We've been outside the school for three hours now. It's already dark outside, but the police officers don't let us enter, nor do they let us go home. We are all witnesses to Miles White's nervous breakdown.
Damn you, Miles. Had it all gone according to his plan, most of us would have ended up dead three hours ago. Fortunately, our football club star is as dumb as the rock I'm currently sitting on and the stupid device he built didn't work right. So... no explosion, no killing, no tragedy, just a long ass waiting in a perimeter outside the school.
All this waiting is annoying and depressing and even more depressing and annoying when everyone talks about what Miles did like they have a clue. They don't. I'M not even sure why he tried to take his life and ours too. And I'm his twin sister. Truth is he's been acting more and more like a lunatic in the past months, but when you're an introvert, like I am, and have no one but your twin and your younger brother to talk to, since our parents are more at work or away, than at home with us, and you don't really have many friends to connect to, you don't start asking questions until it's obvious something is wrong. Well... today was obvious and also today it's too late.
My heart skips a beat inside my chest. They will surely take him away. Maybe take him to jail, or to a psychiatric facility. GOD! I'm so scared for him right now. I wish I could think like a grown up, know more about law and what will happen to him. Help my brother like I should.
Next to me, our little brother is clueless to what Miles has done or why we're waiting outside. I keep him close for I don't really want him to understand it all. He's too young for this mess... and I'm kind of overprotective when it comes to him.
I'm also not moving an inch because one of the officers guarding us is Tristan Carmis, the first (and only) guy I've ever kissed when I was 14, lying I was 16.
Miles was invited by one of his football buddies at an end of the year party and he took me with him to make me more "sociable" as he called it. Of course, I felt out of place, being 14 and looking like a boy with really long hair. But the night was warm and Miles was one of those young rising stars in our high school that everyone loved and appreciated and the fact that our guest, Tristan himself, took an interest in me, made me feel 16 and wild enough to let him kiss me by the end of the night.
He then went to the police academy, never even questioned me about the fact that I lied about my age or trying to contact me. I don't think he even remembers me, or that night, or that kiss...
At one point someone calls me and my little brother and explains us that we need to answer some questions inside the school. I instantly forget everything and start shaking like a gym protein. With my backpack on the shoulder and my little brother's hand squeezed in mine, I enter the school and head to our class, where the interrogation takes place.
"It's ok, Cara. It's gonna be ok." First is his voice that soothes me, then is his hand that takes mine while we keep walking towards the interrogation. Tristan is walking along. "You're 18 now, so you will be interrogated as an adult, but Barny can stay with you, since your parents are not in the country and you're acting as his tutor" he explains, trying to put me at ease.
Oh. My, God. He knows my name, my age, and pretty much all the details that tell me he didn't forget me that night. He was just not interested. How sad.
His hand maybe shakes a little too and when I rise my face I see him looking back at me with an assuring smile.
"I know this is not a good time" he adds "but I'm really happy you're 18 now" and turns his attention in front of us, like he didn't just made me forget my brother is in the deepest shit ever.
I'm so glad looking at the floor is an option right now, because I couldn't hide this huge grin that spreads all over my face, to save my life.
