Melvin's Pov:
I exited the building that housed all the dorms for the students at our Academy. I sighed as I put my hands in the pockets of my sweater. As I walked to a nearby convenience store, I couldn't stop thinking about that conversation. I'm fine with George being friends with other people. I'm fine with him trying to create a small business to earn money for rent. I'm fine if Harold and he are living together now. So, how come everything they're doing and planning now just feels wrong? Heartbreaking. Sad. Why am I feeling the way I feel? I shook my head slightly as I kept my eyes on the sidewalk in front of me. I need to focus on what I'm doing or else I'll bump into people. But, who cares at this point? I just care so much about George and what he's doing isn't healthy. So, why am I not doing anything about it? Why is Heidi even supporting this? Even so, I'll agree with him on one thing, the timing of the confession and that mysterious boy is just too suspicious. If what Heidi is saying is true, we may be onto something. I heard chuckling and looked up just in case I needed to move out of the way. It's Harold and that boy who helped pick up my books. I quickly put on the hoodie of my sweater and moved out of the way. I looked back as soon as they passed me to see them still talking meaning that Harold didn't notice me. I had this urge to follow them and I didn't understand why but, I just had to. I quietly switched lanes and walked behind them, making sure to not make any noise or else they'll spot me following them.

"Harold, you sure have some good humor! Did you grow up with that?" The boy asked, chuckling in between. "You can say that I guess. I mean, people aren't born comedians." Harold replied, his tone slightly lowered. "You were born with the ability to understand jokes and laugh. Why are you saying 'I guess'?" I mumbled, slightly irritated. I could tell that he quickly thought about George and the comics that they made during elementary school. "Right. So, where are you taking me?" The boy asked, trying to lighten up the mood. "I'm not really into that fancy restaurant date stuff so, I picked out an art museum for us." Harold replied, showing off the money he has in his hands.

"That's the rent money isn't it?" I gasped quietly. Don't tell me that he uses some of the rent money to impress this boy. "That's great, I really enjoy art and I just so happened to learn that you used to be an artist." The boy responded, winking. "Yeah, I used to be until...something personal happened." Harold spoke, mumbling the last bit. Does he really hate remembering the past that bad? It's his fault that his friendship with George is like that!

I quietly continue to follow them at a reasonable pace and good space between us. So far, they haven't noticed me or no one has intervened which is surprising. I mean, a hooded person following two boys on a date is suspicious nowadays. "Who is that boy?" I mumbled, confused. I step on an empty water bottle and I start to look both ways for a spot to hide. I spot a nearby alleyway between two buildings and run to hide. I hold my breath as I hear their steps stop and come near my spot. "Hm, no one is here. Ah whatever, come on, will be late for the art museum, Billy." Harold spoke and walked away from my area.

I finally breathe as soon as he leaves and peek from around my corner. So, that boy is Billy! I watch from my view until I see Billy notice and I panic slightly. He could be looking at someone else behind Harold. Billy suddenly gave me a glare and from the view of his eyes, I could see a tint of red glowing. I gasp and hide behind the building once again. "What's wrong, Billy?" Harold asked, concerned at his date's glare.

"Oh nothing, I just saw an old enemy of mine." Billy spoke in a cheery tone. Once I heard footsteps fade away from my spot, I walk out of the alleyway and watch them walk into the distance. Billy looked behind and looked at me which made panic once again. He gave me a smirk and put his finger to his lips. "Is he telling me not to tell anyone about this?" I questioned, nervousness being the only thing I was feeling. He looked back at the sidewalk in front of him as he held onto Harold's arm.

"What was that?" I asked. My phone suddenly rang and I picked it up as soon as I saw George's name. "Hello, George. Do you need anything?" I asked, my eyes still glued on the date walking in the distance. "Well, I was just wondering when you'll come back. You've been out for a while. Did something happen? Did those bullies come back?" George asked, worried. "Ah, no. Nothing happened, don't worry about it. I'll be back soon with our snacks, okay?" I responded, turning around and walking. "Yeah, okay, see you soon." George spoke and ended the call.

As I continued to walk, I couldn't help but, look behind me. I just felt like something was gonna happen if I didn't look back. Billy's glare, smirk, and motion just stuck with me. Why did he glare? Why did he smirk? Why did he tell me to keep quiet? I started to run to the convenience store as these questions kept surrounding my mind.

What is up with this boy named Billy?