Thristy for us

Ellen pours her heart out when she later announces that she is leaving school. Not with a yellow clear reason, but a nonetheless good reason to be able to do it. It would be something her parents had decided after she confessed that they had decided to break up. Ellen had said something about their relationship and the cause of their anger successively, but never had she said anything about the two of them breaking up. Her father is said to have cheated, but always managed to make up for it, I wonder. But what was the obvious cause now, causing Ellen to leave, remained a question to me.

Then we walk to our lesson together for the last time, before she leaves for home this evening. All day I walk around in a bad mood, due to the goodbye with Ellen that was to occur later that day, and then I am all, alone. In the hallway before my last class, I was so caught up in my own world that I didn’t even see Wyat standing there.

Suddenly, his voice comes from right next to me, “Leave Colten alone.” I look at him strangely. Not in months had he said a word to me, and now I had to stay away from Colten, which is exactly what I had heard before. “You’re not the boss and can’t force me to stay away from him,” I say, looking up at him angrily. Straight into those eyes, giving me a glimpse of his soul. An empty soul, a shell. From shock, I step back.

I had never seen darkness like this before, and this darkness was giving me fear. He doesn’t notice my fearful recoil. It’s as if he sees it as a challenge. To see how far I would go to provoke him. “Avery, you know who I am,” he says with a crooked smile. Fear creeps up on me, the way he says my name. Frightened, I step back another step, causing me to fall against the lockers. Wyat comes even closer now, still with his eyes drilled into mine. “Please Wyatt, let me go,” I say inconsistently because I seem to have lost my voice.

He runs his hands over my face. I feel my body relax under his touch. The body that betrays me. How is it that everything is screaming inside me to walk away, but his touch keeps me from taking a step away from him? “If you’re not going to listen to me, it might end badly for you.” His voice raises the hairs on my arms and makes me walk away when he lets go, as fast as my legs can carry me.

In my room, with my back against the door, I can finally breathe quietly again. Only the feeling of loneliness continues to overwhelm me, even though Ellen has only just been gone a few hours. That night, therefore, I slept very briefly, in a dreamless sleep.

When I finally woke up, I moved back to school, alone today. On campus, I still run into Colten, but wisely ignore going to him. Why, really? Am I really afraid of Wyat? He threatened me, and I was scared, fleeing from him like a sheep from the wolf. And by the look, I just caught from him, he loved it. It was a cowardly action of mine, which I now regret.

In the day, I kept quiet until, between classes, I was alone with Colten. Wyat was already in class with Miranda, for I had seen them enter not long before I passed them. I had to take a different class from them that day, which Colten isn’t at yet, I wonder if he is coming, but when he approaches me, the doubt changes immediately.

He takes my hand and pulls me into a classroom, where no class is currently taking place. “Did Wyat say something?” He asks me in a whisper, afraid to be heard. I nod and lower my face. Too mortified to look at him at the moment. “Pussy, I knew he was up to something. Did he hurt you?” He asks a little louder now, with a growl escaping past his teeth. Teeth that seemed sharper to me than I had already seen them from him.

At first, I wanted to flinch backward, but for what? The fear I should be feeling failed to materialize. Which is odd, because of the threat Wyat gave me earlier. I had run away from Wyat as fast as I could. It was as if my body was picking up signals from him, and Colten wasn’t having that effect on me. “Colten, he threatened me, and I’m ashamed I ran away,” I say in a steady voice, facing him. Looking into his eyes now though, eyes that remind me of Wyat’s eyes, making me suddenly see the similarities, between them. Could they be more than friends and roommates? You could almost say they are brothers. “You’ve done well, Avery.

I wouldn’t like anything to happen to you,” he says in a voice that comes out more, like a gargle. As if his voice is distorted. When I see his white teeth going at me sharply, I can already taste the blood, but at that moment I hear the door slam open and Wyat stands in front of me. Angry, he looks at Colten in front of me before ordering me to leave.

He shouldn’t have told me this twice. My fear made me run. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I entered my room, completely panicked and still leaning against the door, afraid someone would open it behind me.

An hour later, I am no longer standing against the door, but sitting against it, still with my heart pounding in my chest. The fear I just felt came more from Wyat coming storming in angrily or saying furiously, though without too many words.

I just couldn’t figure him out, everything was too intense. The look the two of them shot at each other. It was more than friendship, or brotherhood, it was like hate.