Ditching Greek | editing

30| You're Not You

I glanced at Clyde with a new muddled expression painted on my face now. "What does he mean by that?"

"He's out of his mind." Clyde shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't listen to what he's babbling about. She was a nice girl."

"Yes, a nice girl until her powers developed. I mean who can blame her really with the kind of gods and goddesses she's a direct descendant of." Trey chimed in.

"He's a deranged Vander," Clyde said. "A Vander who's been working against us the entire time. He's only trying to scare you."

"I may be a harmless Vander, but that doesn't make me psychotic for calling the Chosen Girl a serial killer."

"A..a..serial killer," I gasped, not breaking eye contact from Clyde as Logan spoke.

"Have you been having random outbursts of violence? Any feeling of joy or excitement after hurting someone?" Trey questioned. My face fell. Trey only smiled wider. "I'm going to take that as a yes then. Looks like the power is growing a lot faster inside you more than I thought."

The way I rammed Monica's skull into the pavement and how good I felt after inflicting pain into Amy came to mind. Trey couldn't be right though; there had to be another logical reason.

"Can we talk out in the hall?" Not answering, Clyde began to follow me out. We didn't close the door to Monica's room all the way, instead we left it cracked. I didn't waste a second before asking the thoughts bouncing in my head. "When you told me about how the story, did you edit any important parts out?"

He sighed. "No, Nabela--"

I cut him off. "Tell the truth, Clyde. Did you or did you not share the complete story?"

Slowly, but surely, Clyde nodded his head. "I may have forgotten to mention a few small details. But you would've done the same thing in my position. You'd never known anything about this world, and if I told you everything, I knew I'd scare you off."

"So you thought lying to me would be better!" I yelled. "In the end, I still ran off anyway, scared out of my mind."

"I know." His eyes fell to the floor. "I thought it would be best if I didn't bring those things up."

"And when were you planning on telling me, huh? Or were you planning on never telling me and having someone else do the explaining for you?" I asked coolly, narrowing my eyes on him.

"No, I was going to tell you eventually. You have to believe me when I say that." He stepped in a little closer and grabbed my hand. This Clyde, right here in this moment with me, was different than the cold and distant Clyde I had encountered in the parking lot. Less broken, too. "I'm not the kind of guy to go and hide stuff from people he cares about."

"If you care about me, then why don't you start acting like it more?"

The softness in his eyes disappeared and so did his hand. He pulled away from me. "Don't try to flip this around on me as if I'm the most untrustworthy person between the two of us and then all of a sudden the least caring one."

I scuffled. "What are you trying to say? That I am most untrustworthy person?"

"Well I'm sure your boyfriend would say so."

How dare he say that about me!? I gave him no reason to treat me this way. All I'd done is be nice to him, and now, here he was throwing Brandon into the mix.

A crash in the next room stopped me from cursing him out. Clyde kicked open the door and we both raced in. A masked figure completely dressed in black stood beside the window, holding Trey to their hip. A Greek letter in red was painted on the back, reading the name of a sorority I knew well: Kappa Gamma. Trey was already untied and free from the chair. Clyde had just gotten a bit closer to them, close enough to touch them, by the time the two had fallen out of the window. I ran over to the window and watched as the pair got to a waiting car. The moment they fell in, the vehicle sped out of the lot.