The look behind those tired eyes

Chapter eight - Are you mental?!

Rookie Chandler

"You're joking, right? Who on this planet came up with that?!" I was livid. Sure, anyone can think what they want, it's most likely true, (except for these accusations on me) but assuming that Will touched his sister?!

It crossed a line for me. For some reason.

"Apparently, Markus said something about Darren having something to do with this," Will sighed and pinched his bridge. "Well...wait, who even is Darren?" I asked, unsure of who Darren was.

"He's someone on the football team. Honestly, Rookie, we have to do something. I don't believe you did it and the other thing is disgusting to even think about." There was sincerity in his voice, which was nice. But something felt really odd.

"I mean...we could...I don't know...beat them until they're unconscious?" Will looked at me with wide eyes."

"Are you mental?! I mean, I wouldn't say no, but still! Actually. Forget I said that, I'm totally down!" He smirked. He really is cute, huh?

God, why can't I stop thinking that?! I internally scolded myself

I shrugged. "I know we need to do something, genius. It's just what, is the question." He nodded.

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Will Vinny

It was a long day to say the least. I was more than glad I caught him before he found out through someone else by getting the living shit beat out of him. Call me a hero now!

It was just after those many hours we stood there, brainstorming on what to do, when that stupid Mia troll was yapping away about Rookie. Saying how stinky his house was and how his mom just moped around. Then she mentioned Hillary; how she's practically a little coo coo because of her imagination.

Now, that hit a nerve.

Hillary was a sweet little angel. And my sister's friend. She was coping the same way Stella was, by imagining that her father was still around to see her grow up. She's told me before about how her father is up in the stars and watching her. I wouldn't say that makes her coo coo at all.

So I walked up to her. Stomping, actually.

"What did you just fucking say?" I said before I reached her. My temper wasn't going to let anything slide once I saw her.

"Eavesdropper much? Sheesh, go away. I know you hang out with him so why don't you ask him?" She gave me a dirty look, swaying her hand around like she was the big bitch. Her friends laughing caused me to glare at them in the most menacing look I have ever gave. They stopped immediately.

"Then tell me something, snooby, if you're going through something as young as her—as tragic as her—would you not believe it when someone told you the most hopeful things? No. That's what I thought, so shut your goddamn yapping mouth about his family. His Dad died, so you think he did it? Why?! Because he's a fucking quiet kid?! Is that it, huh?!"

I was furious. More than furious. Rage wasn't even an option. I was seeing red. I was feeling everything around me collapsing with how much anger I had. Anger that wanted to fly right the fuck out of my system.

But she only laughed.

She laughed and I wanted to send her somewhere where no one will see her ever again.

I wanted her to suffer the pain Rookie and Hillary went through.

I wanted her to suffer through being accused of what I was assumed of.

People were accusing him of murder while others are assuming I raped my sister.

Maybe I was the one who's mental.