As I approach Dylan's door I hear yelling coming from his room, and can automatically recognize Lucas's voice.
I immediately open the door and run into the room, only to see Lucas holding Dylan by his collar against the wall, and screaming at him with his other fist up in position to deck Dylan. Lucas's eyes were narrow. His eyes always reminded me of the ocean, but today? Today it reminded of a storm.
"Lucas Stop!" I say running and jumping on his back, trying to pull him away from Dylan. He groaned obviously realizing who I was. I looked up and into Dylan's eyes noticing how dull they were. Not Dull in color , but dull in life. He had hate and sorrow in his eyes, even regret.
Lucas stumbles backwards as I wrap my legs around him to hold myself up, and he tries to shake me off by moving his shoulders. My grasp tightens.
"Riley get the hell off of me!" He yells, but I won't let go till I know he's calm. His voice is deep and very angry, distraught even. The storm seems as if it's all through out him. Why does he care so much? I mean, he doesn't like me. There's no reason he would be mad.
"Not until you calm down!" I yell back, struggling to hold onto him. Lucas stops trying to shake me off and pants quickly, setting his hand on the wall to steady himself.
Noticing that he's not so riled up , I finally let go and drop behind him onto the pads of my feet. Lucas quickly turns around to look at me, and I notice his veins popping out of him arms - which indicates that he's very angry.
"Did you sleep with him?" He asks calmly, but so deeply it's still painful.
His jaw tightens in a clench and he stares at me - but it feels like he's practically staring into my soul.
My eyebrows furrow as I try and think of what to say, making Lucas cock his head a bit waiting for an answer.
"Maybe I did, Maybe I didn't. Why would you care? It's my life and you refuse to be a part of it. You need to choose what you think this thing is between us. Because so far it feels like you fucking want nothing, and if that's true you don't have the rights to tell me anything. Hell, no one has the right to tell me who to sleep with." I say flailing my arms up, making Lucas shake his head looking down. In return, I just throw my head back in a delirious laugh.
"Of course you have nothing to say, this is such a fucking joke." I say turning around to walk out of Dylan's room.
"I don't know what we are, okay? Maybe you should stop trying to plan out your life, and just let whatever happens - happen!" I hear him yell behind me, making me stop in my tracks.
"It's not even worth it." I mutter under my breath, walking out of Dylan's room. I walk down the hall and out of the small building.
This is usually a point where I'd cry, or call Maya, but all I can do is think of how needy I've been to everyone. I've been depending on everyone else in my life to pick up my pieces.
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Author: what do you think will happen next?
