The Heartbreaking Agreement

Chapter I

4 months earlier...

I hated Jerome Walls. And not just because he causes trouble.I could care less about his lifestyle, his looks and attitude. I always try to avoid this kind of people and for the most time of my life I can say it was successful. If you didn't care about them they wouldn't care about you and that was my goal.

I never liked to have all attention to myself. Some people are born to be famous, big movie or music stars, smile to all those cameras, flashes burning their eyes and smiling without breaks. Thousand of worth dresses on a red carpet with a perfect, fuzzy hairstyles and high heel shoes more expensive than a car - not really my thing.

You can't say I belonged to a group of rebellions, who would wear too much make-up, wear only black cloths, smoke, have sex and who knows what else. This description more fits Jerome and his little zombies who can't think for themselves. That's why they try to get to Jerome as close as they can to get his brain.

Bunch of idiots, really.

Jerome Walls could jump from a bridge with his zombies right after him and I could just turn around and walk away.But not today.

You see, for some explainable reason my best friend became a zombie without giving me any signs or telling me about it. I'm not sure why or when it happened, but I'm pretty confident that it all started during last summer.

After our first year of freshmen year in college I decided to spend my summer in London, where my grandparents live. I didn't see them for a while so I thought it would be a good time to spend some heartwarming days together.

London is an amazing city with such a beautiful history and places that you need to see when you're there. Especially St Dunstan in the East. Man, that place is really something. You can feel this stronger and more powerful force around you, something more than just physical, something that you can touch and see. It was something spiritual.

As much as I enjoyed my stay in London, Quinn stayed in his little apartment in the college area. I e-mailed or called him everyday to make sure he didn't spend his whole day on watching Glee or Once Upon A Time and eating mint-chocolate chip ice cream. At some point he stopped picking up his phone and I would talk to him only once a week for few minutes. It seemed like he was busy.

Yeah, right.

I tried to talk to him multiple times, but every time I mentioned Jerome he would change the subject, get mad or just walk away. Or all above. But I didn't give up. I tried to talk to his friends and his classmates to figure out if they know anything, but none of them had the answer I was looking for.

So now, I was staring at his back trying to find strength to not get up, take him with me outside and kick his butt. Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn't do that. I wasn't strong or emotionally stable to harm my only best friend.

Because of my weak personality I was stuck with those European girls who were obsessed with K-Pop. Or J-Pop. Or maybe both. I didn't care to ask them.