So... Long time no write... Anyways, this is just sorta a filler chapter because Brooke (not her real name, just a pen name) and I were bored so she helped inspire me to write this...
NEWS! AFTER WHISPER ENDS, THERE WILL BE ANOTHER SERIES!
COLIN
Why was she taking so long?
Kylie had been in Brooke's room for nearly twenty minutes and I could just feel the anticipation rolling off of Will who was fidgeting like he had ants in his pants.
"Be patient," I said, trying to calm Will. However, Will had other plans.
"Excuse me, but I don't think 'being patient' is quite easy when my..." he hesitated for a fraction of a second. "My friend is practically bleeding to death!" He glared at me and continued to fidget.
"So... Anyone like football?" Brown awkwardly got in.
"Hate it." Will said curtly.
"Don't bother with it." I said shortly. Brown seemed to deflate and we all stood around silently. But Brown didn't want to give up.
"How do you guys do in school, since you actually have time to attend?"
"It's alright. I have lots of friends so I focus on that mostly." Will was true. He did have a lot of friends. He'd come into school in the mornings with his posse, laughing loudly and catching each other in headlocks.
"Same. I'm the top in the school." I said. While Will focused on friends, I focused on academics. I'd spend hours on studying for test to make sure every detail, every note was carefully documented and saved in my brain.
"Hm. Opposite ends of the spectrum then." Brown mused. "Do you socialize with each other?"
"No."
"Nope."
Silence.
"Why?" Brown asked. He walked over and stretched out on the couch, yawning. "You both seem like nice guys."
More silence.
"He's too carefree."
"He's too uptight," we said in unison. We both shot each other burning glares.
"Do you even want to socialize?" Brown raised an eyebrow.
"No," we both said again.
"Well, at least you too can agree on that." Brown shook his head and muttered to himself.
The only sound in the room was the humming of the aged lights and the wind outside.
Kylie, what's happening?
"What on Earth is taking so long for that girl to be done with Brooke?" Will glanced anxiously at the door again.
"Why would I know?" I asked.
"It was a rhetorical question, stupid." He said dryly back.
"Shut up, I have a higher GPA than you do!" I said.
"Obviously, you don't apply it to the real world then." He shot back.
"Well, excuse me for making you teed off. I was simply trying to answer your question." I said indignantly.
"Well, don't." He said harshly. I tried to tell myself to calm down but I couldn't help feeling the urge to want to hit Will. He seemed so rude and egotistical, it made my blood boil.
"Alright everyone, bristle down." Brown said, waving his hand in the air. "No room for arguments here."
The room fell back into silence again and Brown slowly let his eyes drift closed. Only when he started to snore lightly did Will break the silence.
"Alright, so what's your problem?" He whispered to me. I thought for a few moments.
"Nothing is my problem, what's yours?" I asked. He shook his head in a 'I can't believe you're asking me that' kind of way.
"My..." He hesitated once again. I guess he was spotty on his relationship with Brooke and I suspected something had gone on between them that was going to be explained later. "Friend almost got killed because of Mickey... I can't help but to think that it's going to be all my fault if she doesn't make it through this..."
"Do you think she'll blame you?" I asked. Will eyes sparked and stared into my blue ones. Blue and black. Blue and black. "From what I was told, she willingly protected you, so I don't think you're to blame..." I said logically. Will looked a little relived but I could tell he was still worried. I glanced at the door again.
"I'm going to check on Kylie, make sure everything's okay..." I said making my way to the door. "She's been in there too long for my liking..." I reached for the door and instantly, felt that something was off. The door creaked slightly as it opened inward and I looked around the room.
The room was empty.
No Kylie.
Brooke lay peacefully in her bed, sleeping soundly. The window was firmly shut. My coat was folded neatly on the chair beside Brooke's bed. She was gone. The wind outside howled and I felt myself grow cold. Off in the distance, I heard a howl above the wind.
It was a lonely and sad howl. One filled of regret and longing. The sad howl invaded my core and I felt like crying.
"Colin? Is everything okay?" Will padded through the door. His eyes held curiosity and I stood by the window. "Where's Kylie?" he asked.
"Gone, long gone." I said, and I turned back to the window.
Awwwww... Poor Colin... My OCs hate me because I like to make them suffer...