Within The Lights. (Series)

Chapter 8 - Trouble

 His reaction wasn't immediate. It grew slowly, gradually. You could see the color of his face change from tan to orange, then from orange to red, then from red to beat red. I assumed mine was doing the same, only going from tan to white. His hands started to tremble, and I don't think he cared that all eyes in the room were locked on him. Waiting to see what he would do. If he would freak out. Attack. Cry. Have an anxiety attack. Pout. Or just go deadly silent. I think it was a combination of all of the above. Because, he never took his eyes off mine. Not when he was silent, not when the first tear rolled down his cheek, not when he slammed his hands on the table, not when he yelled curses that would shove a dagger through your heart if words could kill. I saw the rage fill his eyes and find myself wondering: What on earth could they do to him to make him hate me so much?

Surely this anger couldn't have come from only the fact that I “Moved on so fast.” No, there has to be something else. But what?

It bothered me that I didn't have an answer, that not one thing came to my genius mind. If I can figure out what Staci had done, you'd think I'd have been able to figure out how she'd done it. But, no, there was nothing that came to mind.

Maybe it was just the shock of the fact that there's anything they could do to make him hate me. That he didn't love me no matter what. Apparently there's something there. A fear, buried deep inside of him, that he'd never even thought twice about because he was sure I'd never do it, but it was there regardless. And, since he thinks I broke whatever silent truce we had, there's next to no way I can possibly fix things. But there has to be some way. There just has to be. I refuse to believe there isn't.

Maybe he thinks I planned this. He has lost a bit of sanity, it wouldn't be completely off the charts. But i still doubt it. He'll be mad at Staci, sure, but not as much as he's mad at me.

Obviously there's the obvious that he thinks i don't care about him at all, that i could so easily toss him to the side the second i get the chance. But there's something else. There has to be something else. There's no way i mean that much to him that even the slight possibility of my not caring could set him off. Right?

The entire room spun around in a blur, causing me to lose my grip on reality. All I could see was white, a bright beam of light in my vision, just like the one of the transport before it killed Jordan. This seemed appropriate, because Greyson's words and hatred hit me like a transport. And, to think I said we were best friends! Lovers, even, until the end!? Forget that! He hates me, and, I'm starting to find a part of myself hating him a little, too.

What a story. Girl loves boy, boy loves girl. The girl cheats on boy with another boy. Both boys still love the girl. The girl loses her grip on everything until everything is gone.

But, no matter how bad things get, boys both love the girl. Boys refuse to let go. The girl loves both boys. How upsetting to see boy walk away from the girl. You'd think she would hold on. But, no, that doesn't happen in real life. In real life, the girl walks away from boy who walked away from the girl first. The girl starts to get over theboy, and then they're forced together again by unexpected events. A series of unfortunate events. Ha.

Yeah, tragic. How often the girl cries over the boy, how often the girl and the boy fight, how little the girl and boy speak. They don't care about each other, they're just pretending. Pretending to love, pretending to be happy. Because people are only ever truly happy in fairy tales. Not in real life. In real life, people can only pretend. Nothing more than pretending to be happy, pretending to love, pretending to care.