House of Anubis: House of Mistakes

Part I

He really should have seen this coming. For a boy who had actual visions of the future, he really did lack quite a bit of foresight.

After arguing with Patricia over the amount of time she'd been sharing in the company of his rival, Benji, he'd stormed off. It was just so... so typical of Ben to try and steal away everything that made Eddie happy. Logically, he knew he was being ridiculous, and that Patricia was a person and therefore incapable of being stolen from him...

But the little voice in the back of his mind was providing him with contradictory information. And that voice was getting louder.

Was he jealous? No! He was Eddie Miller. He was a bad boy, with a devil may care attitude. He didn't get jealous of anyone or anything. In fact, he was the one making other people jealous. That was how he'd always been.

But...was he even that same person anymore? Now that he stopped to think about it...no, he wasn't. He'd had to grow up so fast, move into a new role and leave a life of carelessness behind. He had to care now. Eddie Miller, bad boy extraordinaire, was gone, and in his place stood Eddie Miller: Osirian and protector. Apparently Osirian Eddie Miller did get jealous. Painfully so. Especially of Ben, who was trying to take away the girl he'd only just gotten back. Ben was a no-good, self-righteous jerk, who didn't deserve to be in the same school as Patricia, let alone the same airspace. On his way out of the school, he even kicked the doorframe for good measure. It would do in place of Ben's probably minuscule dick.

Ben. Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben. How dare he try to seduce Patricia like that right in front of him. Wait. Eddie vaguely remembered her telling him she hated that word: "seduce." He hated thinking like this; it made her sound like some sort of object that was at risk of being robbed away.

His head hurt suddenly. He'd already been without her once, and now that sorry excuse for an Englishman was trying to take her away again.

Eddie wasn't going to cry. He wasn't going to do it. Not even Eddie Miller, Osirian and protector, cried. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. And jealous. So, so jealous.

Despite not crying, it was hard to get words out around the lump in his throat when a concerned Miss Denby found him leaning on the school's brick wall, frantically rubbing at his eyes.

Eddie knew better. He really did! But he need to vent to someone, and Denby was willing to listen. And so he let it out right then and there. And she'd been so understanding, so supportive...so overly sweet.

Maybe that's why Eddie felt like such a chump.

He'd barely been inside the Gatehouse two minutes before being reduced to a cornered animal, lashing out with both hands as the two leering, taunting faces of his captors loomed impossibly closer. This was death row, and he was first in line.

As scared as he was, Eddie also couldn't put the image of Patricia and Ben being all buddy-buddy out of his mind. It didn't help that both Frobisher and Denby wouldn't let him forget it. The feeling burned in his chest, making him feel absolutely sick to his stomach. That was what had gotten him there in the first place.

He was nearly backed up against one of the decorative coffin-things now, and the sun that filtered inside from the stained glass windows was high in the sky, casting colorful patterns over the walls. It would have been rather pretty had he not been in such a terrible bind.