Set in Brady's P.O.V. Enjoy! By the way, if you like it so much, I might make it into a full story!
You turn a corner and run. You're not exactly sure where you're going and why, but you continue. Your feet begin to burn and that pushes you to run faster, harder. Your breath quickens, your patience shortens.
As you jump down the final steps to the staircase, you search the vicinity. And as soon as you do, you realize she's not here. You had lost your target back at the stairs and it was almost impossible to catch up. The visual was lost-nowhere to be seen.
You break through the double doors, the salt air greeting you. But, as soon as you leave, you regret it.
There, in the center of it all, where you can clearly see, is the target. You make your way to them, someone else also having the same idea in mind. They embrace the girl in a hug, and then, oh God, and then they kiss the target, your lover.
This wasn't a friendship kiss-a kiss on the cheek. But a full lip-to-lip contact. The view causes your stomach to churn in an unpleasant manner and you want to run away, but you can't. Your feet remain planted on the cement floor while you decide what is best. As the two people pull away, you can see both their faces concentrated. On you.
And then you realize that your enemy, your backstabber, is the brother you never got to know.