what?" I shout. 

"Come on, stand up. This will be hard with a shirt on, so take it off. You do have something under it right?" I nod. "Good." He turns around and peels his t-shirt off, putting on the bench. When he stands up, I see something that makes my heart stop. 

I scramble off the floor. "Y-you know, I don't think that's a good idea, you know, um, with Maria and all..." I attempt to come up with an excuse.

"Strawberry, we aren't actually dating, and plus, I won't do anything." He turns back around to grab something, and my eyes stay glued to his shoulder. That's when it all makes sense. 

The tattoo. How could I not notice before the tattoo? 

Before my Brad left, he and I got matching tattoos on our shoulders. They said, "That is BS", since that was our initials. Brad and Sofia. And that's exactly what was on his shoulder. 

Holy fucking shit.

He's my Brad. 

"Uh-uh I don't really think I'm feeling well enough for this. Can we do it tomorrow?" I ask. He smirks. 

"Yeah, sure. Rest up Strawberry." The knowing smirk doesn't leave.

•••

Not much has happened in the last month. It's basically the same thing every day. Wake up, get ready, train, eat, sleep. Although, I have gotten more comfortable around Adrian. Much, much more. I started to come to terms with the fact that not all men were like Antonio and his crew. I also stopped contacting him, because it's nice to be free. I don't even have to worry about Alan anymore. I haven't heard from his since the bomb incident. 

Sometimes Adrian will fill in for Brad, and I practically drool over his inked muscles. Today is one of those days. I begin running before Adrian even gets there. With Baldy's help, I've gotten increasingly better at running and hand to hand combat. I'm apparently a natural with guns and other weapons, so now it's basically just making sure I'm doing everything the right way. "Damn cupcake, pretty soon you'll be better than me." Adrian tells me when he catches up. 

"Ha ha." I say sarcastically. 

"No really. We should have a race." He suggests. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Alright. Ready, set, go!" I shout, starting before he can register what's going on. 

"Hey!" I hear behind me. I run even faster when I hear his footsteps pounding behind me. I'm almost at the soft ground next to the track, when a heavy weight hits my back, making me fall, but I'm flipped around, on to my back. On top of the air being knocked out of my lungs, what little bit is left is caught in my throat when I see Adrian hovering over me. His chain necklace is hanging from his neck, causing the breathing I just got back, to quicken. I gulp under him. His arms are on either side of my head, and his legs are boxing mine in. I raise my hands, one going into his hair distracting him, and raising one hand up past the line separating the two sections of flooring. 

"I win." I whisper. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches up, and slowing brings my hand down back to where his was before. We stare into each other's eyes, and it occurs to me how strange the normality of this is. I'm not scared anymore and honestly it feels amazing. Some where along the way, we end up just centimeters apart and I can practically feel the warmth of his lip-

"Em, Adri! We were- Oh, what's going on here?" Riley wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at us. I blush and shove Adrian off me. 

"Your brother was harassing me." I huff, and she laughs at me. 

"Mhmm, sure." Adrian scoffs. When I turn around, he's still sprawled out on the ground where I shoved him. 

"Oh get up you baby." Riles and I say in unison, making us both laugh. 

"Alright, but that shit was creepy as fuck." He states, getting up. We look between each other and laugh.

 ~Sofia~

We go to a coffee shop in town. It ends up being Brad, Maria, Chad, Chase, Rose, Riley, Garret, Danni, Adrian, and myself. I'm still kind of making it awkward between Brad and I, since I found out who he really was. I'm still confused though. I watched his plane for California leave, why did he come back? Why did he join this? 

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when something hot spills all over me. "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" Danni exclaims, her disposable cup filled with a mocha currently sitting sideways in my lap. I just laugh it off. 

"Trust me girly, it wouldn't be the first time." I cut a look at Chad, since he's the one who knocked the tray out of my hand the first time. He puts his hands up defensively, making everyone laugh. I grab some napkins off the table and wipe off my black leggings. "Here, I'll go get you a new one, alright?" She nods and says thank you, as I stand up. "No problem." I tell her over my shoulder, but while I do, I knock into someone, almost falling, but they catch me before I do. "Oh I'm so-" My eyes widen as I see who it is. "A-an-" I can't even finish saying his name. 

"Well, what's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" Antonio asks, with a snarl. He yanks me up a bit hard, making me fall into him. "You haven't been answering my calls you bitch. Getting a bit close are we?" He says quietly, so that just I could here it. 

"I-I'm not alone." I stutter. He glances behind me. 

"Ahh, family outing I see? Well, I'll see you around then." He winks at me dangerously, before walking out, not ordering anything. A hand