Liam would have stopped Harry's interrogation if he wasn't also curious. He naturally wasn't the type to be curious about other people's lives. But something was definitely up with this one.
Oliver looked at Harry for a full minute before he simply said, "Sorry."
That was enough to tell them he was not going to give them any answers.
Harry was frowning now but Sophie stepped up to speak, "We have a party this friday night at Harry's. Do you want to come? You'll make a lot of new friends and there are going to be drinks everywhere."
"Sorry. Do not like parties." He turned it down immediately. Although he sounded polite, Sophie was embarrassed.
"Is there anywhere else?" Oliver asked Liam politely.
That was actually the longest sentence Oliver had said to him.
"Yes, the PE changing room."
Oliver nodded and began to follow Liam when he started walking again.
"Why are you two following us?" Liam turned to ask Sophie and Harry.
"I am going to get something from my locker." Harry answered and looked at Sophie who shrugged. "I'll just see you boys off and go live my boring life."
The four walked quietly before Harry asked Liam.
"So are you okay now?"
"What do you mean?"
"You looked like you were ready to kill someone this morning. And in class, you looked like shit!"
Liam shrugged. "I would have killed the son of a bitch if I had seen him or at least gotten a name."
"Relax, it was just a love letter." Sophie chipped in.
"From a dude!" Liam spat out while glaring daggers at her. "That is so disgusting." He scrunched up his nose. "I could not hold myself back from throwing up. And thanks to that bastard, my breakfast this morning went down the drain."
"Love is Love." Sophie continued.
Liam guessed she was deliberately trying to rile him up.
"Do not give me that bullshit Sophie. Men and Women. Women and Men. That is the only logical, rational, moral and NOT disgusting relationship. Man and Man? That is sick!"
"Tell me you have never jerked off to a lesbian porno before and I'll let you be." Sophie insisted and recieved another glare from Liam.
"You are gross."
"Why do you look guilty then?" Harry asked Liam in amusement.
Liam was about to retaliate when the new student spoke,
"Sorry, where... is the closest restroom?" Oliver interrupted the group of friends in a quiet voice. Harry was the first to point it to him so he said a quick "thanks" and left.
"Dude sure likes to say sorry a lot." Harry noted.
"Why does he look sick?" Sophie pointed out as they watched his retreating figure.
"You two should stop bothering him. He seems really introverted and your presence makes him uncomfortable." Liam said to the two.
"Really? You suddenly know how to worry about others?" Harry asked with a raised brow.
"I am not worrying about anyone you idiot. I would have felt uncomfortable with the two of you too. Especially Sophie."
"I'll stop asking them! Maybe I should stalk him after school?
"Sophie!" The two boys called at the same time.
"What? I need to write something about him before Emma beats me to it!"
"Do not be obsessive. In fact, let's go." Harry said and pulled her with him.
Liam waited there until the boy returned. He looked like he had washed him face and dried it. Above all, he looked really pale.
"Are you okay?" Liam asked. Normally, that didn't concern him but he didn't want the new kid to faint on him.
"Sorry if I took too long. And I'm good." Oliver answered without looking at him.
Liam concluded that he wasn't just introverted but also weird. When they went to test for a uniform for him, unlike other guys who simply stripped and changed wherever they were, he simply stood there with the uniform in hand, asking for a changing room. Liam was about to follow him inside when Oliver slammed the door and went in by himself to change.
"Annoying." Liam muttered to himself as he waited for the boy to come out.
"Hello Nurse Ashley."
"Hello there handsome! It's good to finally see a lovely face around here."
Liam smiled at her. "Is she sleeping?" He asked.
"She's awake. Your father is inside with her."
"Cool." He nodded at the elderly nurse before going to the private room where his parents were.
He could hear his mother laughing even before he opened the door and entered inside.
"Look who we have here!" Elizabeth chimed.
"Hi dad." He greeted before he joined his mother on the small bed and kissed her cheek. She kissed him back and tried to create more space for him to fit in.
"How was school?" Henry, his father asked.
Both his parents were in their late thirties and looked quite young. His father had been 20 years old and his mother 18 when they had him. They had gotten married a month before he was born. His mother was a nutritionist so she always prepared the right meals and made them do the right exercises to keep the whole family in shape. That was why they looked quite younger than their age and people hardly believed they were his parents. Boys his age flirted with his mother while girls he was even older than had a crush on his father. His father was a senior lecturer in a university outside town so he had more cases of young ladies flocking around him. It was never a problem since both his parents were used to it and knew how to handle it. They were also really good looking and that was how he had gotten his looks.
Despite his mother's conscious effort to keep them healthy, she still fell sick unfortunately.
"School was okay. How are you mum? What did the doctor say?" He asked hopefully.
"I need to run now. Have a seminar to prepare for. I may be back late." He kissed his son and wife on their foreheads before he disappeared.
"So? What did the doctor say?" He asked his mother.
"Well..."
He could tell she didn't want to talk about it but he wasn't going to let her do so.
"The truth, please" He pleaded.
"I need to be transferred to a bigger hospital outside of town."
His face paled immediately.
"Hey! It's nothing serious. This is a small town so you don't expect this hospital to have everything. Need to run more checks in a better hospital and I'll be fine."
"How... long is it going to take? And when are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow. I'm leaving tomorrow—"
"TOMORROW?!"
"Yes. And I don't know how long it's going to take to run all the tests and start treatment."
"Mum..."
"It's not a big deal."
"It is a big deal! You are getting really thin and you've been in pain for a while. What if it's something serious?"
She smiled warmly at her son. He always acted like he was tough but he was really soft.
"Trust your mother. I know my body best and can assure you it's nothing serious."
"If it's not then you wouldn't have to transfer to another hospital! I have to go with you."
"No! You have school."
"Then you are just going to go alone?" He asked in disbelief.
"Your dad is going to come visit me often."
"You need someone to stay there with you. To be there with you even at nights!"
"Well, you aunt offered to stay with me for sometime. Her husband is out of town and won't be coming back until next month. But someone needs to look after Cindy. You know how she is."
Cindy was his 6 years old cousin. She didn't like to leave her home neither did she like to see strangers. Thankfully, her father was rich so she had been homeschooling. It had been difficult getting her acquainted with her teacher but she couldn't stay with a nanny so his aunt took care of her daughter by herself.
Liam sighed. "There has to be a way. It's either I take a break from school and go with you or Cindy come live in the house with dad and I."
"You know Cindy won't."
"Then I will come with you."
"Do not be stubborn."
"What if I go stay with Cindy then?"
Elizabeth wanted to retort but she paused and thought about it. That was going to be the only way. Cindy liked Liam so there was no doubt she would be able to stay with him.
"I'll have to talk to your aunt and she'll have to speak with her husband. I cannot guarantee anything now."
He heaved a heavy sigh and placed his head on her shoulder.
"I just want you to be fine."
"I know." She began to gently run her hand over his hair.
"So tell me, what happened in school today?"
"Nothing." He spat out.
"Oh! I know that tone. Did something bad happen?" She asked, sounding concerned.
Liam didn't want to remember it but it was too late. "I received a love letter."
"Aww.."
"Don't 'aww'. It was from a boy."
"Oh! Do you... know him?"
"I'm glad I don't. He would have been in the hospital by now."
"You'd have brought him to come see me?"
"Eww! No! He would have been the one receiving treatment."
"What? Why?"
"What do you mean 'why'?" He sat up to look at her face with a frown.
"It was a boy! Why would a boy be attracted to another boy? It's... yuck!" He grimaced.
"Do not say that. I had a friend back in high school who was gay and he was the sweetest soul ever. You can ask your dad about him."
"I don't want to talk about this." He hissed.
"Fine. What else happened?" She asked.
He remembered the new boy. The strange new kid whose name was Oliver.
"Nothing significant." He murmured.
"Mum?"
"Yes honey?"
"Please be fine. I am really worried." He said quietly.