Pocky Game (Completed)

Chapter 12

<Regan Henson POV>

"So this is your place?" I asked Adam as I sat on his bed.

Adam nodded and sat in his chair, "This is it, so what do you think?" He asked, spinning in his chair.

"Better than mine that's for damn sure." I whispered looking at him, "What are we doing here?" I asked Adam.

He was still spinning in his chair, "Wanna talk about how the world is slowly corrupting our society?" He asked.

"Uhh, no." I said awkwardly as he stopped the chair, "Yeah didn't think so." He said and held his head, "Head rush." He whined.

Staring at him for a second I nodded, "Come on why are you so weird now?" He asked, annoyed with me.

"I'm not acting weird, you're acting weird." I said back, acting annoyed with him even though I wasn't.

We laughed for a second before he looked at me, "So really, what happened? You've been acting off." He asked, seriously.

"Nothing happened dude." I said, trying to push away the subject.

Adam looked at me like he didn't believe me in the slightest, "Come on, talk about feelings!" He said, sounding dramatic.

"Ew." I said, disgusted at the word and he smiled, "Really, you've been acting more weird than usual.

Sighing I looked at him, "Just some things Adam, nothing too big." I explained, not going into detail.

"Regan. You need to talk, it's not good to do this. I know Aiden gives you a hard time, why?" He asked.

"Wyatt, it's because of Wyatt." I finally said and he waited for more from me.

Shrugging, "That's it, something between me and Wyatt."

Still, Adam waited for more of an answer, "What?" I asked.

"Tell me what happened between you guys." He said, egging me on.

I shrugged again, "We just fought before school started, people fight."

Adam looked bored, "Dude, I'm not gonna tell. I have no one to tell." He said getting out of his chair and stumbling again.

When he stood straight up and sat on his bed near me, "There's something, I know there is." He said.

Why does Wyatt always come up in conversations? It gets annoying, everyone talks about him.

"Can we just drop it and do something else?" I asked, trying not to come off as snappy to Adam.

"Fine Princess, what should we do?" He asked looking around the room .

Looking around the room I finally got a good look at it, odd things. There were pencils on the floor and some taped to the wall.

"Why are there pencils on the wall?" I asked, not looking away from the wall.

He almost looked at the wall before answering, "It was something an old friend did, kinda stuck with me."

"What's up with him?" I asked.

"Her, and I don't really know. She was a good friend though, but she couldn't hear." He explained.

Confused, I looked at him, "She was deaf." He clarified.

"What's it like knowing a deaf person?" I asked him.

He smiled, "Well knowing her was...amazing. Even if she couldn't hear me." He said, looking dazed while talking.

"Do you have a picture?" I asked.