Later, school came to an end, and everyone was shuffling out the school's doors. I was waiting for Wilson or Hawke to walk me home. Or if not, Hawke could drive Wilson and I home in his huge black car. It was a nice car, a little wide but big enough to give rides, which was part of the reason why Hawke had bought this car at sixteen. He had his driver's license by then, and he could drive us wherever we needed to be. Wilson made his way over to me through the crowd, Hawke trailing behind him. I met up with them, and we started to walk toward where Wilson lived. Hawke's car was in the shop, so it would be a while before we would be driving anywhere. 

In about fifteen to twenty minutes, we were standing in front of Wilson's house, watching as he waved to us and walked into the house. His parents gave him a key to his house once he became a sophomore. His parents would be working more often than they usually do. It was close to Halloween, so they would be pretty busy for the rest of this month. 

We waited until he went inside and Hawke started to walk me over to my house, which wasn't that far. While we were walking, I thought that I might as well ask him what was on my mind. 

"Hey, Hawke?" He looked down at me as we were walking. "How come you're so nice to Wilson?" He stared at the road ahead of us for a while before he spoke.

"Is there a reason not to be?" He looked down at me again as I shoved my hands in my jacket pockets. 

"No, you have every reason to be." I stared at him as we walked. "But it seems that you've been...too nice lately."

Hawke gave me a look as if he wasn't surprised that I haven't caught on yet. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're acting as if you're with..erm..." I didn't dare say her name. I knew he would pound me if I mentioned her name again. 

"I see..." Hawke sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "And you're saying that's bad?"

"Not that it's bad." I kicked a small stone in the road. "I'm just wondering why you and Wilson had grown so close lately."

"He needs someone to look up to." Hawke placed his hands behind his head. "If he doesn't have that, it would kill him."

Wilson had an older brother. His name was Timothy or something. Captian of the football team back then, got straight A's and all the girls liked him. A 'Star Student,' the teachers had called him. Wilson thought of Timothy as a god. But a month ago, Timothy was shot up by a gang. He was shot sixteen times that night. 'Shouldn't have gone out so late.' most of our neighborhood thought they knew that this was how Timothy died. Wilson was broken for weeks, claiming that Timothy wasn't dead, and he was probably in Maui by now if he wasn't here. I think he still wants to believe this. 

"I think you know as well as me that a gang didn't shoot up ol' Tim." Hawke had this look in his eye as if he was willing to kill anyone standing in front of us. Even if it was someone like West, which was most likely to happen if it wasn't for his drawbacks. "You and I both know that something else killed him that night."

I agreed with him on some parts. "But then what, or who did kill him?" Hawke sighed and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. 

"I don't know, Mason." Hawke sighed and stared up at the evening sky. "I just don't know." We got to my house and I walked inside with the house key that I had gotten recently this year. As I looked through my window, I saw Hawke standing in the middle of the road with his face in his hands, looking up. His hands slowly came down and into his jacket pockets. He looked back toward the road ahead of him, and I watched him as he left.