In the shadows, under the bleachers

Chapter 7

The next day I moved around the school to all of my classes feeling like a zombie that had just woken up from his grave nap. The only difference? Is it that I didn't get any sleep? It was currently 3:30 so I had to wait about two hours until Mark's game started so I was in the library, shelving all the returned books with my headphones in. After I finished I went to the corner and started reading my book getting lost in the pages. I always had this thought that books were like movies just more descriptive, like a script for movies.

So whenever someone asked me why I enjoyed reading so much I told them that. They would be confused and wonder why I don't just watch movies instead but I'm not much of a movie watcher, I'm more of a TV show person.

"There you are," Will said taking out one of my headphones. He sat down next to me.

"Here I am." I closed my book and reached for my bag.

"That's a good book," Will suddenly said, "Nice read." I was shocked, no one really knows this book. It's not popular but it's one of my favorites.

"You've read this?"

"Yeah, I picked it up because I was bored. Didn't think it would be any good but I liked it." He smiled. "You hungry?" He asked suddenly.

"Do you have food?"

He nodded, "Wasn't really hungry during lunch so yeah. You want it?"

"Sure." He pulled out a container and handed it to me. "What is it?"

"Sushi, I've been trying to cook new things. This was next on my list."

"There's a list?" I asked smiling.

"Yes there is a list." He said.

"You liking cooking?" I asked, interested.

"It's a fun hobby."

"That's cool, so what have you made so far?" I asked, opening the container. He went on to talk about all of the dishes he had made. I started to zone out and remember the events from last night. Mark hadn't come home, my mom insisted that Will spend the night, The next thing I remember is that he somehow ended up in my bed cuddling me. My face felt warm as I remember leaning in and-

"So yeah that's all I made, you want to see the list?" He asked, I nodded. I didn't kiss him to stop making up stuff brain, all I did was lean into his hold. It felt nice. I looked over the list and there were a lot of different dishes. Everything was mapped out, the ingredients, the measurements, and everything.

"For a hobby, this is very detailed." I pointed out.

He hummed in agreement, "By the way sorry for yesterday."

"It's fine." I shot him down. We're are not going to talk about that.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said handing him the container. I looked at the clock which read 4:30.

"Looking at the clock isn't going to make the time go faster, you do know that don't you reckless artist." He smiled, leaning his head against the wall.

"I know, also I've been getting better." Liar.

"You have?" He asked. I nodded standing up. "Where are you going?" Will asked.

"You mean where are we going?" I repeated.

His head tilted and he smiled, "What?"

"I'm bored, let's go." He stood up and followed me out of the library. For the next hour, the two of us walked around the empty halls until I noticed a staircase.

"Aiden no," Will said.

I quickly looked away,"What? I wasn't going to do anything."

"What was that you were saying? Something about getting better?"

"I am, but I can't help my urges." I shrugged, walking into an empty classroom. Will followed behind me. "What, are you going to suggest I start taking the pills?"

"I'm not saying anything, plus aren't there side effects or something?"

"Side effects include vomiting, diarrhea changes in mood, and so on." I listed off, sitting on one of the desks.

He made a face, "I didn't need to know those first two."I laughed. "What's so funny?"

"Your face. And for the record, you asked." I lay down on the desk.

"Seriously? You're about to be seventeen and you're laughing at my face."

"Yes I am." I smiled, "you know what that means?"

"What does it mean?"

"Means that you're going to be nineteen," I said, it took him a minute to register what I meant.

"Now you're just making me feel old."

"What do you mean? You're still a teenager."

"Yeah, but still."

"What? You don't like the thought of growing up and becoming an adult?" I wondered. However who wants to become an adult and have so many responsibilities?

"Who does?" He asked.

"Good point." I looked at my phone. 5:15. "Don't you need to go?" I asked sitting up.

"Game doesn't start till 6:30. Coach gave us an updated schedule." Wasn't there another party?

"Hey so then does that mean I can-"

"No." He shot me down.

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"Aiden no, you can't."

"But why? I can be careful." I gave him my best convincing smile.

"Can you?" He asked.

"Yes, yes I can."

He stayed quiet, until his phone went off, "Yeah Mark?" There was a pause, "Yeah I guess." He glanced at me. "Yeah, I will." He hung up.

"What did he want?" I asked.

"He wants me to look after you for the night, he isn't going to the game." He looked uncertain of something, "He's busy with something."

"With what?" He wasn't on to just leave like that. I was worried.

"Wouldn't say." Another pause, "Only if I go with you so you don't do anything."

"Are you going to be watching me the entire night?"

"Most likely." He shrugged, "Take it or leave it."

"Oh, I'm taking it." I grinned. He smiled back.

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His game went great, they won. We went to the party, Will wouldn't let me get that drunk. Mark still hadn't shown up, but that's okay.

So what's the worst that could happen in just a few hours?