A/n: Probably the shortest chapter ever. Dont worry, I'm posting two chapters today. Just thought this should stand on its own. Not sure when I'll update, I have drama rehersal everday after school this week, since I'm the lead and all. ( Ha, I love being able to say that)
Because the tension's like a fire
(Fast forward, now in the present, where the first chapter took place. A few seconds after Mark walked away)
A door slammed
And then more silence
The group merely remained sitting indolently, for what else could they do ?
Eyes revealed varying emotion, and lack there of.
Some were set on Roger, but others felt as if he was the last thing belonging in their line of vision.
They all remained silent and unmoving, for it had only been a few seconds, despite the duration feeling it stretched for hours.
The only motion stirring the deteriorating room was Roger's commencement of subconsciously rubbing at his side. The old scar under his sweater.
It hadn't even been a minute
And his eyes were the coldest of all