Burr POV

Seeing that James didn't read my message I head reluctantly to his dormitory. Before I can reach it, I hear a voice that catches my eye.

"Burr!" I'm finally leaving to see Thomas walking in my direction.

"Jefferson, how are you?" He doesn't answer me and snaps my wrists and slams me to the wall.

"What are you doing? You hurt me!!!"

"Stopped! I don't hold you strong! " He screams staring at me angrily. It is true that he doesn't force, but with what I did yesterday ... I feel the pain crossed my throat.

"Since when do you go out together!?!?" He forces my wrists, this time though.

I was out of my thoughts feeling the pain coming from my bruised wrists.

"I don't understand what you mean, now let go of me!" I say, struggling with wine. If I had not bruised my arm and wrist, I could have escaped his hold. Why is he so angry with me? We are friends, right?

"YOU AND JAMES !!! I SEEN YOU TOGETHER !!! " He spat in my face.

"For the flowers I can explain everything someone gave him and ..."

"No !!!" He stares at me with his piercing gaze.

"Why didn't you tell me you are together !!!" He says, I freeze. James came back and Thomas had to say hurtful words or hurt him, as he does to me right now.

"Did you hurt James?" I asked.

"Answer my question..."

"No, you answer!" I cut him off. He rolls his eyes.

"I just shouted at him a little, but it doesn't ..."

"WHAT!!" I opened my eyes wide with his words.

"Let me go!" He looks at my hands for a moment and lets me go. His gaze softens. What's the matter? I look at his hands and see them full of blood. Why ... his hands ... I look at my sleeves and see them full of blood. Shit! I forgot to put a bandage and disinfected my wounds.

"Aaron ... I'm sorry if I knew you ... I swear I would never have done that."

"No time." I run as fast as I can to the dormitory of James and Thomas.

"JAMES !!!" I push the door.

"Aa ... Ron ..." I open the door to his room and see James on the floor desperate for air.

"James!" I take him in my arms, making him round on the back. (My hands aren't full of blood.)

"James stays with me," I say.

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