Course Of Action

CHAPTER 8: Misbehaviour

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M I S B E H A V I O U R

PoV: Wilma Morris...|

The next morning I met Diana at our lockers. Besides the lengthy nap I took when I came home the night prior, I had had trouble getting any sleep, constantly waking up from one nightmare after another with little will to lay back down and drift back into it.

Having given up just past 4 am, I had decided to occupy myself with a book until it was time to go to school. So to say I was just 'tired' was an understatement. I barely felt strong enough to stand up, taking any chance I had to lean up against my locker or sitting down.

Having listened to Diana ramble about her morning, the little focus I had was cut off as Damian walked past us in the hallway. My mind was drawn back to what had happened the night of the party, their rather unpleasant moment together and the dark fate Kitty faced not too long after. I couldn't help but wonder if he knew she was dead, and that their very last interaction would be that one bitter kiss on the couch. If it was, that is.

Because of their history together I felt that he would have been contacted about it. He had broken up with her during the summer break between sophomore and junior year. Now, thanks to Leslie, I at least knew why...Kinda. Their relationship was admittedly a bit...odd in retrospect, even during the times they were still considered "okay". So that it ended the way it did probably shouldn't have come as a big surprise after all.

Being dumped by one of the schools—then—sought after dreamboats undoubtedly bruised Kitty's ego, and I guessed the drama she started following was a pitiful attempt to raise herself to the skies. A last hope of making herself feel better. What I had heard concerning what she had said and claimed were only bits and pieces which I had picked up over time, not any complete stories, but compared to Leslie's story from the day before they didn't feel entirely accurate.

"Wilma? Hello?"

"Hmm? Sorry—" I snapped out of my thoughts, a smidge of guilt eating at me for spacing out on her. "I woke up really early today, so I'm a bit out of it."

"I get you girl, so don't apologise. But in case you missed it, I'm going shopping later today. Feel free to join me if you want."

She repeated her proposal for me and I gave her a heavy nod. The need to go on with my life as usual was strong, and to occupy the free time I had with Diana sounded much more pleasant than sitting in my room with my thoughts as the only company available.

"Sure, I'll come along!"

"Cool! Let's start heading to class now though. We might get late otherwise." She grabbed her bag from between her feet, and picking up my own I agreed with her statement.

"Hey, Wilma! Wait up!!"

Just as we started heading down the hallway a voice called out to me, and stopping in my tracks, I looked back to the guy calling my name. I saw Xander pushing by people in the hallways, fending them off in hopes of catching me in time. Slightly out of breath he stopped and asked if I had a minute, and looking over to Diana, she only shrugged.

"I'll wait in class I guess...Don't take too long!" I watched as she sent me a playful wink before making her way down the hall, her platinum hair disappearing amongst the students.

Directing my focus back to Xander I felt my nerves taking over me, a slight tension lingering between us after our adventures that past friday. A feeling of discomfort managed to sneak in as well however, as flashbacks from how that night ended began to intrude on the good part of our memories together. I was unsure on how to approach him, unaware of how much he actually remembered from that night. So for a moment we simply stood there in silence. However, taking him in I could see he was trying to find the right words to say, and therefore let him take his time. He had come for me for a reason after all.