The Boy With Green Eyes

Chapter 8: Closer

New chapter for y'all! It's  back to Terrie, but I have a surprise POV coming up soon! <3 love you all :)

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Brody's brother seemed kind of nervous and only glanced up rarely to look at us both. He didn't recognise Brody beside me, causing Brody to tense even more and squeeze the life out of my shoulder. Prying his hand off me, I stood up, leaving Brody on the seat. With a last glance at him, I moved forward towards his brother.

"Can I help you?" I smiled and tried to get him to relax a bit.

He muttered something unintelligible under his breath softly before meeting my eyes. His were a stony grey with a hint of blue circling his pupil. It suited him and my heart softened, knowing his predicament from Brody.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that, what was your name?" I decided it was best to start fresh as he didn't know who we were.

"Um," he began. "I'm Jake Evans and you're supposed to be my student mentor."

Student mentor? I didn't sign up for that. But if it meant spending time with this cutie I was up for it.

"Oh of course. Sorry, I hadn't been told yet." I laughed gently, earning a nervous chuckle from Jake.

"So, ah, we are supposed to hang out and talk and do homework or whatever like once a week so..." he trailed off.

I moved forward and stuck my hand out for him to shake. "Sounds awesome Jake."

We shook hands and traded phone numbers before he departed in a hurry. He was very obviously nervous. Talking to any senior would be.

I spun and faced Brody who had paled a little. Which was odd since he was supposed to be a ghost. His posture was stiff and his blue eyes watery. I never thought about just how hard this would be for him to come back and see his family and loved ones. I beckoned him to stand up and come over to me before giving him a tight hug. We needed no words; he understood that this was going to work out now and I understood his heartache.

Releasing him, I stepped back and smiled sympathetically.

"You know, you should go and find young Thomas." He smirked. The old Brody was back. I lightly punched him in the arm before replying.

"I know. Where do you think he went?"

We both thought for a moment before speaking in unison, "The hospital."

Walking into the front entrance was daunting. The building was massive and the last time I had been here was the days after the accident, watching each of my friends pass away from fatal injuries. It was safe to say I didn't like this place. I went up to the front desk and waited patiently for the lady there to finish up her phone call. After a few minutes she hung up and turned her head towards me. Her hair was pinned back in a tight bun, out of her face. It was brunette and complimented her deep, brown eyes. She had a kind face, slight wrinkle lines becoming more prominent around her eyes and the corners of her mouth.

"How can I help you?"

I paused before telling her. I was hesitant to go up because of how Tom reacted. I hated fighting in general and especially with one of my best friends. Needing to resolve it, I asked her.

"Can you please tell me Oliver Fern's room number?"

She clicked a couple times on her computer mouse before asking me another question.