Cortello - D'Angelo (Old)

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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 - 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥

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A hand grabbed my arm as I rushed out of my last period class. Instructively, I flinched at the unwelcomed touch and the hand that wrapped around my forearm was no longer there.

"Aiden?" I I looked at the frantic looking older male who couldn't seem to keep his hand out of his already messed up hair.

His body language screamed anxious, scared, angered, scared and worried. His eyes were swirling with all the same kinds of emotions, anger, panic, fear, and most of all, worry.

"Do you have all your stuff?" He questioned, his voice sounding just as frantic as he looked.

"No, some books are still in my locker." I dismissed his question quickly, responding with my own, "Aiden, what's going on?"

"Okay, go get your stuff and meet outside." He ignored my question and abruptly turned towards the direction to exit the school.

"But I thought Damon was picking me up?" I called behind Aiden's retreating figure.

"Damon's at the hospital!" Aiden called heedlessly over his shoulder.

Suddenly I was aware of the attention on me from the rest of the student body that has just heard what Aiden said.

But that moment was one of the times where I couldn't ponder of what other people thought.

I gave myself time to process what he just said.

Damon's at the hospital.

That sentence could mean a lot of things though.

It could mean he was visiting someone, or -wishful thinking here- but he could've have had a psychiatric therapy session like I did.

That sentence could've meant anything.

It occurred to me that I had to haul ass if I wanted to know what was happening and I sprung into action. I made it to my locker then to the the exit of the school while the rest or the students were taking their sweet time.

I angered a lot of students as I ran through the crowd, pushing whoever was in my way out of it, and I could not have cared less.

Aiden was outside waiting for me in the passenger seat of one of my brothers' SUVs with Elliot in the driver's seat. The two of them were having what looked to be a very serious conversation when Elliot caught my eye.