"Make sure you bring in your reports on Monday!" the teacher ordered as the last bell rang. Students quickly shuffled out of the room, ready to enjoy the weekend. I packed my books up and made my way to my locker, not in any rush to leave. It wasn't like Layla would leave without me.
Layla was my best friend. We've known each other for years. She's the one person I could always count on, especially once we entered high school. Actually, it was when I started dating my boyfriend two years ago when I realized how much I could count on Layla. You see, when I started dating Trevor, I was automatically put in the spotlight of the school. Since Trevor was the captain of the football team, I became part of the popular crowd merely by association. I managed to drag Layla along with me, only because I didn't really like the popular crowd. Yet here I was two years later, saying hellos and goodbyes to the idols of this school.
"Hey, how was the last half of your day?" Layla asked me as I walked up to her car.
"Boring, as usual," I replied. Unfortunately, I only had morning classes with Layla. After lunch, we were on our own for the remainder of the school day. "Yours?"
She shrugged. "Same."
I nodded and got into the passenger seat. "Where's Eric?" I asked, noticing he wasn't here to say goodbye to Layla like he did every other day. Eric was Layla's boyfriend. Although he also was part of the popular crowd, I was pleased to know that he wasn't like most of the other students in the clique. He was really down to earth and laid back, which perfectly matched Layla's personality. Plus, he's been a great boyfriend to her for about a year and a half.
"He had to get to football practice early. Trevor didn't mention having to get to practice early?"
"Oh yeah, he did. I forgot." I didn't know how I could forget Trevor and the other football players had practice. He must've mentioned it to me at least twenty times today. He always wants me to go to his practices too. I try to be a good girlfriend and stay for the practices as much as possible, but football isn't really my thing. You'd probably expect me to like it because I'm dating the captain of the team, yet I honestly don't particularly enjoy watching the game, let alone the practices.
Soon enough we arrived at my house. Layla came in for a little while to keep me company in my empty house, but she eventually had to head home. Her family had to go out of town for the weekend for a birthday party. If her great-grandmother wasn't turning 102, I'd probably be mad at her for leaving me alone this weekend.
Well, I wasn't totally alone. I'm sure my workaholic mother would make an appearance at dinner for at least one night. Other than that, I rarely saw her since she was always at work. I never saw my father either because my parents were divorced. He was also a workaholic though, so I never spent much time with him even when he used to live under the same roof.
I sighed and turned on the television, aimlessly flipping through the multitude of channels. After a couple of hours, I decided to go for a walk to my favorite place that was known for their pizza. I shrugged on a light cardigan and set out for my walk. The pizza place was close, but I had to cut through a nearby park to get to it. I didn't mind though; I never had a problem with nature.
I walked along the dirt path of the park, making sure to watch my surroundings. This was a safe town, yet you could never be too careful. I was about halfway through the park when I heard rustling behind some trees to my left. The sound made me slow my walking, but I didn't come to a complete stop until I heard a loud thud, almost as if something fell to the ground.
Curiosity got the best of me. I slowly walked over to the noise, only to see someone faced down on the ground. As my eyes quickly scanned over the scene in front of me, it looked like the person had swallowed too many pills; the nearly empty bottle was on the ground near them.
I rushed over to the person and pushed on their back. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked him. When I noticed his paled face and cold skin, I immediately knew this guy was not alright.
I cussed and dialed 911, telling them where I was and to send an ambulance. As soon as they said they were on their way, I threw my phone aside and rolled the person over on his back. I let out a small gasp when I realized I knew the person.
Alright, I didn't know him, but I saw him around school. His name was Ryder Jameson. I had a few classes with him in the past since we were in the same grade. Other than that, I didn't exactly know him because he was always by himself in school. Whenever I saw him around, he was never with any friends. I never knew why he didn't have any friends either. He seemed to look and act pretty normal, so I wondered why he was always alone.
Nonetheless, just because I didn't know him, didn't mean I wanted him to die right before me. I gently tapped his cheeks, trying to get him to open his eyes. Try to bring him back to consciousness.
"Come on! Wake up, man! You can't die! I'm sure people will miss you and shit!" I said worriedly. Obviously I wasn't too good with words. Good thing I didn't want to be a speechwriter or a poet.
Finally I heard the ambulance nearby. When the paramedics jogged through the park, I waved them over to where Ryder was. They asked me a bunch of questions that I was unable to answer, other than what his name was. When they wheeled him into the ambulance, I asked if I could go with them.
"Sorry, we can't allow that, Miss," one paramedic said. He looked to be in his mid-thirties.
"Please? I go to school with him," I said. I don't know what came over me. For some reason, I felt a need to go with him and make sure he was okay. Although I didn't know him, I certainly didn't want to see anyone get hurt or die.
He sighed, but gave in. "Alright, get in."
The drive to the hospital was short. The paramedic quickly told the nurses and doctors the situation before they whisked him away to another area of the hospital. I sighed and took a seat in the waiting room. I had to talk to a police officer about what happened, but after that, I simply sat in the uncomfortable chair, waiting for news of how Ryder was doing.
Less than twenty minutes later, a woman came barging in and frantically asked about Ryder. I assumed that was his mother, followed by a man who looked like his father and four children. Seeing Ryder's worried family—or at least I thought it was his family—tugged at my heart. How could someone commit suicide knowing they were leaving their family to deal with that grief?
After another hour or two, I decided that I should get going. However, I wanted to make sure that he was alive before leaving.
"Excuse me?" I asked the nurse behind the front desk. When she looked up at me with a tired expression, I continued. "Can you tell me how Ryder Jameson is doing?"
"I can't give you that information unless you're family," she answered.
I sighed, figuring as much. "I just want to know if he's alive."
"I can't tell you—"
"Are you the one who found my son?" someone interjected. I turned and to see the woman who I thought was Ryder's mom.
I nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry to ask around about him. I just wanted to know if he's okay."
With tears in her eyes, she offered a small smile. "He's okay now, thanks to you. I can't even begin to explain how thankful we are that you found him. Do you know Ryder?"
"I go to school with him," I answered.
She nodded and wiped away a few tears. "Well thank you so much. I'm Diana Jameson, by the way."
"Elyse Huntington," I replied, holding out my hand for her to shake. She ignored my hand and instead gave me a hug.
"Thank you, Elyse," she said before letting go. "Would you like to see him?"
"Uh, I don't think I should," I started, trying to think of what to say.
Diana waved her hand and tugged me toward his hospital room. "Please, Ryder will probably thank you too. I'm sure this wasn't meant to happen."
So she didn't think her son willingly tried to commit suicide? After noticing how warm and genuine Mrs. Jameson seemed, I hoped she was right about her son.
I cautiously entered the bright hospital room, much to my dismay. It was already awkward being here, so I could only imagine how much more awkward it would get now. As I entered the room behind Mrs. Jameson, I also noticed that the rest of Ryder's family wasn't here. They must've gone to the cafeteria or something.
"Ryder, your friend is here to see you," Mrs. Jameson told him. His blue eyes immediately landed on me. Yup, it was definitely awkward now.
"I'll give you two a moment," his mother added before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
I didn't know what to say right away, but I found my voice soon after my eyes made contact with his. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give your mom the wrong impression. I just told her we go to school together. I'm Elyse," I told him, offering my hand to him.
"I know who you are," he said in a rather cold tone. He completely ignored my hand to shake too, making me take back my gesture. "Why are you here?" he snapped.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, though I tried not to get angry with his impolite tone. "I'm the one who found you in the park and called the ambulance."
"So? Why are you still here?"
I gaped at him for a second. "I just wanted to know if you were okay."
"You don't even know me," he stated. His blue eyes were burning with anger, which only confused me even more.
"What does that matter?"
"Look, I don't need some preppy, rich brat sticking around to gather the latest gossip, so you should just leave."
Now I knew his eyes weren't the only ones burning with anger. His entire presence now angered me.
"You know what? A simple thank you would've been nice. But I can see that I won't be hearing that from you, so I'm going to go before I say something I'll regret later." And without another word, I turned and walked out of the room.
Screw Ryder Jameson.
Author's Note: So here's my newest story! I know this chapter is kind of short. The other chapters will definitely be longer than this one. Anyway, I'd love to see what you think so far!
ALSO: Since I don't have my website up anymore for the character pictures, here's the "cast" I chose for the main characters:
Emma Watson as Elyse Huntington
Aaron Taylor Johnson as Ryder Jameson
Alexander Ludwig as Trevor Gleeson
Shailene Woodley as Layla Whitney
Dylan O'Brien as Eric Bailey
Again, thanks for reading!