What happens when you're launched into the story of your dreams? What would it be like to date the playful Nolan or the patient Parker? What if you ended up with the man himself, Kaden Bretton?
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I sighed sadly as I watched Kaden's slouched and unmoving figure. He had been in the samp slumped position on his couch for the last fifteen minutes. He was staring at the TV blankly, the only thing was, the TV wasn't on. In fact, Kaden hadn't turned on the television set for nearly a week, the same amount of time Isla's death had been announced to the public.
We had all known about the death of Isla Moore long before the public had; however, the second the outside world had been alerted of the situation, Kaden had become more withdrawn. Secretly, I knew his seclusion was because her death was constantly on the news and Kaden didn't want to see the face of his lost loved one 24/7.
"A shooter! Someone's been shot!"
My mind went blank before the severity of the situation dawned on me. All I could hear was white noise as the scream and shrieks of terrified guests drowned out. Finally snapping out of it, my eyes scanned the room analytically until it stopped on the tall frame of my best friend, Kaden Bretton, sprinting towards a crowded hallway. While Kaden was running to the hallway, many of people flooded out as if their lives depended on it. Instantly, I knew that it was where the victim had been shot. Without thinking, I sprinted towards the hallway slipping past people left and right.
I fought my way through the crowd until I saw the crouched form of Kaden bent over the limp body of a girl sprawled across the ground with blood covering the two of them. My heart stopped for a split second as I realized who the blood-covered girl was. Isla.
You didn't need a doctor to tell you the chances of Isla surviving was inconceivable. The bullet had passed cleanly, right through her side. From the looks of it, the shot was fatal and she was losing blood at a rapidly alarming pace. I pushed myself beside Kaden and applied pressure on the wound in an attempt to slow the blood flowing out.
"Kade," coughed Isla tears in her eyes. "I need you to move on. You and I both know I won't make it, but I don't want you wasting the left of your life away consumed by guilt. This isn't your fault, remember that." I pushed harder on the wound desperately trying to give the girl more time before the medics arrived, but it was too late. "I love you." She whispered before the light faded from her eyes and she fell still in is arms.
"No, no." Mumbled Kaden, his face becoming paler by the second. He didn't cry—he just simply couldn't, there were too many people around to judge—he just stared emotionlessly at the red-stained marbled floor.
Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I moved past the doorframe and onto the large couch beside the green-eyed boy. Hesitantly, I placed a hand on his shoulder gently. These days, Kaden was very unpredictable. Anything could trigger him, no matter how big or small the action was.
