.:The Whispers of the Willow:. (Dee) ~Semi-Blitz~

Wyatt did pause when the boy said stop, but he regretted it when he heard the next flow of words come out of that stupid boy’s mouth. This boy has no appreciation for life. As more words just coming out, Wyatt had to ball his fists tight to make sure he didn’t do anything rash. All he had to do was get the boy out of the forest and then he would be well rid of him. But when he saw that the boy had crossed his arms like a two-year-old, Wyatt couldn’t take it anymore and he snapped.

He punched the boy in the face. He was so mad at the boy that he didn’t care who that boy was. He didn’t care if the boy would send his “friends” to beat him up. He just wanted to shut that boy up. Fuming, he took a few steps away and to his position and tried to figure out what he was going to do with this kid. He had told the boy he would lead him out of the forest and while it was tempting to make the boy even more lost, he couldn’t let the boy loose on the forest; for all he knew, the boy would keep taking his anger out on the poor trees.

Marching up close to the boy, Wyatt pointed a finger at his face, not caring if the boy was in pain or not. “You listen to me. I will take you out of the forest only because I said I would, but you are not to talk during the whole trip and I will not say anything. We will maintain 5 paces between each other and I will only respond if you shout ‘help’.” Wyatt turned around, still feeling like he had left matters unsettled.

It almost felt good to get that punch out of his system, almost good because he wanted to keep punching him until the useless boy became a useless sack on the ground. It wasn’t so much about what he was saying about the trees, but how the boy acted. All those years of being bullied in school made Wyatt want to take it on him, the perfect opportunity. But he held himself back, because he couldn’t do anything to get himself into trouble, not if he wanted to actually live his life.

Wyatt had really hoped that they could finish the walk in silence, but the boy just had to say “help” and Wyatt just had to turn around. Damn, I shouldn’t have given him any options at all. He had really considered just ignoring the boy, but it wasn’t entirely fair to go back on his word. The boy’s apology didn’t really soothe him, either; Wyatt just had a problem with this boy’s attitude. In fact, he was so pissed off by this boy that he had no changing feelings when the boy mentioned that he worked at an orphanage. Sure, it was nice, but the boy was just plain dumb.

And now he was asking for forgiveness? There was no way in hell Wyatt was going to forgive him so easily, but the boy had been on point when he speculated that Wyatt loved the forest as the boy supposedly loved the orphans. Even his apology seemed sincere which Wyatt couldn’t completely ignore. “Forgive you? No. But I won’t tell your secret to anyone.” Wyatt glared at the boy some more, before breaking into a cold laugh. “Who would I tell anyway? None of your crowd will talk to me anyway.”

This kid… that kid… all these kids. Wyatt really just wanted to yell at him, to break him down somehow, but how could he do that when the other boy basically just said he wasn’t so bad and asked to hang out? And the other boy was just laughing. Wyatt had not meant to give off any vibe that he was interested in a friendship or that he was amicable at all, but that was all the boy seemed to be understanding. A look of confusion and utter disbelief clouded Wyatt’s face as he looked at this insane boy.

No, he did not want to hang out with him. He didn’t even want to talk to him, and if the boy was any bit sane, he would be feeling the same thing too. What a weird kid, thinking that working at an orphanage is a secret and wants to “hang out” with the guy who just punched him. Yeah, Wyatt was judging him and he wasn’t going to stop. First the boy was some stuck up kid who was angry at the forest and now he was saying that the forest wasn’t so bad and that he wanted to hang out with Wyatt? Major judgment. “You think I’m not going to forget everything that just happened. You pissed me off so much that I punched you. And know you want to hang out with me?” Wyatt looked at the kid, trying to see if he had caused some brain damage. “You’re a weird kid, you know that?”