Will hung his head as he walked through the hallways, nudging past people, trying not to be noticed. Nowadays, whenever people saw him, they stopped.
And stared.
Sometimes Will could also hear them whispering.
"...that's Will Miller..."
"...heard that he beat up..."
"...Jackson..."
He heard them now, and he turned, glaring at the group of kids who were staring at him with wide eyes. With awe or fear, he didn't really know.
"What are you looking at?" he snapped, and the gaggle of kids ran away.
He hated it. He hated the attention, he hated the way people looked at him.
He hated Jackson.
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"You're really moody nowadays," Rosemary said from his doorway.
He didn't turn, his fingers tightening around his pencil as he sat hunched over his desk. "Go away, Rosemary. I don't want to talk."
"You never do anymore," Rosemary noted, coming into his room. "You used to come to my room every day. You don't do that now. What's wrong?"
Will pursed his lips, scribbling out more equations onto the paper.
"Come on, Will," Rosemary pleaded. "What happened?"
"What happened?" Will spun around in his chair, standing. Rosemary blinked at his sudden movement, taking a step back in alarm. "Why the hell don't you mind your own business? Ever since I got suspended, it's just 'Will, what happened?' or 'Why did you do that?' You don't understand, and if you don't understand, then just leave me alone!"
Rosemary frowned. "Will..."
"No! Don't Will me. I've heard enough of it!" he scowled, walking back to his desk, turning his back from her. "That's all I hear. 'Will, why are you doing this wrong? Oh, look, that's Will—he beat someone up, look how scrawny he is, how did he do it?'"
"You have to ignore all that," said Rosemary gently. "What you did was wrong, but—"
Will clenched his fists. Yes, hitting Jackson was wrong—but the reason why he had wasn't. It had been because Jackson hurt Rosemary, but Rosemary didn't know that.
No one could know that.
But he still got angry.
"Can you even hear yourself?" he demanded. "How would you know?"
Rosemary's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"
"You haven't been in school for more than two years!" Will shouted. "Stop pretending you know everything—you don't! You don't! You—you try. I swear, you try—and then come back. Until then, just leave me the hell alone."
Rosemary's lips parted, but she shook her head, turning toward the door. "Jeez, what happened to you?" she asked angrily, storming out.
He wanted to call her back, wanted to say something—but he wouldn't, he couldn't—
He fell to pieces on the floor, wondering how in the world Jackson had barged into his life.
~Lyn
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Noo, my baby Will :(
He's hurting so much! He loves Rosemary so much </3
Why must this be so saaaaaaaaad???
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