Not So Geekular

Chapter Two: Scott

            "Our friends came in the rescue with back-ups of their own. Before the two men and Brandon could react, back up got them down to the ground. My father, unfortunately, tried to escape, knowing that it was just one versus many, by running away from the scene, but I caught up with him and tackled him down."

            Before he could finish explaining his story, the bell rang, indicating the end of lunch. Some who were out here like us disbanded from their group and headed inside the building, but Nolan and I still sat in our grassy area, watching everyone entered. "Scott ... I thought I lost you. Once Xavier and the rest broke the glass, you were already unconscious. CPR managed to get the water out of your lungs and when I looked for your pulse, I couldn't find it. Listening to your heart beat, it was faint and slow – you were dying." he looked down for a second, having his hand on top of mine and rubbing circles on the back. Everyone was already in the building, the late bell had just signaled off, and yet, Nolan and I remained where we are. After a minute of sitting and listening the sound of cars passing by, I decided it was time to head to class. Nolan saw what I intended to do as he, as well, got off from the grass.

            Walking hand-in-hand, he finished his explanation from outside. "The gunshot you heard – we didn't acknowledge it as we strictly gave our attention to saving you, but after you were out, we realized what had happened."

            "What did happen?" I asked. We kept walking to class, but I slowed us down. He kept quiet and having my attention captured, impatience took over me completely. "Nolan?"

            "The gunshot came out of nowhere; nobody in the area was near a gun and Brandon was too pinned down to the ground to escape the grasp and retrieve his own. Then, we heard some of the reinforcements shouting at someone while one of them chase after the fleeting person, which happened to be my dad," he sighed and threw a small smile before continuing. "He had a small revolver hidden and used it to shoot. As he ran from the scene, but also being chased down, I was shocked at two things: one was that he didn't shoot me or the others and two was the person he did manage to shoot and succeeded sadly – Madison."

            Our walk ended as we stood in front of our classroom door. Listening and soaking up every word from his story not only brought mixed emotions, but it practically drained me out. My sister is not only gone, but she was killed by the person who tormented me; the same person who is too high on his horse and hates everyone like his son and I. Why all of this? Why is this happening to me? Did I do something in my past life that led to these happenings? Still, I hadn't move on from putting my own blood family six feet under the ground. Can I comprehend with what Nolan just explained?

            Nolan's concerned tone of voice brought me out of my reverie and all I gave him was a fake smile as I led us into the room.

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7 Years Ahead

            After heading out my flat, I immediately hopped into my car and headed straight to work. During my drive, my head kept replaying the voicemail and it quite bothered me. It bothered me so much that I nearly hit two cars and both gave me unpleasant gesture as I sheepishly gave them an 'I'm sorry' look through my window. Why did it bother me? It has been six years since shit happened and for far so long, the thought of it hadn't been popped or appeared in my mind. Ever since I got that invitation, unwanted past came back to surface. How did I receive that invitation since it was mentioned in the voicemail that I hadn't kept up with my friends back home, you ask? No idea.

            I reached my workplace half an hour late; I blame that damn voicemail. Rushing towards the elevator, Pauline: the woman at the front desk, who is also my close friend, greeted me with a 'good morning.' I heard her giggled at the sight of me rushing and I threw her a playful glare after entering an open elevator. Oh, she is so lucky I'm sparing her for the moment, but just you wait Paul. The 'ding' from the elevator indicated my reached destination and immediately, I stepped out and made my way through the small crowd.