Drama, In More Ways Than One

Chapter 7

~Ben's POV~

"Ow Lacey! You're ripping my damn arm off." I say as Lacey drags me through hallway after hallway. Everyone is in lunch or in class right now so it's not awkward. But the few people we do come across, give us weird looks. I probably would too if I saw a 6'1 guy being dragged by a 5'2 girl.

After what seemed like an endless torture (Lacey digging her fingernails into my forearm), we finally came to a halt in front of the girls bathroom on the second floor.

Once she let go of me, I started to rub my arm to soothe the pain.

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"I need to talk to you.....now," she said lowly. Oh fuck. She's pissed. But why?

"Then talk." I say hesitantly. I always needed to keep my distance away from Lacey when she was pissed off about something. Plus if you threaten her, she threatens you back, and she'll make damn sure that it happens.

"Fine go in there and we'll talk. It has to be private." she said while pointing to the girls bathroom.

I look at it with disgust.

"Fuck no. Not happening."

"Benjamin James Kale! You better get your fucking ass in there and if you don't I will hunt you down and cut your manhood off." she said with evil eyes.

Crap crap crap crap!

I quickly got into the bathroom with Lacey following me in. She made sure to lock the door.

"What is happening to you?" she asks with a glare.

"Nothing."

"I know something is wrong! You were acting weird after what happened in the car and you freaked out at lunch when Parker waved a hand on front of your face." she said with a scowl.

I put my hands over my face and turned around so my back was facing her. I knew that I was acting weird and I knew that Lacey, my best friend, needed an explanation for my actions. I just didn't know what to say. But that's the perks of having a best friend for three years. They know everything.

"Are they coming back again?" she asks in the most quietest voice I've ever heard. I nod my head with my hands still on my face. I hear soft footsteps coming over to me, stopping right in front of me. Then I feel small arms circle around my waist, bringing me into a hug. I pulled my hands away from my probably tear stained face, and securely locked my hands around her petite figure and rested my head in the nape of her neck.

"When did this start happening?" she questioned.

My mind searched for when I started to have flashbacks.

"After I met Parker." I croaked out. By now, tears were uncontrollably falling down my face and I was starting to have a hard time trying to speak.

"What do you mean? Did she do anything to you?"

"No she hasn't and that's what I don't get." I say while pulling my head up to look at Lacey.

"Ben, she won't do anything to you. She isn't like Emily." Lacey says and this got me furious.

I quickly pulled my hands away from her and stepped back. Her hands fell to her sides and she was confused as hell.

"You don't know who she fucking is Lacey! You just met her! You don't know anything about her!! She could be a slut for all we know! She could be trying the innocent act cause she wants to ruin me or any other guy for that matter so don't go preaching to me that she's not like that fucking bitch! You don't even know!!!!" I scream.