Black And White

Chapter Eight

(Willow)

I saw him in the hall the next day.

He was talking to some of the "popular" coward, but I did not let that stop me.

I had to talk to him.

As I walked over to where he was standing people began to turn and look at me; and the looks they were giving me ranged from those of between disgust to admiration.

But yet none of them said anything to stop me from getting closer to him, they all just stood and watched.

Amazed that I would dare to get this close to him.

Before I knew it I was standing in front of Clark and all eyes were on us.

"Can we go somewhere to talk?", I asked him as quietly as I could.

He nodded and started walking somewhere where he thought we would have privacy.

I could not help but notice how everyone moved out of his way, like Moses when he parted the Red Sea.

Following behind him I walked in the little path he had cleared, while everyone just stood and watched us walk away.

Clark quickly turned around a corner and I lost track of him for a second. Quickening my pace I walked around the corner and stopped to look for him.

"Clar-", I started to call out for him when a hand shot out and pulled me into what I amused was a storage closet.

"What the-!", the same hand shot out and covered my mouth.

"Shhh", then a light flickered on and I could just make out Clark's profile in the dim lighting, he held a finger to lips quieting me so he could listen.

He slowly moved his hand away from my mouth, "I think they are gone now".

"Who is this they?", I demanded to know.

"Everyone who was following you, did you not notice them?", he looked at me questionably.

I shrugged, "I guess I was not paying that much attention".

Clark leaned back against the wall, and I took this as an opportunity to check out my surroundings.

It was a storage closet that we were in, one that was only lit by a small light bulb that hung above our heads, and on the walls were shelves stacked with different cleaners. But the closet itself had a layer of dust covering it and most everything in it. And it was not all that big either, leaving Clark and I only about a foot of space between both of us.

After I had finished my assessment of the closet my eyes drifted back to Clark, who looked like his eyes had not left me since he had pulled me into the closet.

"So what exactly did you want to talk with about me?", his eyes left me and he look over toward the wall as he said this.

"I wanted to let you know that my father got his job back", he turned and looked back at me.

Looking straight into my eyes he said, "And why would I care?".

"Well obviously you care since you had something to do with it, and I thought you might want to know that is it because of you that my father has his job back"

He rolled his eyes, "And why do you think I had anything to do with it?".

The foot that separated us was easily closed when Clark took a step forward.

"Why do you think that for a second I would care about you?", he spat the words out and I felt a little stab at my heart.

But not for long, before I knew it anger flared up inside of me. I wanted to push him back into the room, but instead I stepped even closer to him so that my chest was pressed up against his, "Maybe it was because for one second I thought that you might have changed. That you might have been becoming something good. But now I see that I was wrong".