“Noah. There you are. I’ve been looking for you for an hour" a thick heavy Irish accent broke me out of my retrieve. My eyes snapped up from looking at the red vinyl record. The voice was coming from the door way of the room. It was Schuyler.
“Schuyler" I looked at him, the smile slowly fading off of my face. I pulled fallen curls back up behind my ears. Schuyler looked really worried and upset. He had a light pink flush to his cheeks and his thick blonde hair was a tumbled mess all over his head. For a millisecond I could tell he was scaling up the handsome boy sitting next to me with his clear blue eyes. Then he looked back at me. The instant his eyes met mine again, I felt guilty, even though he didn’t show it I knew that he was hurt. That was the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. Just by his body language I knew that he didn’t like the boy sitting next to me.
“Common Shannon wants you, she got drunk started crying and then puking, I went to go look for you and found you hear he looked from me to the boy next to me. Now that Schuyler was here the tension between us that had once been an iron chain was broken. Maybe that was a good thing.