Bad Boys Don't Cry

Chapter Forty Six: Because I Don't Want To Say Goodbye Yet.

Chapter Forty Six: Because I Don't Want To Say Goodbye Yet.

Trigger Warning: This chapter talks about themes of suicide and self harm. If you or anyone you know is experiencing depression, there are people who truly care and love you. Please contact help if so. 

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*•*•Bailey's POV•*•*

It's been about four weeks since Max's funeral.

Elly, Dylan, and Luke were all back in university, catching up with their studies while Grayson, Bennett, Parker, and I were back in our school, continuing days like usual before winter break occurred. Everything seemed to be going back to normal except for Grayson and Parker. Parker talks less and doesn't eat as much as he did before. Both no longer go out with Bennett and I, they come to school later than they did before and none of them pick up Bennett and I's calls.

"Bailey, we need to do something about this." Bennett concluded as we sat under the tree where we usually sat at during lunch.

"Yeah I know." I sigh as I raised an eyebrow at the girls who looked at us with cowering eyes.

Ever since word got out that all of us were at Harrison Corp. when Max died, people began to look at the boys and I as if we were the ones to kill him. They no longer looked at them as if they were good-looking Greek gods, instead they looked at us as if we were criminals on death row, caged and awaiting to be sentenced to our death. There were, however, a selected groups of girls and guys that are even more devoted to the boys than before. It's odd how people react to this kind of stuff, but then again, students being around murder witnesses isn't exactly common.

"You get Parker and I get Grayson and we'll meet at yours after school?" He proposed, dragging me out of my thoughts.

"Sounds like a plan." I say, standing up and brushing my hands on my jeans, "Do you happen to know where Parker is at the moment?"

"Well, usually when he's upset he's in the music room and I guess I'm gonna try to convince Grayson right now too." Bennett answers, but he doesn't seem too keen on the idea, "I'll see you later Winters and good luck with Parker."

"Same to you." I say as I start making my way to the music room of our school.

I've never personally been inside before, but the classroom is very hard to miss. It's in the less vibrant areas to be around as well as one of the bigger rooms on campus, which I never understood as to why. There weren't very much people in the arts program, most specially the music department, and there wasn't much use of a bigger classroom for such a little class.

Once I make it to the familiar hallway that has students loitering around by the lockers placed in near distance to the room, I notice the stares I get from them. Quiet whispers were heard in the small hallway as I walked passed, something I've become accustomed to since I stepped back into school after break. Most of the words exchanged between each student is how I was apparently deranged for staying with the three boys after the incident or praise for staying with them. Ignoring the whispers surrounding me, I make it to the entrance of the music room and step in with ease, immediately being embraced with silence of the dark classroom, "Parker?" I call out to the room, "Parker, are you in here?"

Finding the light switch, I turn it on before I scan the room for any trace of Parker. I decided to call his name once more and once again, I'm greeted with silence. As I turned towards the door, my eyes catch a guitar on its stand. Trudging towards it, I pluck a string, a sour note erupting from the tranquility in the room, making me cringe. I really don't have a single bone in my body that could play an instrument amazingly. Shaking my head at my thoughts, I was going to step out when I hear something rustle from behind the grand piano, "Bailey?" A rougher version of Parker's voice calls, "What are you- How'd you find me?"