THE HIT SHOW [ONGOING]

ACT 3, SCENE 5: The Right Words

It had been three days since Willow had heard Nahil's voice. 

During class, she sat away from the boys, in the corner as the edgy, angsty teen that she was. When it came to rehearsals, he was never around so that made it easy for both of them to avoid each other. 

During their time in the dining hall, it was quiet. Nahil would go off with Sylvie, whether it be a stroll or an excuse to get away from Willow and Asim would be left with alone with her. Asim wasn't the best at conversations however, when he did speak, he knew the perfect response  to come up with. 

Nahil was non-confrontational and Willow was stubborn. 

Sylvie was silent and Asim, well Asim was sick of it. 

During lunch, Nahil grabbed his food and told Sylvie to come with him. Nahil wasn't going to sit at the table and act as though nothing had happened. He was hurt and he couldn't contain it. 

Asim, grabbing his mate by the arm, stopped him. 

"Sit."

It was the first time Asim had been so firm with someone that even Willow felt a little intimidated. She glanced down at her meal, picking at it. 

Nahil sat, so did Sylvie. She was glad that something was going to be done about this. 

"Talk."

Nahil glanced at Asim, who had put his fork down and had his arms across his chest. He etched his strong jaw toward Willow, directing Nahil to speak to her. 

Willow didn't want to be there.

Nahil let out a sigh, almost wishing Willow said something. She always had something to say but this time, she was awfully quiet. It worried him, that was for sure but he didn't want this to keep going. On one hand, he couldn't forget what she had said to him. 

I suggest you do the same.

Nahil stood up, leaving his plate of food on the table, as he walked off. Sylvie groaned, almost annoyed at this situation. 

"Thanks, Asim," She admitted. 

Willow pretended to be invisible. 

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"And then, he said that I looked pretty when I wore my hair out."

Willow smiled as her friend, who gushed over her new crush. She liked seeing her like this. The way she smiled and spoke was almost a little different, now that she was speaking with Nahil. 

The two girls were seated on the bottom bunk- Willow's bunk- as they spoke in hushed tones, to keep their conversation private. 

"Also, did you notice how he sits so straight and poised and he's really smart too, also he's funny and-

"He is," Willow cut her off. "He's funny, he's smart, he's also really mature for his age. He's realistic, he cares and he thinks about others..."

Willow buried her face into her hands, letting out a low groan. She couldn't help it, she couldn't take the silence any longer. She missed her friend and she felt responsible for his pain. 

Sylvie bit her lip, her piercing eyes glancing over at her helpless friend. A sudden smile broke on her lips, figuring out a solution to her problem. 

"I'll be seeing him tonight, maybe you should come and speak to him?"

Willow listened to her friend as her face buried her hands, almost like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, to protect itself from potential threat.