Chapter two
'I'm such an ass.' Will thought to himself as he walked down the hallway. He couldn't believe what he had done to Layla. She was his best friend and he hurt her. He didn't mean to let his temper get the best of him. It was just the fact that she said she would choose him. Not Warren. That was no excuse; there was no excuse for hurting your best friend that you have known ever since they were little kids.
Will sighed, what was he going to do? He knew that if he apologized that it would not be good enough. She was a really forgiving person and she let him pass on so many things, like being a horrible best friend and canceling on hang out nights. Will couldn't even remember the last time they talked on the phone.
It wasn't that he didn't want to hang out with her; it was just that he was with Gwen and she was taking up a lot of his time now. It seemed as if he could never make her fully happy. It sucked. Whenever he wasn't with her, she was on the phone with him, she was texting him, showing up where he is, she was there all the time.
He liked Gwen a lot, but sometimes he just wished that she would give him space to breathe. Give him a chance to hang out with his friends and have it just like old times, if only for a few hours.
He remembered when he had tried to eat lunch with them. Will shook his head at the memory. She was not happy about sitting at the Hero Support table. She had laughed and called them losers and said that they were better then them now, that we didn't really need them.
Will glanced up when he heard the sound of people talking. It was Layla; she was talking to Magenta about something. He couldn't help himself; he walked up behind them and cleared his throat to get their attention.
They turned to him and he was met with two different reactions. Layla was surprised and Magenta was pissed. She moved to stand in front of Layla, and put her hands on her hips.
"What do you want?" she hissed at him.
"I-I need to talk to Layla." He stammered.
"Haven't you done enough?"
"No, its okay, Mage." Layla stepped out from around Magenta and looked at Will. He smiled at her but she didn't smile back. She placed her hand over her wrist, where he was sure that there was a bruise.
He nodded at her wrist, "I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to grab you like that. I was angry and I felt jealous that you would rather be with Warren then with me."
"It's not like that. I didn't choose you because I didn't feel like putting up with Gwen the entire time we are together. I mean come on Will, when was the last time we talked, when was the last time you hung out with us, or anyone with out her around?"
Mage shook her head and smirked. Will knew that she was probably thinking the worst of him, and he couldn't blame her, he would think that same thing if the roles were reversed.
"Things are gonna change, I promise, from now on, we will hang out every Wednesday. With no interruptions from Gwen either."
Layla looked at Magenta who shook her head in defeat. Layla sighed and looked back at him, "Okay, but I swear, Will, this is your last chance." He nodded and was about to give her a hug when the door behind them opened.
Warren came out and looked at the girls with a surprised face. But once he saw Will the sort-of friendliness was gone and it was replaced with a look of hatred. His eyes hardened and his entire body went ridged. Will glanced down and saw that his hands were balled into fists.
'Great, another fight today,' Will thought to himself.
"What are you doing here," Warren growled at him.
"I was just talking to him." Layla said as she looked up at him. "He apologized to me for the bruise and losing his temper."
Warren visibly relaxed and Magenta snickered. Will looked at her with curious eyes. What was that about?
As Will continued to wonder what that was about he didn't hear the argument that Layla and Warren began to get into.
"What are you talking about, he apologized for hurting me." Will caught as he snapped back to the present.
"He hurt you before, what is to stop him from hurting you again?" Warren crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at Layla who had her hands on her hips and was glaring back.
"I just know."
"Well that's not good enough!" Warren raised his voice.
"Don't yell at me like that." Layla pointed at Warren and poked him in the chest, "You do not get to tell me who I can and cannot hang out with."
"Well, I just did."
Will and Magenta both backed up from them. Will was curious about why Warren wasn't flamed up and stuff like that, he didn't understand why it was that when she poked him she didn't get burned.
They seemed to have forgotten that they were in front of the principles office. When Principle Powers stepped out of her office and looked at them she sighed and said, "Is there a problem here?"
Warren and Layla looked at her in shock for a second, and then they both started to talk at the same time. Will caught the word 'dumb' form Warren and the words 'ass, over protective, and none of his business' from Layla.
Powers shook her head and sighed. "Quiet." Both Warren and Layla stopped talking. "I would like to see both of you in my office, right now." With that Powers turned and walked into her office.
"This is your fault." Layla said as she followed the principle.
"My fault? How so?" Warren said as he followed close behind.
Before the door shut Will and Magenta heard Layla say, "Because, you're an ass."
Magenta started to laugh and will looked shocked. He wasn't used to hearing Layla swear, but she did and it was hilarious.
They both laughed as they started to walk down the hallway to lunch.
At least Will had gotten his best friend back. But there was something that wasn't sitting well with him. He didn't like that Layla and Warren were talking, but now they were bickering. It was almost as if they were a couple.
Will stopped at the doors to the lunchroom and frowned, 'were they a couple?' Will didn't like that thought, he didn't want to think about them together. They couldn't be.
Nice, they just had to get in trouble again?
Well what do I do next?