Alyson had to talk to him after he got out of school. She felt a strong need to see him though she had no idea why. Her thoughts strayed between right and wrong until finally she picked up her cell phone and dialed Aaron's number. Alyson had never felt that a moment could last this long, ring after ring, her heart pumped faster. No answer. She hung up and tried again yet to no avail. Was he ignoring her? Impossible. He liked her, right? No.
Aaron sat on his bed, listening to the familiar ring tone; staring at Alyson's number flashing on the screen of the phone. He wanted so much to answer, if even nothing was said between them; to hear her breathing would be sufficient enough for him. No. He had a job to do; his brother threatened her life! Either David would torture her, or Aaron could kill her quickly. If Aaron didn't do it, or tried to stop anyone else from following through with the murder; Aaron would be killed also. Why was it brought to this? Aaron wished he never had met Alyson. Her number appeared again as Aarons phone began to ring. Aaron quickly silenced it, and then left the room. Alyson let a tear fall onto her pillow.
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Alyson walked by herself to school the next day, feeling more alone than ever. She tried to conceal the bruises from the night on her cheek, but it was no use. Colin had ended up just like her father, and who knows what Brandon will be like. He's only 13 she said to herself, knowing all too well that he hates the Caprice's just as much as their father. Why so much violence? Alyson would never know. The classroom was exceptionally cold that day. More so than most days. Aaron walked in. Alyson's heart jumped, but not in an overexcited way. Aaron didn't look at her; not even once. He smiled at another girl who sat behind Alyson. Alyson's heart melted through the ground and crawled into a corner. Nobody could mistake the look of lust; why had Aaron looked at another girl in such a way? Alyson felt her eyes tearing up as she bent down to get a pencil out of her bag. Her hands were shaking very noticeably. Aaron saw this. He wanted to reach out and hold her hands, hold her body close to his. Impossible. I have to kill her or die myself he thought to himself; eradicating any feelings of compassion for the split second. His heart wept for her. The entire classroom sat in silence; eerie silence. The dismissal bell deafened everyone.
Alyson quickly gathered her belongings and walked out of the musty classroom. She needed to not be near Aaron anymore, not now at least. Aaron felt the same way. They went their separate ways to the next class. After that class was over they usually passed each other in the hall with a pleasing smile and an amazingly captivating stare. Not today. Aaron bumped into Alyson's arm, throwing Alyson off balance yet placing something in her hand in the process. Alyson looked at the crumpled sheet of a corner of notebook paper and shoved it into her pocket with a half smile.