"Oh." Her angelic voice rings through my ears, she sounds hurt, and pissed. I look over at her, tears in her once bright eyes.
"It isn't what-" I can tell Lena is smirking, I can't stand her. But why does Pam hate her so much?
"You dick!" She screams at me, throwing something at me. It would've hit my head if I hadn't moved, and dents the wooden cupboard door behind me. "I can't beleive you would makeout with... this whore!" She screams as the other boys run upstairs and stop in their tracks. Cole looks hurt, Lena is still hanging onto my shirt.
"He came onto me, I swear!" Lena lies, I feel my anger boil up. She knows we're in love, doesn't she? She realize how this looks, doesn't she? Me pressed against the wall as she leans against me, it's unlikely it looks like I came onto her.
"You filthy slut!" She looks between both of us, as if deciding what to do. Tears start to stain her cheeks as she turns around, grabbing the door handle when Lena snorts.
"Should've kept a better eye on him, we all know no one can't keep their hands off me, I'm perfect."
Pam spins around on her heel, her eyes almost black, and her breathing quick and uneven. "What?" She growls, I've never seen her like this before. She looks beyond pissed.
"You heard me." Lena smirks. Pam runs at Lena, hitting her with every chance she can get while I stand back, shocked. Who will win? Her nails claw at her face, her arms, punching her stomach and face, kicking her shin and kneeing her stomach. Lena fights back, getting a few good punches in on her delicate face until Cole and Joey break them up. I hold Pam back until she jerks away from me.
"Never come back." She warns Lena in a low voice before turning to me, simply glimpsing at me before running past me, crying and the door slams, I flinch but I run after her, but I can't seem to find her, it's like she's just dissapeared. I go back inside and look at the mess the kitchen is in. Cole tends to a beat up whore, Joey and Brett simply watch on.
"It's time for you to go." Joey tells them, they verbally fight before they finally leave.
"Well, explain yourself!" Brett shouts.
"She came onto me." Is all I say as I shrug my coat on and shove my shoes onto my feet before running out the door. "Pam!" I call out several times but I don't get a response. She knows this land better than I do, she could be anywhere. I decide to run to the shop where her father and mother are.
"Pam's gone." I blurt out as they look at me with widened eyes. "I'm going to look for her but I don't know where she could be."
"She doesn't run so she can't be far." Her father says, fuming, her mother looks mad as well as I leave. They didn't help much, I knew she didn't run so I check every building until I walk down some old steps and open a door. I spot her coat, she's leaning against a dirty wall with cats surrounding her. She looks up, her eyes bloodshot, she stands up as I try to figure out how to get inside. "Pam!" I call after her as she runs away from me, where could she go. It looks like a dead end place anyways. "Dammit." I mutter, finally getting the door open then closing it only to see her exiting another door. I run over to it and pull it open and watch her sprint across a pasture then collapse a little bit. I run after her, finally grabbing her wrist.
"Don't touch my wrist!" She snaps, pulling away from me.
"Pam, just listen, hear me out." I say, she shakes her head, looking down and backing away from me.
"You disgust me." She mumbles as I grab her wrist again and she flinches. I'm desperate for this girls attention, it breaks my heart to hear her say that, but hurts even worse to see her in this condition, so distant.
"Hear me out." I repeat myself, she shakes her head again. "For Christs sake it's almost Christmas!" I shout, she flinches at my loudness and looks up at me, tears spilling over her eye sockets again.
"She came onto me." I say, grabbing her shoulders af resting my forehead against hers. "She kissed me, she's a slut." I look into her perfect dark blue eyes. She closes them as soon as I make contact and I frown.
"Yeah, she's a slut, and yeah she may have kissed you first, but it didn't look like you were trying to hard to get her off you, holding her shoulders..." She trails off. I close my eyes and exhale, a crease forming between my eyebrows as she tries to push me away.
"How the hell was I supposed to go anywhere when I was being pressed against a fucking wall!" I scream, she flinches away from me, her eyes opening as she looks at me, upset and angry.
"She's a girl, push her away!" She shouts as if its the most obvious thing. I'm fuming, why can't she believe me? We love each other, we can get through this. After all, love conquers all.
"Exactly!" I shout back, lowering my voice slightly. Her lips are pressed into a right line, but I find myself still turned on even though we're arguing.
"She's probably got a dick!" She throws her hands up, trying not to laugh at her own, weird joke. "And besides that you're supposed to be my boyfriend." She lowers her voice but its still raised as she sighs.
"I know baby, and I'm so sorry, but I swear that she kissed me first, and if you don't beleive me then..." I pause to look for something, anything, that will hopefully convince her that Lena actually kissed me first. "Break up with me." Her eyes dart to my face, this is so risky, it just slipped out. She opens her mouth to say something, my heart stopping, but she closes it quickly and I silently sigh.
She walks up to me, my heart racing, she brings her hand up, at first I think it's to rest against my cheek, but as soon as she slaps me I become shocked. I did not expect that. What the hell?
I shoot her a glare, holding my cheek with my hand. "What?" She replies with an innocent look but a cold voice. I'm pissed with her, but I can't deny how cute she looks when she's angry.
"Don't look at me like that." She snaps before playfully smirking at me as I lean in to kiss her. She presses her index finger to my lips to stop me.
"I don't think so." She purses her lips together, before I stand straight again. "You are not allowed to touch me for 3 days, and I hope you shower tonight."
Pam's POV
"You are not allowed to touch me for 3 days..." I want him to know that he can't just kiss someone and away with it. Although I beleive that she kissed him first, because she's a filthy cunt, and because he sounds sincere about everything. "And I hope you shower tonight." I am not sleeping in the same bed as him after he's been touched by a filthy whore, I don't think we're sleeping in the bed at all, and this is all probably really childish but I don't care. He frowns, still cupping my cheek. Can we go 3 days without touching each other? Probably, it's just 3 days.
"So does that mean we're still together?" He asks, hope glimmering in his emerald eyes. I smile and nod.
"Love you, lets go."
I love how we can go from screaming at each other to walking home in peace. I love him, more than he will ever know I'm afraid, because I'm not good with the whole 'love' thing.
