Chapter 3: “You've hurt yourself.”It was clearly a ‘giving him a silence treatment’ kind of thing the following day for Hawthorne. Like Railings would care, but Hawthorne didn't care about whether the other cared or not. He was very much determined on giving him the silence treatment. Pathetic Railings! Frustrating Railings! A piece of shit Railings! If onlyi could punch him in the guts!
Hawthorne huffed as he walked towards his dorm room.
“Hawthorne, where did you sleep last night?” That was the first question Railings asked as Hawthorne stepped inside the dorm room.
Despite the worry that lingered in Railings tone, Hawthorne didn't say anything as he walked up to the bathroom. Railings' question hung unanswered, a thread of concern hanging between them. But Hawthorne, seemingly indifferent, proceeded towards the bathroom without a word.
The sound of running water filled the room, a distraction from the unspoken conflict. Railings stood rooted to the spot, unsure of how to bridge the growing distance between them. Finally, the bathroom door creaked open, Hawthorne stepping out in a cloud of steam. Railings, still in the room, turned to face him, his expression softening.
“Hawthorne….”
Hawthorne’s eyes flicked up, meeting Railings’ gaze for a moment before darting away. He walked up towards his closet and changed to a clean set of clothes before he walked out to have breakfast at the cafeteria.
“What happened?” Jones asked as he carefully observed Hawthorne who wore a scowling expression.
“Nothing, just feeling under the weather.” Hawthorne settled down with his friends and dragged an empty plate next to him before he grabbed his chopsticks and started filling his plate.
Sam leaned closer, “Went home alright this morning? What did Railings say?”
Hawthorne snorted, “Who cares what that ass-wipe say?”
Jones and Sam watched him with a mix of concern and confusion, their eyes darting between him and the vacant space where Railings usually sat."Hey, man, that's not like you," Jones ventured, a hint of apprehension in his voice. "Are you sure everything's okay?”
Hawthorne didn't look up from his plate. "I said I'm fine," he snapped, his jaw clenched tight.
“Easy there…” Sam chuckled, he knew how Hawthorne felt towards Railings. He was used to that kind of reaction and he knew about the events that took place last night, Hawthorne slept at Sam's dorm room after all.
Hawthorne's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly as he took a deep breath, his grip on the chopsticks loosening a fraction.
"Sorry," he muttered, still not making eye contact. "Just not in the mood."
Jones nodded,“If there's something going on you should talk to us.”
Hawthorne scoffed. "Nothing's going on, okay?”
Sam leaned towards Jones, “He's on his periods, let him be.”
With a slight nod, Jones continued eating. Breakfast proceeded in silence, the clatter of chopsticks and the scrape of utensils against plates the only sounds to break through the tension. But even in the silence, the air crackled with unspoken questions and unaddressed issues.
When the meal was finally over, Hawthorne stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as he pushed it back. Without a word, he stalked out of the cafeteria, leaving Jones and Sam staring after him, their expressions a mix of frustration and worry. He's definitely punching something today, Sam chuckled regardless.
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