Angel

Chapter 7

Will paced around my room as I stood, nearly paralyzed, in front of the closed door. My gaze followed him as he moved. His whole body was tense with an anger that didn't show any sign of calming down. At his sides, his hands went through the motions of making and un-making a fist. Never in my life had I met someone who's anger was more silent than it was explosive. The behavioral display felt almost terrifying to watch. Will suddenly stopped and stared at me. Half of his face was engulfed by shadows, and his hair glowed like pure moonlight. Thoughts of when I first met him swirled around my head. Angelic.

The longer we stared at each other, the more I felt compelled to be near him, and wipe the anger from his expression. A feeling I didn't have towards Joey. I quickly shoved the magnetic feeling down, remembering exactly why Will was mad at me in the first place. Or rather what I thought he was mad at me for.

"Well?" Will demanded for a second time. I tried my best to keep my voice steady, and my expression neutral as I gave him my response.

"He took me on a date, Will. We saw a movie, had a snack at the diner, and then he dropped me off."

"I saw you kiss him." Will took a step in my direction. My fight-or-flight response kicked in, and I took a step backwards and nodded in confirmation.

"I did." Will advanced again. I didn't need to look over my shoulder for how much space I had left until my back hit the door, one more step and I'd be against it.

"You've barely known him! For what? A week? Less?" He moved forward again. I put my hands up in a surrendering position.

"That's why people go on dates, to get to know each other. I'm getting to know him Will." He didn't answer me. Instead he started forward at a faster speed, causing me to panic as my body became pressed up against the door. "Will. Will. WILL!"

At my near scream of his name, Will slammed his hands on either side of my head making me jump. I swallowed thickly, taking in the amount of space in between us. Will's body had me trapped, and his face was mere inches from my own. His grey eyes were almost black, making him look less angelic, and more demonic. In such close proximity, my breathing started to become erratic as my pulse increased. I squeezed my eyes shut, sending a silent plea for my dad to be sleeping through this, as I waited for what Will was going to do next.

"Do like him?" His voice cracked. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He searched my eyes.

"What?" Will swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing up and down.

"Does something about him just draw you in, something you can't explain? Like when he touches you, do feel your skin burn, but in a good way? Does the thought of being with him thrill you with a rush of adrenalin?" The look of pain in his eyes had me freeze in place. Then he whispered the last part."Does he make you feel that way Nicosia?"

"Yes. He does." I lied. There was no thrill, no burning feeling, no magnetic pull, those feelings are only shown in movies and tv shows. They weren't real life. But as the words left my mouth, Will's face contorted, proving me wrong.

Suddenly, Will's actions made sense now. The way he eyed my interactions with Joey so much, why he was always mad at me. He was in love with Joey. He was in love with him, and seeing him with me was killing him. That's why he was so mad. My hands came up to my mouth as I whispered "You're in love with him."

At my words, Will scrambled away from me as quickly as he could. He ran a hand through his hair and took shaky breaths. I made a move to touch him but he flinched away from my reach.

"Will, I didn't know." He held a hand up.

"Don't." My hand immediately dropped, hanging uselessly by my side. We didn't move for few minutes. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, from the rejection or the realization, I didn't know.