That voice.
I recognized that voice so well.
The yell which followed had taken me out my seat, figure hurrying into the halls coming to meet the sight of those forms stood by a row of lockers, the sound of their voices filling the area.
Have I gotten accustomed to the ruckus which broke out in Maple Valley every now and then? Definitely!
Was I expecting to find the figure of Logan grabbing roughly, that form who I came to know as his long time friend, then tossing him over to a locker, not really.
You could imagine the bewilderment that crossed my gaze when I walked in on the scene.
"Let go of me"
I was found staring at the agitated form of Chris, just as his hands went slapping Logan's firm hold off his arm, with that look of exasperation held in his eyes.
His eyes were shot in his, while both boys remained glaring at each other, the figure of Cole lingered behind, watching the two away.
"Why were you in that office?" Logan boomed, figure inching even nearer to Chris.
"For fucks sake! Why does it interest you so much what I went in there for? I went to get counseled, Logan. Do you think I was fucking the lady?! She's old enough to be my mom's kid sister"
I was barely given a second to process what happened.
Logan had pulled the form of Chris, slapping him hard onto the walls, fist reaching out, but the hold of Cole had altered the impact mid-way, whose hands went prying the form of Logan off a perplexed Chris.
His eyes held onto confusion, staring at the rage which sat in the gaze of his friend. Such rage he couldn't tell where it came from.
"Logan!"
My own legs had pushed forward at once, form pulling into the scene, moving to where he stood.
At the lock of his eyes in mine, I found that shadow of fury laid in there, gaze held onto mine strong, and at once, he pulled away, proceeding out the area, not bothering to spare a glance back.
Meanwhile, I caught onto the gaze of a baffled Chris eyes shifting through the departing form of Logan, onto Cole, and finally coming to rest on me.
That gaze held a load of questions.
A load of heart-breaking questions.