Becoming Us Again

Chapter 7: What The Hell Is Going On?

It's been exactly one week since Seth and I had that talk and it's killing me. The girls keep questioning what's with the third degree with us. I just dodge their questions and change the subject.

They realize that I'm not budging any time so they decided that I'll eventually tell them when I'm ready. They're right, I will.

"Hey guys." I sit down at our regular lunch table.

I get mutter of hey's and hi's.

Seems like no one is in a good mood today.

"So what's going?" Dean asks.

He looks at Seth and I.

"I don't know. Ask her." Seth glares at me.

Well, he's not taking this situation lightly.

"Who even cares about what's going on with the dork (referring to me)? She's not even worth talking about. So I heard that there's this party at-" Rebecca gets cut off by Seth.

"Shut the fuck off, Rebecca. We're dealing with this situation and if it's such a waste of time, then fucking leave." He glares at her. Rebecca whimpers then storms off to her minions' table.

We all gasp in surprise of what Seth said. Despite the fact that I'm the reason why he's not in the best of moods, he still stood up for me to Queen Bitch. He did change. But soon enough all the attention goes to me when Seth moves his gaze over to me.

Everyone looks at me. "Yeah, Angelika. What's going on?" Damien asks.

I can see the concern in his eyes for both Seth and I. Lately, he's been nicer, which is surprising, yet comforting.

I just stay quiet.

"Angelika, don't shut us out."

"I just don't want to talk about it. When I'm ready, I will." I state. They all give me unconvincing looks. "I promise." Then they all just nod unsure.

I know Seth, though. We are going to talk about it even if I don't want to. I can clearly see the determination in his eyes. I'm screwed. If someone knew how to get me to open up, it's Seth. Whether if the situation was utterly stupid or serious. Since the situation is serious and spiraling out of control, it gives Seth a newfound motive to need to me to speak out my thoughts.

Lunch continues on, awkwardly. Finally, the bell rings, putting us all out of our misery. We all head to our classes. After 2 hours of last period, we are all free to head home.

I'm the first one to dash out of class. Being in the same class of more than half of your friends may seem like a good idea.... that is until you're in conflict with one of them and it involves the whole group because it's affecting everyone.

Me being unlucky, Seth is also in that class, along with Damien and Jay. It doesn't help that they're on multiple sports team, meaning that they train a lot, meaning that they could easily catch.

Good thing I'm not lazy. I really thought I was going to make it to my car, but an arm wraps around my waist before I could even reach it. I am thrown over someone shoulder.

"Let me go." I pound my fists against the person's muscular back.

"No way in hell, princess." I'd know that voice anywhere. Of course it had to be Seth.

"Please Sethy. I won't run." As I feel Seth bend down, I thought he was letting me go. But he just stands up straight again.

"Aw that's cute Joy. You think calling me Sethy will get me to listen? Then you're in for a real disappointment." He laughs.