11-23-2014, 11:25 AM
Nobody in the history of ever meeting Jay Carpenter would have said he was the strong silent type. Handsome and vulnerable type, maybe, but strong and silent, definitely not. Yet ever since the caravan of press rolled onto school grounds, he grew alert and tense. He chalked it up to nerves around the press and was grateful the CEO assigned Vanders to deal with them. He was all kinds of more comfortable dodging machetes and bullets than questions and interrogation.
But behind the black, lifeless sunglasses hiding his eyes, he was watching a pair in particular. The red-head and her partner. In fact, he was watching them so intently that he berated himself for growing so distracted. A four-year old might have taken out his other leg in those few minutes and he might not have noticed.
He couldn't remember how he knew her. If she were here, she was likely a face of the news, but Jay didn't think that was it. Then they turned and she looked straight at him. The look crawled his skin and he had the overwhelming urge to get the hell out of there.
But behind the black, lifeless sunglasses hiding his eyes, he was watching a pair in particular. The red-head and her partner. In fact, he was watching them so intently that he berated himself for growing so distracted. A four-year old might have taken out his other leg in those few minutes and he might not have noticed.
He couldn't remember how he knew her. If she were here, she was likely a face of the news, but Jay didn't think that was it. Then they turned and she looked straight at him. The look crawled his skin and he had the overwhelming urge to get the hell out of there.
Only darkness shows you the light.