Angel Of A Morning

Chapter Twenty-One: Even Angels Need Angels

One week later...

A week after being given the news of attending a family dinner with his girlfriend, (Y/n) Donohue had been attempting to comfort himself with the idea of meeting his future in-laws as the pressure was slowly becoming too much to handle. He was talented enough to hide his worries from others but doing so towards Kate proved to be more difficult, having to lie to Kate's face.

(Y/n) had waited all week for Sunday to come. Now that it had finally arrived, he had been sweltered with anxiety and negative thoughts. For the whole morning, (Y/n) was in the library, studying up on the play he was to take part in that coming Wednesday. As it turned out, he was given a crucial role in the play of Romeo & Juliet. He wasn't quite familiar with Shakespeare, which was why (Y/n) took the time to read up on it for the past few days.

In the absence of her boyfriend, Kate Marsh had been busy catching up on her religious faith by going to church and reading the bible as well as reconciling herself through prayer to her Almighty God. The town church was always open to God's children if ever they desired to seek guidance, particularly on Sundays where people could attend mass and keep their faith strong and alive. Although, Kate was there for more than just guidance and reconciliation.

Her infamous video which caused widespread criticism to her good intentions were askew as Kate Marsh struggled to cope through life when every waking moment she was terrorised with blasphemy and heresy for attending the Vortex Club party. People shun her out - inclusively her own family - and Kate was staggeringly losing her faith. Even after having a decrease in the video's spread, its mark had still been left on her.

Even being at church, Kate felt self-conscious about those in the house of God with her whom she feared were thinking negative thoughts about her. Kate had isolated herself in the very back corner of the church were she wouldn't be in anybody's direct line of sight, but rather hidden so that she could establish her connection with God in peace. Kate prayed and prayed, begging for an end to her problems, wishing that she could no longer life in darkness.

Kate silently cried to herself as she gripped her cross for dear life. The few people who were in the church - a majority of elderly people who could do whatever they pleased in comparison to the high-school drop-outs - were too focused or too distracted to even notice Kate and her dilemma. Eventually, Kate was able to calm herself down before she gave one last prayer before she took her leave in order to return to campus and prepare for that evening.

Kate had briefly secluded herself in her room in order to acquire new clothes to wear for later that evening. She took with her a towel and had a quick shower before she returned to her dorm. Meanwhile, (Y/n) was doing the same but at a much slower rate. His fears of being a let-down to Kate's parents due to his overall appearance was overwhelming which cost him time and self-confidence.

(Y/n) was startled when he heard a knock at his door. When he realised what time it was, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and composed himself before he answered the door. To (Y/n)'s lack of comprehension, he staggered backwards when a fist kissed his mouth and fell on his back. The feeling of blood trickled from the cut on his bottom lip where standing at the doorway to the room was the jock - (Y/n)'s Blackwell Academy nemesis.

Pulling himself up to his feet, (Y/n) confronted the jock and staunchest him. "Yo, what's your damage man?!"

"You don't get to talk shit to me after what you did to me in the locker room, Leslie." The jock snapped breathily.

The strong smell of alcohol hit (Y/n)'s face. It provided the clear indication that the jock was intoxicated when he confronted (Y/n) at his dorm. Others were still in their rooms when the disturbance began, but things didn't escalate straight away, so nobody would be aware just yet.