Silent Truths, Loud Lies ((Finished))

Silent Truths, Loud Lies ((Name Suggestion?)) Chapter 4

HIM

She hasn't been to school in three days.

I thought, at first, that she was maybe just a bit scared to face Jake but I thought she'd come the next day. When she didn't though, and I continued to sit alone at school, I began to realize how life was for her. Everyday, she was shunned. And she didn't do anything to try and stop them.

By the third day, Wednesday, I was kind of panicked. Sure, she was just a girl and she may be having some troubles and I shouldn't be involving myself but... I can't help but be worried. Renata's had the burden of people thinking she killed someone her whole life, and now Jake's made the situation a bit worse.

Those kind of things really can take a toll on a person's mental state, and the fact that the week before Renata had been coming to school with dark circles under her eyes and sleeping during class at every possible opportunity made my worries more... concrete. And I also knew that having someone's blood on your hands, by your fault or not, wasn't the best thing to have on your conscious. It drives you insane for a while, until at some point the guilt just... ebbs you away.

Another day went by and Renata still hadn't shown up. Jake began having tendencies to drop by homeroom just to see if she'd finally come, and every time he found her seat empty, a look I couldn't quite measure or imagine what it meant passed over his pale face.

Then he'd look at me and sneer, laughing as he walked away. That didn't do much to my reputation though. Sure, I didn't talk to anyone, nor did I try but it wasn't a threat to anyone. I still saw girl's ogling me every now and then. If anything, now that I wasn't constantly by Renata's side they noticed me more.

I did my best to ignore it, but stupid Cathy never got the message, trying to mess around with me every chance she got during gym, whether it was pouncing on my back, trying to wrap her arms around my neck and pull me down or "seduce me" with her voice, she always had a plan in that thick head of hers. I was sick of the bitch, but I didn't say anything.

I had to keep somewhat of a good boy image now, whenever I was in gym. Yeah, I almost choked Jake because he'd hurt Renata by throwing a baseball at her and not a dodge ball, but the teacher - I don't think I'll ever remember the old dude's name- still kept a weary eye on me, waiting for the moment I'd snap and attack someone again. So I made sure that I never snapped. It wasn't an easy task being a fourteen year old guy with enough muscle mass and a lot of testosterone.

Friday came, and again, there was no sign of Renata. Again, our homeroom teacher told me that her mom had called her in sick, and again, Jake came in looking disappointed when he didn't see Renata either. He chose that day though, to talk to me.

"Do you know what the deal is with her? I live only a few houses away from her and I haven't seen neither Renata or her mom walk out that house. What's. Going. On?" He smacked both hands down on my desk, playing the intimidating one, but it didn't work on me. The only thing I really noticed was the way he seemed jittery. Like he was ready to run at the simplest sign of threat from me. That's weird and uncalled for, but I like it. Having people scared of me is natural when I show my guns, and yes, I sound cocky right now, but it's the truth.

"If you live so close to her, why don't you go to her house and check for yourself?" I replied, acting the bored one. I wanted to annoy the guy away from the class. I could see we already had something of an audience and the homeroom teacher was now sending both of us weary glances. Or was it more calculating?

"Me? Check on her? You've got to be kidding me!"

"Then why do you care so much? Or are you strategizing a new plan to harass her once you see her mental state. Is that what it is?" I leaned back in my chair, crossing both arms over my chest. Which I made sure to huff out a little. But the idiot wasn't getting it, nor was he seeing the signs that I was ready to punch him out of the room if he didn't leave now.