(Seto's POV)
I hastily stuffed all of my things in my bag - my pencils, my grid sheets, my globe- as I held the map of London tightly in my hand. I threw my pack over my shoulder, running out of the door and slamming it behind me. I skipped every 2 steps jumping down the stairs, jumping over the gate that surrounded my apartment building.
Running as fast as I could, I nearly dropped my map. God no.. I need that thing.. I waved toward people as I ran, just to be friendly. Why'd I wake up so late!!?
I burst into the classroom, putting my hand on the door for reinforcement, gasping for air. I took a gulp and a harsh breath. "Sorry I'm late, Professor Horton." I panted, before heading up to my seat. I sat beside Adam, my absolute best friend, and leaned my head back in my seat. My heart was racing, my legs throbbing.
I pulled out my graph paper, as Adam scooted a bit closer to me. "Where on earth are you going now?" He asked. I sat back up again, waiting until I caught my breath. "London."
His eyes widened, and he slammed his palm against his forehead. "I can't believe I forgot to tell you!!"
"Tell me what..?"
He grabbed my hands, making me blush slightly as he looked straight into my eyes. "Okay, so you know how only half us were reincarnated, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, it turns out that only half landed in America. Everyone else is in the UK."
My eyes widened to the size of golf balls. "E-everyone..? Even.. B-Brice..?"
Adam smiled. "Yup! And Ty! So, you're not going to London without me." He smirked. I threw my arms around him, crying happily into his chest.
Brice is alive...
(Brice's POV)
I panted, looking over at Mason as he trailed his finger along my bare chest. "Mmm... Brice... I could do this every single day.." He moaned. I grinned. "Why do you like fucking my ass so much?" I laughed, only causing him to laugh too. "It's perfect, Brice! Just like you!"
I blushed, pecking his lips gently. "Thanks, Mason. I really enjoyed it. Again." I smirked, sitting up and stretching. He curled up in a ball and fell asleep. Pour fella, he went fast, he's probably exhausted. I threw the covers off me, yawning as I pulled some fresh boxers on. Halfway to the living room, I heard my phone ring. I scrambled to find it, accepting the call. "Yes, Ty?"
"Brice, you'll never believe what I just found out!!"
"What?! Blimey, spit it out!"
"Guess who's alive in America!"
I scratched my head, confused. Alive...? "What?"
"Just fucking guess!"
"Sorry, but my mind is blank."
He then whispered the name in my ear. One word. One name. One very special name.
I dropped my phone.