Alby shut the wooden door behind him, letting out a frustrated sigh. He stumbled down the stairs and at the bottom, he took a moment to find his composure. He dried most of his tears and tried to control his breathing, again letting out another sigh. Why would he do that? He asked himself. I mean, does he even care about me anymore? ...

The boy looked around to see that Minho was watching him the entire time. Alby could see the anger in the other boy's eyes. Minho put up a hand before Alby could say anything, "I already know, shank. I know that we're gonna have to find a replacement for Newt. And I know how much hearing that must have hurt, bro." he said, anger and shock in his voice. "I'm sorry." he said before leaving the building.

Alby leaned against the railing made for the stairs, groaning at the headache that was slowly growing at the base of his forehead. What is wrong with me? What is up with Newt. And why now? ...

Asking these questions wouldn't help but he couldn't help but to be frustrated and upset with his friend. Strangly he felt no anger like everyone else...


Hey, guys! Sorry this is so short! I've been busy lately trying to kill my computer... Thanks for reading!