Wings

Impact

~~"Life's all about moments of impact and how they change our lives forever." ~The Vow~~

The next three days I spent getting as much rest as I could, taking naps right after school and making sure I received plenty of rest during the night. Surprisingly, Lay's advice really helped; I hadn't seen the mysterious boy since that day in English class. But something didn't really feel right about it.

However, I had managed to push my past fears about the shadows and the boy behind me. Instead, I focused on my school work and playing my violin with Lay. The fact that it was Friday and last hour made matters even better. I couldn't wait for the weekend; I was sick of going to school and struggling to pay attention during classes. On weekends I could just relax and spend time with Jack, who was often too busy with college work to talk to during weekdays.

Once the bell rang, I gathered my books together and headed to my locker. The hallways were packed full of loud students and I struggled to reach my locker without getting bumped in to. Several times I was forced to stop walking and had to wait for a group of talking students to allow me to pass through.

When I finally did reach my locker, Lay was already waiting for me with her book bag slung across her shoulder and her violin case in hand. As always, she wore black eyeliner and a dark red shade of lipstick. Her jeans had several self made holes in them and her shirt was black with a skull on the front of it.

Only Chevrolet could pull off such a look. I almost envied her a little, slightly irritated that she could wear whatever she wanted and still manage to look good. If I wore anything relatively close to what she did, I would be laughed out of school, but everyone knew better than to mess with Lay. Although I rarely cared what I looked like, I knew that my constant sweatshirt and jeans was not very appealing to my features. There was hardly a time when I cared about my appearance though. There was no one to impress and my outfits were always comfortable, which was important since I walked almost everywhere I went.

"Ready to go?" Lay asked. I had been standing there with my locker open for who knows how long, spacing out on the appearance of myself and Lay.

"Yeah, sorry," I said, shutting my locker and balancing my violin case and book bag in two hands.

We headed out the back doors of the school and our feet carried us in the right direction. We had walked from the school to the studio so many times that I was sure we could manage the walk blindfolded.

As always, we walked in silence. The only sound was the snow crunching beneath our shoes and the hum of the wind, chilling our ears. I flung my book bag over my shoulder to free my right hand and then pulled my hood over my head. My ears warmed slightly and I continued to walk side by side down the snowy path with Lay.

When she spoke, I almost jumped. "Can I ask you something?" she said. It was silly but her voice shocked me; we always walked to the studio in silence. I couldn't remember the last time we had made conversation while we walked. We were quite people who buried our secrets deep within our souls, too broken to share any feeling.

"Of course," I said. My voice sounded strange from not having spoken much all day and I discreetly cleared my throat.

She glanced over at me. "What's going on with you and Bush?"

I stared at her for a moment and watched as she tried not to give anything away. "Why do you ask?" I asked after a few more seconds.

Her shoulders shrugged under her coat and her eyes refused to meet mine. "Just some of the things he's been telling me..." her voice trailed off.

"What kind of things?" I urged her. I hated that she and Bush were talking about me when I wasn't around. All three of us were close friends, especially since we all knew of sorrow, but we never really talked much to each other about our feelings. Or, at least, I didn't. The thought of Bush talking to her about our relationship made me on edge.