Raining on the Bad Boy

Where's Warren?

#1 draft published 30/8/16

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Beatrice's POV:

Please tell me I miss-heard him.
"Who's missing?" I whisper to my brother and he furrows his brows at my evident attachment to the topic.

"His brother, Warren. He's actually in your year, I think," my breathing slightly picks up pace as the enormity of the situation kicks in. Was this my fault.

I stand up and my brother looks at me like I'm crazy. I start pacing back and forth like I'm in a movie and I feel ridiculous but I have nowhere else I can think of to go.

I pull out my phone and text Dustin:
Hey Dustin,
I have an assignment I need to do with Warren and I can't find him, he'd promised he would meet me. Do you know where he might be?

In very little time at all I receive a reply:
Hi Bea!
I'm not sure. He could be at the gym? Or maybe the library?
By the way, I was wondering if you'd want to go out with me some time? X

I cringe when I realise how ridiculous and ironic it is that he replied to my worry about Warren with asking me out, I decide to just ignore him.

I grab my coat and head out of the front door in a rush. I run towards where my car is usually parked to find the spot empty, shit, my mom is using it today while her car is being serviced.

Therefore I set off running at full speed in the direction of the gym, I don't even think about how far it is.I highly doubt he would be there right now but I'm desperate.

As I'm running down the sidewalk, along the main road, rain begins to trickle down, slightly calming my nerves and improving my now rising body temperature.

Once I arrive, my legs are aching from running around a mile and a half, I storm straight into the gym foyer, dripping onto the floor, and the women behind the desk looks at my dishevelled form disgustedly. I heave out,
"Did a boy *gasp* brown hair, tan skin, *gasp* come in here today?" I continue to breathe heavily after finishing, only quieting down in order to hear her reply.

"Do you mean Warren?" She says in her fake, sing-song voice and on hearing his name I immediately perk up, and stand up taller. "Sorry, he hasn't come in today," she continues, and a mixture of disappointment and dread courses through my body; not a good concoction if you ask me.

I run my hands down my face in frustration and head back out into the rain again.

It doesn't take me long to set off on a run towards the library, a short 5 minute run from the gym, and my clothes are now getting completely soaked through as the rain is now pounding down.

When I arrive, I just jog straight through the library, earning some deadly stares from the librarian and people working. Where is he where is he? Not here, that's where he is.

I step outside into the rain again and bend forward with my hands on my knees, heaving out heavy breaths due to two things:
1) because I've been running at full speed for an hour and a half,
2) because I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate through worry.