Inviting the Virgin: Dealing With the Aftermath (Old Version)

Fourteen :Move Over Leo:

A/N: I did not proof read this at all. I've re-written it so many times that I just need to post it or I never will. Sorry guys. 

"Okay? Define okay." I screeched standing outside of Nancy's doorway. The glow of her pink bedroom walls beckoned into the halls illuminating Zack's face in a different hue.

I was too angry to admit that he looked good with the pink shade across his cheeks. I'm sure Zack wouldn't like the compliment either. His masculinity was at stake if I said anything.

"You think this is okay? What about this is okay?" My lungs filled with a burning air. My chest felt like it was about to pop at any point as I held my breath.

"Nothing is okay and nothing will be okay until all of this shit is done and over with." Each of us had reached are breaking point at some point in time during this hellish week. If Zack's experience was anything like mine; mental breakdowns had happened consistently throughout. Mine was coming to a boil in front of him.

I squeezed the air out of my lungs, surprised I didn't breathe fire into Zack's face. Leaning forwards I placed my hands above my knees trying to get my breathing even.

"Do you need a bag or something?" Zack snorted from above me.

Well say goodbye to whatever emotions I was enjoying from Zack and hello sarcastic jerk.

"Screw you," I hissed from in-between my knees.

"We should get back," Zack said.

My eyes glanced back through the doorway at Danny. He was hunched over the computer typing like he was writing an essay he just realized was due tomorrow morning. Holy shit, I have an essay due tomorrow.

I'm screwed whether we win this or not.

Zack's arm grabbed my forearm pulling me away from Nancy's room and back towards the kitchen. He was leading me towards either our doom or triumph. I neglected the urge to dig my heels into the tiles. He must have sensed my resistance. His fingers gripped tighter as he tugged me along. It wasn't a tight pinch of anger but if felt like one of encouragement.

We can do this.

"Did you guys finished your little kiss and make up routine?" I heard the hackle from in the basement as Zack and I reseeded down the stairs. The voice was so muffled among the other chatter that I couldn't tell who had spoken.

It was hard enough for my mind to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not falling face first down the stairs. My brain wasn't functioning anymore. I'd switched onto autopilot and was now just sitting back and trying to relax. At least as much as I could with the visual of the ticking time bomb upstairs.

I wondered if the terrified expression was written across my face. If it was no one said anything as the two of us headed towards the couch. Their faces said it all. Nancy's face was scrunched up like she had licked Jordan's foot. Mimi was too focused on her phone to care about anything that was occurring. I was contemplating the idea of Nancy's gang knowing the plan; knowing all our laundry would be sent out electronically to everyone with an internet connection. There was a fat chance the three R's would let me cut their hair if they were aware of Nancy's fail safe.