𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡 [1]

16

I showed up to class the next day, as I was expected to. I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday, my green sweater.

I sat in the back, away from everyone.

When Averman came in, he was quick to move towards me and ask what had happened, but I gave him a look and he immediately moved away and sat somewhere else. When everyone else came in and looked at me, I could see Averman shaking his head slightly at them, giving them a silent warning to not try it.

I was tired from last night.

I hadn't slept. I didn't go back to the room. I had stayed awake all night in the library that was offered and read a book that I had no interest in. At least it was interesting enough to keep me awake.

Adam came in last.

He didn't look at me.

I didn't want him to.

What I did want was to apologize to him but both of us knew I was too stubborn and wouldn't. Sometimes, I hated being stubborn.

I listened to Ms. McKay ramble on about whatever we were learning about. I took about two lines of notes before I started dozing off, when I realized I was I started writing "I hate Gordon" in my notebook.

I didn't get very far with that because soon I was head down on my desk, fast asleep.

I guess it was the end of the lesson because I felt a hand shaking my shoulder. I snapped up and looked over to see Dean looking down at me. Deep, dark bags under his eyes. I probably had matching ones.

I got up from my desk and grabbed my notebook as I followed everyone on their way out of the classroom.

Everyone was yawning or rubbing their faces.

I expected them to split ways with me to go to practice, but everyone kept walking towards the rooms. I looked over at Dean, who was walking next to me, "Don't you guys have practice?"

He shook his head, "McKay cancelled it. Told us to go sleep."

"Oh."

I guess I was super tired because I had followed everyone back to the rooms, not realizing it until I was laying down on my bed. I could've cried, it was such a nice and comfortable bed.

Julie and Connie were on their beds too, I thought they were asleep when I heard Connie's tired voice call out, "Where were you last night?"

I turned over in my bed so I was facing her, "I didn't want to be here in the off chance that Gordon would be waiting for me."

Connie yawned and nodded, her eyes were closing.

I turned back onto my back and listened to the silence around us for a moment, "Do you guys...you guys aren't mad at me...right?" I asked.

"Why would we be mad at you?" Julie asked from next to me, her voice slightly muffled by her face being half shoved into her pillow.

I paused before I answered, "Gordon. I mean, I'm what gave you guys the extra practice. I'm why you're so tired right now."

I heard movement from Julie's bed and then felt her body next to mine, I looked over at her as she laid down next to me, hardly enough room for us on my twin sized bed, "Of course we aren't mad at you...we were more worried than anything. It kinda freaked us out when you didn't show up last night. I was scared something happened to you."

I felt Connie next to me now, all of us squished together on my bed, "Besides, I'm mad at Coach. I don't like the way he talked to you. It was rude." Julie nodded.

"Thank you."

Both of them mumbled something in their sleepiness, "Can I tell you guys something?"

"Of course."

There was two things I wanted to tell them, "The reason Gordon told me that I was going to end up like my dad was because...well, my dad's in jail. He um...well, I guess he killed somebody. It was a total accident, of course, but he still did. Gordon knows that and I don't know exactly why he said it, but I think he knew that it would hurt me."

Connie and Julie were silent for a minute until I felt both their arms hugging me, it was a little uncomfortable because of the space in the bed all of us had but it was still a nice gesture, "I'm sorry, Wren." Connie comforted.

"Can we ask what happened?"

I didn't want to answer it, but I trusted my new friends and I knew they wouldn't judge me, "He, um, was drunk. I was at a friend's house and it was time for me to go home and their mom called my dad. She offered to drive me home but he said he would come get me...he hit someone on the way...yeah, it was not a fun time for my family. Especially my mom."

"I'm sorry." They both said.

We fell into a comfortable silence; all of us slowly falling into a sleep.

"Also, I kissed Gunnar."

"WHAT?"