#p:willa

West knew all too well that his sister was right about him being off since the rave at Pepper's. He would've probably told her sooner but he dropped it to focus on her health. Standing in front of her dorm door he took a deep breath and fidgeted slightly before bringing a hand to the knob. He hoped her roommate was still out. "Hi." He said simply still upset by their text messages earlier. She had totally acted like their father lecturing him about his choices. If only she knew his other habit and what he saw that changed his life.

He'd seen her around campus a few times. Quiet, optimistic, naive. Was he jealous of her? Possibly, but he wouldn't admit it to himself. Not yet. Zipping up his jacket, Emmett approached Willa's room. He knocked a few times and waited for her to come on out. Why was he even doing this? For the joy of corrupting an innocent soul? No...he probably wasn't going to do anything of note tonight. He'd drink a lot, that was a sure bet. But other than that, he most likely just wanted to get away from the Academy--get lost in a sea of strangers, a sea of people who wouldn't ask questions or attempt to make shallow conversation. He'd keep an eye on the girl, just enough to make sure he wouldn't get blamed if something happened to her. "Willa?" His voice was smooth with a slight accent, the one of his homeland, if you could call it that.

She went to coffee shops to do that. It was hard to convince herself to go, always slightly afraid of what her mother would think, but she needed it today. There was so many things happening right now. She just wanted to sit and drink her black coffee without having to push herself to be more than who she was.