Love, Will

Chapter 2 - The First Text

The next day at school was a little better. People didn't really look at me as much as they did the previous day although there were still a couple of glances and really obvious stares. My friends, or should I say his friends were still not talking to me. But I guess that's fine. It's not like I wanted them to talk to me anyway. It was a normal day apart from the fact that I didn't go for break and ended up sitting in the library.

I wasn't feeling as bad as I was the previous day. Francis talked to me the night before. Apparently he heard me crying and sending the voice mail to him. I still couldn't say his name though. Whenever I do or when I heard people saying his name, the hole in my chest felt like it was getting bigger.

The final bell rang and I jolted out of my seat, went to my locker, stuffed my books in there and went on to leave the school. As I was making my way towards my car hurriedly, I didn't notice the catr that was headed my way. Until I heard the loud honking and saw it. I couldn't move. It was moving really quickly and the only thing that went through my head was the fact that I could finally be together with Will. That maybe it was already all planned out and we were supposed to end up together anyway.

I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the impact until I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist pulling me out of my current position. I landed on top of a body. I'm not dumb. I knew it was a guy's body and opened my eyes slowly. I was met with hazel eyes which were staring back at mine. That was when I realized that I didn't know this guy. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't popular but I do know the people that went to my school.

"You okay?" His voice reminded me of his. It was like his spirit is in this guy's body. I nodded. I couldn't say anything. While his eyes were green and this guy's eyes were hazel, I couldn't help but thought that they looked alike. I felt safe looking into his eyes and being in his arms. He let me go and we stood up dusting our bodies.

He offered his hand for a handshake and said, "I'm Drew. Drew Watford."

I took his hands. God, even his hands felt like Will's hands. I shivered at the contact. "Neelofa. Neelofa Summers."

He gave me a small smile and let go of my hand. I didn't know what was up with this guy. It was our first time encountering each other but I felt like I knew him. I don't know why I didn't stop him but when he touched my face, instead of flinching away from his touch, I leaned into it. It felt right.
He caressed my cheeks softly and I could hear his breath getting faster. Suddenly, it felt like we were the only ones in the parking lot and I almost wanted to cry because his touch felt so right.

But all of a sudden he let go and I opened my eyes. I saw him gulp and I don't know if I was imagining it. But I dare swear I saw his eyes tearing. "I have to go," He croaked out. And then he quickly walked away.

I half expected him to look back and wave. But he didn't.

♢

"How're you feeling?" Francis asked me while we were setting up the table for dinner.

I smiled. It wasn't a really genuine smile but it felt like I was starting to get better. Francis smiled back seeming genuinely happy that I was finally giving some sort of a reaction. We talked and then he said, "You know the new guy? Drew Watford? Some of my friends are holding a welcome party for him. Would you come?"

I bit my lip. It's not like I've never been to parties. I have. But it has been awhile since I have been to one after the incident. Hesitantly I nodded my head and said, "Sure, I'd love to."

Francis smiled at me and said thanks for agreeing. I think he was getting bored of having a sister that sits in her room 24/7 crying over her boyfriend's death.

Dinner went well. Mom and Francis seemed really happy with the fact that I was contributing to conversations. I wasn't talking much, but it was enough improvement. I spent some time with them watching tv before I decided that it was time to go back into my bedroom to get some rest.

I had left my phone in the room so when I went up I immediately checked it. I realized that I actually had a text but once I checked it, I almost fainted.

I was reading a text that said, "I miss you baby girl. Love, Will."

And what was more shocking was that, it was from Will's phone number.

Hey guys, so I've got like 6 readers now and decided to update just to keep the story going. I still have no idea where I'm going with this but I hope whoever you are likes this. :)