Seashells {Belmont 1}

Chapter 6

theo james is so attractive...

For Noah and Helena's relationship, things will unfold eventually. But you get more of info in this chapter. Enjoy!

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A pin can be dropped on the tile kitchen floor and I will be able to hear it—it's that quiet. Helena's eyes are still wide as she stares at Noah as he looks at her with shock. The fork he is holding is stopped midair. Ty is holding his beer to his lips as he keeps looking back and forth between the two. Dean is looking at me—like it's my fault I caused all this awkwardness. Maybe I am, but how am I supposed to know Noah is Helena's ex? I just got here yesterday!

Helena turns to me, her eyes becoming glassy. "Is it okay if I skip dinner tonight? We can talk about event plans another time."

"Let me get you some food to go," Jenna jumps up from her chair and goes to the stove where mostaccioli is cooling down.

"Do you mind making me another plate to go? We'll just eat in my room," I ask Jenna as she pours noodles mixed with red sauce and cheese in a bowl. I give Helena a small smile, trying to avoid the stare Dean is still shooting my way.

"Of course."

"Thank you," I say as I notice none of the guys have said anything. I catch Dean's eyes before he elbows Noah in the arm.

I see the tall man stand and clear his throat. "I can just go. I don't mind."

Helena shakes her head. "No it's okay. You have more right to be here then I do."

"Don't say that," Noah argues with an edge to his voice. "Just because I'm friends with Dean doesn't make me have more of a right. As I recall you were also friends with him until-"

"Yes I know!" Helena snaps, her voice cracking at the end.

Dean gets up from the table and gets the bowls from his mom. "Come on," he says, leading us out into the kitchen, motioning me to grab two cans of pop, before walking upstairs to my room. The cans cool my palms and make them wet. All three of us walk upstairs and to my room. Dean sets the two bowls on top of the brown dresser to get what looks like two pull out tables from behind the dresser. Huh, didn't know those were there. I guess it's a good thing because I'm known for not making my mouth half the time when eating. That's why I always carry one of those to-go stick cleaning thingy.

"Thank you Dean," Helena murmurs, hugging herself.

"It's no problem Helena," he says as he sets the bowls on each pull out table by the two comfy seats at the corner of the room. He waits until Helena sits down before facing me. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Nodding, I turn and walk out of the room, sensing Dean following close behind. I stop to see him close the door, leaving just a sliver open. His hand lands on the small of my back, urging me to walk further down the hall. Once we get to a certain point Dean touches my arm with a quick pass before turning to face me. I lean against the wall and meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry alright," I say before he has a chance to talk. "I didn't know they were a couple before five minutes ago and I didn't intend on ruining dinner tonight."

Dean watches me closely, his expression not giving anything away. "I'm not here to argue with you. I know you didn't know, how you could, but I just wanted to let you know that things between Noah and Helena are rocky right now."

I scoff, rolling my eyes and wrapping my arms around myself. "That's apparent." Shaking my head, I look down to my painted red toenails digging into my flip flops. "I feel awful."