For someone with a life so uneventful, this morning, paired with the raging hangover, was a lot more agitated than Carr had expected or wished it would be. He took his time walking the corridors. He had never been someone very active, and if the school would allow it, standing up to get more food while playing video games would be the only exercise heād get, so with Aimee not being there, the idea of running around campus in complete silence didnāt seem like the dandiest morning ever. There would really be nothing to distract him, and distraction was something he was deeply in need of right now.
Every word both Aimee and Lucas spoke to him now echoed ceaselessly in his mind. Something was bothering him, and he couldnāt quite put a finger on it. It wasnāt Lucasā power or Aimeeās revelation really, it was somethingā¦ Behind it. On how strange and unfamiliar it sounded. As if the mist that kept last nightās memories at a distance had spread to now conceal more time, more important, meaningful time. When had all of that happened? Why was he not there? What was Aimee so upset about that lead her toā¦ And what did Lane, of all people, know about it? There had always been an odd distance between Lane and himself that felt uncomfortable. They were both close friends to Erin, but overtime they would find themselves in a situation where they were both hanging out with her, it just seemed like there were different conversations going on, and Carr wouldnāt be one to dare approach Lane alone.
If that they Carr had to guess ho the mind reader was, heād say Lane. He was still pacing down the hallway on his way to class, with his eyes on the ground and his head full of thoughts about the girl when she seemed to simply appear a few feet away. As soon as he noticed her presence, he glanced at all directions, trying desperately to find another path, anywhere he could go and not bump into her. Seeing no escape route, he examined her intently for a second, and the image of Aimee, red eyes and and the trail of tears on her cheeks, flashed before his eyes. He could tell there was some anger building up inside his chest, but repressed it firmly as he fixated his gaze not he floor again. I know nothing. I saw nothing. This could mean anything. Leave her alone.
He started to walk again, faster this time, his hands tapped nervously on his thighs and his eyes blinked in a uncomfortable, unnatural way. You donāt know her. This has nothing to do with you. Youāll onlyā¦ Anthony came to a stop just as he was about to open the doors before him. Without turning, or moving again even an inch, the words slipped out of his mouth, he couldnāt recognize his own voice, he couldnāt even tell if he had actually said it or just thought it.
āLane.ā