"Hey!" Someone yelled as we walked through the doors on the far left. I looked over and saw Sara and Starla, with Johnathan in between the two. I wave over and start to pull Thomas over to them. We both sat down across from them, the sounds of other people eating at the food court surrounded us.
"Did you guys already eat?" Sara asks as Thomas nods his head. "Yeah, we had pancakes. We can wait for you guys to eat." He says sweetly, grinning at them. Sara shakes her head, pointing at one of the many food places in the mall.
"We already ate food." She says as Johnathan glares at me sharply. I try to ignore it, but at a certain point, I can't. "Is something wrong, Johnathan? You are glaring at me." I say as Johnathan sighs heavily. What is up with this guy?
"You know, your shitload of a friend," Jonathan says as I furrow my eyebrows. "Just tell me what I did," I say, exasperated by his attitude. He looks at me for a second, just glaring at me. "Can we not do this right now, Jonathan-" Sara starts, trying to hold Jonathan's arm, but Johnathan yanks his arm away.
"He texts you. He fucking texted and called you. But you didn't answer because you were studying with a geek!" Johnathan yells, as I only get confused more. I could feel that Thomas was kind of getting uncomfortable. "Who do you mean he?" I ask, and as a reply, Johnathan stands up suddenly, scaring all of us, before walking out of the mall.
I turn back around, to see Sara and Starla, just as shocked as I am. "Wait, what just happened?" Thomas asks, pointing from the door, back to me. "I guess I didn't call someone, but I don't know what happened," I said, slowly stepping out of my seat. "Park, what are you doing?" Thomas asks, as I just sigh.
"I'm going to talk to him." I say, and before anyone else says anything, I end with, "By myself." I have a feeling he's going to kill me. I don't know why, but I do. "Shit, that would be entertaining."~ I walk out of the mall and see Jonathan pacing at the entrance. He looks at me and glares.
"I know you want me to feel sorry for, whatever the hell I did. But when I don't know, I can't feel sorry." I state, as he just stares at me. He crosses his arms, his shadow short. "You knew. You knew he was on drugs, or whatever. And instead of telling his fucking friends, you decide to keep it to yourself. So, he called you, at least a hundred times last night. And you didn't answer a single one of them."
Shit, he's talking about Grey-Man.
"Look man, my phone was turned off for the entire party, I just forgot to turn it on. I'm sorry, I'll call him-" He looks at me and chuckles, but one with no happiness, no anger, just nothing. "The drugs, I don't know what, but they messed up his lungs. That's why he didn't come to the party lasts night. But of course, you didn't notice." He says harshly. I groan, facepalming at my stupidity. "
Is he ok? What hospital is he at?" I ask, and Jonathan shakes his head. "do you care about that, Parker. Or do you just care about what people think of you?" He says, jaw clenching. Ok, I get why he's mad, but attitude much. "Dude, I'll call him today. I'll grab my phone and call him." I start as he scoffs.
"But, you don't have to act like a prick because I didn't call my friend," I say, pulling out my cold phone in the process. Damn, the fact that it's cold means I haven't been on it. Before I can turn on my phone, however, Johnathan grabs it, slamming it on the ground. I look up at him, eyes turning red. "What the hell, Johnathan! I get it, he's your friend too, and I fucked up. But your acting like I burned down a whole forest."
"HE'S DEAD!!! HE'S DEAD, PARKER! AND THE ONLY ONE HE WANTED TO CALL," He picks up my phone, slamming it into my chest. "Was you." He ends, before walking to, what I suppose is his car.
I stand there, cold, even with the heat of Arizona laying on me. I can hardly breath like someone won't allow it. He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead. He can't be dead.
"Hey, where did Jonathan go?" Someone asks from behind me, I turn around, gripping the broken phone in my hand. Thomas. I don't deserve Thomas. I don't deserve anyone. Thomas looks at me for a second, before his features soften.
"H-he's gone," I whisper, tripping over some pebble and falling onto the ground. I lean onto the wall for back support, looking anywhere but Thomas. "Park, who's gone?" Thomas questions, as I look on the ground, why is it so fucking hard to do one simple thing! "I- Thomas," I finally look up at him, his brown eyes now seem a hazel.
"Grey-Man, I killed him," I whisper as he wipes tears away. His eyes go somewhat wide before they soften again. "You didn't, you didn't kill him," Thomas says, sitting down next to me, grabbing my hand in the process. "He wanted to talk to me, Thomas. Me. And I had my phone on silent, because of the party. I fucking forgot about my friend who was there through everything." Thomas sat silently, rubbing my leg, and listening to me talk.
"You want me to take you home?" He questions softly, and nod, before leaning over and hugging him, digging my face into his shirt. I just want to be here forever. Just hideaway. I need to, I need him. But he's too perfect for me. I don't deserve him.
Thomas was the one to break away from the hug first, and I almost cried when he let go. He looks up at me, and I sniffle. I probably look like a baby right now. "I am the worst friend," I mutter, looking down at the ground. Thomas shakes his head, scooting in front of me. "Hey," He says, trying to get my attention. I don't deserve him to look at me the way he does. "Hey," He says again, this time grabbing my chin to force me to look at him.
"You, are one of the best people I know. You just made a small misstep. You didn't know, and Jonathan acted like you didn't care, but I can tell by the way in your eyes, in your heart, that you do care." He says, and I lean my head on his chest. I could see it in his eyes, I could hear it in his voice. He was about to cry too. We heard more people walking out, but we don't care.
"Um, Park?" Sara's voice says, but I don't move a muscle. I could feel Thomas look up at them. "Something bad happened." He explained as I sniffled again. I wish I had Katie hear, she could play with my hair. "I can tell. Where did Johnathan go?" She asks as Starla must have stayed silent.
"I don't know, he probably walked off," Thomas explains, and I could hear his voice cracking a little, just a little. "Grey-Man, he um," Thomas trails, off, looking back down at me, as I finally start to get my composure. I sit up, looking at Starla and Sara, waving my hand.
Sara looks at me, before looking back at Thomas. She walks over to me, before pulling me up, and into a hug, me smelling her shampoo. The citrus smell I became used to. "I don't know what happened, but I know it's bad." She whispers into my ear, and I nod at her.
"Bad."