The Triple Threat

Triple Confessions

**You guys should like this chapter, hopefully. This is by far the most informative one yet, it's kind of sad too. But enough chit chat, I'll let you get to story now!! Enjoy!!**

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Chapter Thirteen.......................Triple Confessions

You would think I'd be freaking out right now.

The boys think I should be freaking out right now.

Hell, even I think I should be freaking out right now.

But I'm not.

I never really understood just how badly I wanted to know things about the Triple Threat, until now. A week ago, if anyone would have asked me did I want to sit down and listen to these guys talk bout their lives, then I would have said 'Hell to the no!!". They really weren't a big part of my life, and I didn't think that they would ever have much -if any- influence in it. Boy was I wrong.

As of now, I thank God that I am so interested in what they have to say. If I didn't care, then I'd probably be in a corner somewhere, lying in the fetal position and crying my eyes out with at least a dozen red velvet cupcakes scattered around me. However, instead of losing my mind and replaying the scene at school over and over again, I'm sitting poised and looking expectantly at the same three guys that have -unconsciously- helped me maintain a peace of mind. But it seems as if I'm the only one eager to get this show on the road because every last one of them are staring at me like I'm about to go from Buddha calm and cool to Amanda Bynes crazy and crazier.

"Guys, you know staring is a sure way to invoke the reaction you're waiting on from me. How many times have I told you, I don't like for people to stare at me? Now instead of sitting there like you're waiting for an atomic bomb to explode, how about telling me what the hell is going on?" I questioned in a reasonably patient voice. After that, I took a sip of my sweet tea and proceeded to eat some more overly-salted and slightly stale fries. This will be the last time I go to McDonalds for awhile.

You're probably wondering where we are, and if you weren't, then you should have been. No, we're not at McDonalds, we stopped by there while we were on the way here. And 'here' is the private -or should I say secret- gym on the outskirts of town. The boys suggested we go back to my house so I could lay down and be comfortable, but I still desperately need to release some stress, more so now. They thought that what happened at school had drained all of the energy out me, but surprisingly it didn't. I don't know how the heck I did that back there, but I do know I didn't do it by myself, I felt energy being channeled into me, and I want answers on how it happened.

"Are you sure you're ok? You looked like you were about to pass out at school and you could hardly walk to your car." said Tyler, who was the first guy to snap out of his ridiculous stare. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I was a bit weak right after it happened, but it took almost no time to get most of my strength back. However, that didn't stop Mark, Tyler, and Tristan from hovering around me the whole time, much like they're doing now.

"I'm fine, nothing hurts, aches, or throbs!" I insisted, letting a little irritation leak into my voice. I don't want to snap at him, he's only looking out for me, but it's getting old, real quick.

The thing that pissed me off the most though, is that they all agreed it would be best for Tristan to drive me around all day, in MY car. I ask you, what kind of bullcrap is that?! I'll tell you, it's the stinkiest, messiest bullcrap I've ever come across! I don't let anybody drive my car! But I admit, I do trust Tristan the most to drive my car safely. And it's not just because I'm closer to him than the others, the kid is the most childish one of the group, but I've seen the way he handles his beauty of a car. There's not a scratch, or even a sigh of a scratch on it, therefore I know he can handle my baby. Besides, it's not like Mark has to be careful of damaging his vehicle, and I've never seen Tyler drive before. Sure, he drove my brother's Escalade home after the party last weekend, but I was drunk and concussed, all I remember from that ride is arguing with Tristan about a rap song.