Will had changed her mind. Again. The word 'hypocrisy' ran over Irma's lips like a rabbit across a field, fluttering in the most joyous fashion though at the last moment, Cornelia's fist pinched her arm and she bit down on the unuttered word. Not that Irma was sure what Will Vandom had done yet, the girl had literally walked toward and away from them twice before finally bursting out that she had 'changed her mind'. She seemed to be fascinated with focussing on something within her; the urge to throw up was not being so easily checked off of Irma's assumptions. "..I thought I could do this on my own."
"What?" Irma's eyes took to slits, as curiousity rang through Hay Lin's sweet voice, but Irma had heard her. And Irma smelt a rat to some extent at least because Will's brown eyes were fierce with a righteousness that she had no right nor claim too.. Will was only coming back because she hadn't got whatever she had wanted out of this game. "What could you do?"
"I.. I did something stupid." Irma snickered at that statement, but frowned as she swore she saw- A trick of the light led her mind to search for Will behind herself, but then she shook it off and stared at the girl, noticing the slightest click despite the noise; Will wound her wrist in a circular motion, quickly, like a tick. It was- "I used m-my powers."
"What powers?" The girl didn't hear, but Hay Lin bit her smile down beside Irma, who'd taken an annoyance to the clicking.
...
Will felt a gush of heat, when her face met the foul stench of a party that ought never be permitted to a school. The science block, about twenty feet west from the entrance, had only one light on and the shadow of someone smoking lay in beautiful silhouette on the wall. Not that Will would ever notice, for she'd moved on already: once she'd reached the maddening bombardment of music and heat, her eyes searched the crowds. "Will? What're you doing?"
Will's eyes fell on Elyon, before she continued her search of shadows; somehow intent on finding what she needed to in this light..unless the voice had lied. Perhaps she wasn't here at all. "I'm.. I'm looking for someone."
"Yeah, I know, Cornelia told me.." Hazelnut eyes flashed to Elyon then, as she wondered what was meant by that statement; fears rising and being confirmed when Elyon's lips twitched in slight awkwardness. "Rogue drop? It was really stupid for you to do something like that you know.."
"Look, just butt out of my business!"
Will had already pushed past, before her memory chided her for rudeness, but realization had focussed in Elyon's eyes and Will wasn't sure if staying would ever be helpful to her. Tearfulness threatening as she realized that there was something wrong...no one should have known.. Will pushed through the mixer of drunks and those taking advantage of the others' positions, through faces she knew but seemed overshadowed in this harsh light.. "Hey, wait! How do I know that you're.."
...
Caleb had known that something was wrong, as a game of Chinese whispers worked out perfectly, though he wish that Cornelia was wrong. Except that Will stared at him now, a guilt and seizing in her features, and it became so suddenly obvious that in no way was it Will at all. It might've been something to do with the fact that she seemed to recognise none of those passing her, or perhaps it was the pair of swirling mocha orbs that had settled firmly on him. Perhaps it was knowing that he could easily reach out and grab her, but felt obliged to only star at the weak smile gracing her face; the wiggle of fingers contorted to be seen as a wave, before he turned his back on her completely.
The modest realization hit him, that he was leaving anyway; she might needn't be alone if running.. But he turned back and she was gone.
...
In a moment, Will's perfection seemed to fade; of course there was nothing perfect in the figure, but her eyes had fallen to him and suddenly she wasn't sure about this. 'Will' became a useless title and she'd backed away from Caleb the second he gave her a chance.
She knew the message: Run.
Guilt and fear and desperation and greed and self righteousness and hatred and longing clashed in great waves and perhaps she still wanted what she wanted. But what was the point? She had never been more than a person inside of Will and no one was going to look at her anyway.. So this supposed 'Will' had merely faded into the background and had taken the closest route she found to the night.
If only she wasn't followed.