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“Adam,” Cami sobs, sticking her spoon into the chocolate. “I said he was a good man.”

Adam and Grant look at her with horrified looks on their faces, and I take pity on them. “I’ll walk you guys out,” I say, nodding my head at the door; they follow, and Grant pats Cami on the head as he passes by her, and she says he’s a good man again.

I walk out of the apartment with them and shut the door quietly behind me.

“What the fuck is going on, B?” Adam bursts out, throwing his hands up. “Is she dying?”

“Yeah, and why was the door locked?” Grant narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. “What? No,” I shh Adam. “She doesn’tfeel well, is all, and maybe we have both decided you’re right and we should start locking it.”

Grant scoffs at me, and I glare back at him.

“This isn’t the time!” Adam shrieks, his voice unusually high-pitched. “There’s something wrong with Cami.”

Their apartment door behind them opens, and Gunnar and Bear peer out.

“Guys, what’s the shouting about?” Gunnar asks, stepping out looking concerned, and I glare at him, feeling the rage I had felt earlier rise to the surface.

“Oh, is it loud when people talk out here?” I jabbed at him, rolling my eyes, huffing, and turning away from him.

“Woah, what have I done?” Gunnar holds his hands up in defence. “What’s wrong with Cami?”

“None of your business.” I roll my eyes at him again.

Adam walks towards Gunnar, “We need to go to the ER; she’s delirious!”

“Okay, let’s all calm down. I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Gunnar puts a hand on Adams’s shoulder to calm him down.

“She said I was a good man, Gunnar.” Adam grabs Gunnar’s face between his hands and stares into his eyes. “She is not well.”

“Oo-kay,” Gunnar whispers, his eyes wide. “Maybe the ER wouldn’t hurt.”

“She does not need to go to the ER,” I burst out, pulling Adam away from Gunnar by the back of his shirt. “Everyone, goback to their respective apartments; she just needs tonight to feel better, and she will be fine tomorrow.”

“Gunnar,” a girl’s voice calls from the guys’ apartment. “What’s going on? The doors open, and I’m cold.”

“Nothing, Sasha,” Gunnar calls back.

“Brooke’s right, okay, let’s all just go to bed, and we will check in on her in the morning.” Grant says being the voice of reason in the group.

“Check on who?” The girl, I assume is Sasha, is standing in the doorway, her straight black hair hanging over one shoulder; she’s in her PJs with her arms wrapped around herself. She looks very innocent, considering she’s the devil.

“Remember, I said Cami wasn’t well; the guys are worried she might need to go to the ER,” Gunnar explains, moving over to her side.

“Oh, no,” she gasps, putting a hand on her chest. “I hope she doesn’t have what I had earlier; that was awful.”

“Exactly what did you have earlier?” I ask her, my eyes barely open as I glare hard at her. “I don’t think Gunnar said.”

“Oh, um, are you Brooke? I’ve heard so much about you,” she says, sickly sweetly, not answering my question.

“Vomiting? Migraine? The flu?” I bite at her, not caring that I sound like a bitch.

“B?” Gunnar says my name like a question, and I look at him. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy,” I mumble. “I’m tired; I’m going to bed.”

Heading towards our door, Grant moves behind me, putting a hand on my lower back. “I’ll just check on Cami onelast time so that Adam will calm down,” he reassures me, and I nod before turning back to the group.

“You guys should all head inside. You can hear everything out here from our apartment,” I say pointedly at Sasha, whose eyes widen.