We're Just Misfits

Chapter 9 - The Truth

Warning - This programme contains some scenes that you may find disturbing - on a serious note, it's important to plot but not very cheerful. Read at your own risk.

Liam sat at his usual table at lunch, feeling like the embodiment of shit. He hadn't seen Elisa since Monday, when she and Jack fought: it was now Friday. They'd text, of course, but after El had finally comprehended that Jack was here and she wasn't dreaming, she had been inconsolable. Right now, she was probably doing her school work at home, which had been set by the surprisingly accepting teachers. Liam was still unsure of what exactly Jack had done in the past, but he had been blatantly ignoring the boy whenever they crossed paths. Time and time again, Jack had tried to get Liam to listen, saying everything was a misunderstanding and he didn't want this to affect their friendship. But time and time again, Liam had put him down. He wanted to hear Elisa's version of events when she was ready, not the potentially warped version that Jack was undoubtedly going to weave.

"Oi, Liam, are you gonna just stare at those chips because I'm hungry." Said Samuel, his deep voice snapping Liam from his thoughts.

"I feel like that isn't really a question." Came the teenager's reply, sliding his box of chips across the table to Sam's waiting hands. The taller guy sighed.

"Look, Elisa doesn't take shit from anyone, and doesn't let anyone get to her. I'm sure she'll be back in school soon. Anyway, I don't know why you're so miserable: she pisses you off a majority of the time. I'd be loving the peace." Sam said. However, it didn't do anything to soothe Liam's worries. In fact, it made them slightly worse. The exact reason he was so worried was because El doesn't take any shit from anyone: and then had been in such a state after seeing Jack.

"I know. I'm just concerned, but I'm sure you're right." Said Liam.

"Good. Also, just a tip, maybe you should ask Jack for his version of events." Liam looked at Sam, the question of 'how the hell did you know what I was thinking' in his eyes, but the taller guy just smirked. "Cuz let's be serious: El is bound to spill at some point, she just needs to be ready. If you get Jack's version, you can compare them, and then decide how much of an arse crack he is." And Liam had to agree that was a good idea.

The teenager was just about to stand up and go looking for Jack when the bell rung, it's shrill noise echoing in the canteen and making plenty of people groan, including Liam. Packing up the various pieces of school equipment that Sam and Liam had used at lunch for homework, Liam began the horrendously long walk to the humanities department, and history. And at least history wouldn't be ruined for him, as Liam had moved away from Jack as soon as he got the chance after Elisa's break down.

After walking down three different white corridors and going up two flights of worn stairs, Liam arrived at his history class and sat down at his seat once he had set his laptop, notepad and pencil on the table. He turned on his laptop and placed his slender finger on the fingerprint censor, opening the computer immediately. As his history teacher began explaining the day's lesson and the tasks that would be involved, Liam's mind wandered to how exactly he would confront Jack, and hoped that they weren't at a point where Jack would refuse to talk to him out of petty revenge. And Liam did consider it petty, as he has convinced himself that Jack must have been in the wrong, at least in this situation, because it was not Jack who had been left in tears.

The teacher fell silent after explaining each task, and Liam cracked down on the work in an attempt to stop his mind wandering to the torture he may have to inflict upon Jack to get a clear answer. It worked, somewhat, and the teenager managed to complete all the tasks that had been set. But that didn't stop him rushing out of history well the bell rang, and almost forget about form, and have to back track a few classrooms. But after fidgeting in form for 15 minutes having to try to concentrate on his book, it was a relief to be set free for the weekend.