Cause and Effect

Part 28

~Elizabeth~

I watched quietly as Zander (Alex, whatever.) and Ally bolted out the door, tripping over each other. Seeing their eyes bulging out of their sockets was enough to tell me not to interfere with whatever was so important. It was only about ten minutes before they were back, but not alone.

With them was a very angry, very bloody Brent. She was wearing a bra with her blue shirt wrapped around her left arm. A guys jacket was slung over her shoulders and she seemed extremely uncomfortable. I called the guys in and raced to where they were seated on the leather sofa. Looking at the gash, I almost gagged. It was about six inches long and as deep as a thumb nail. Jake came running to Brent (Typical behavior for people IN LOVE). He sat in front of her and Ally promptly shoved him to the ground to get him out of the way.

"What the hell happened?" I demanded, everybody nodding with me. I wasn't looking at them, though. I was dialing Oliver's number, seeing as he was kind of part of the group now. I'm not going to lie, the thought of calling him sent pleasant shivers down my spine. He had recently gained my trust and a little more. The others were still a little on edge about him, but they were dealing.

"Hello?" I heard on the other line and I told him what happened to Brent, saying the same words she was telling everybody else, only a couple of seconds behind her.

"I'll be over in twenty minutes." He said and then clicked the phone off.

"This is going to hurt..." said Ally with a big ass needle. Brent scoffed. Dumbass. As the needle went through her skin she nearly leapt 10 feet of the couch.

"SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, ALLY! FUCK THE WORLD AND ALL ITS HELL!" She continued ranting until some nasty looking black stitches laced up her arm and Ally bandaged it up with gauze.

I looked at everybody and my eyes stopped on Daniel's odd expression.

"What are you looking at?" snapped Brent. Please don't let hulk out! Oliver is coming over soon!

"Your arm... it..."

"Spit it out, Daniel." I said, exasperated.

"It looks like a vagina." He said in a breath. After a few moments, we all laughed. Brent's scowl slightly turned up at the edges.

"Oliver will be here soon. I'm going to go get ready and you all should, too." I said, bolting to my room.

I ran through my closet and found a good shirt to wear. It was a see-through, orange/pink and white floral shirt that went just to my hip bone. Under it, I wore a white tank and searched for my jean shorts. I searched, and searched, and searched. Every second that passed, I grew angrier. I finally gave up and threw on some white shorts with converse and stormed out after brushing my hair.

"WHERE ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH ARE MY SHORTS?!" I demanded, knowing my cheeks were scarlet from anger.

Everybody simply stared at me and shrugged with bewildered looks. Brent was now wearing Jake's shirt, reaching mid thigh. I huffed and puffed for a moment and then remembered that Oliver would be here in exactly... 12 minutes. Not that I was counting...

I walked to the kitchen and started whipping together pancakes, stirring the batter. The griddle heated and I pored the batter on it. I started off with one batch, putting the 14 pancakes on a plate and setting out everybody's toppings. I had whipped cream and fruit for Ally and Zander, syrup and chocolate chips for Daniel and Jake, Nutella for Brent, and butter and Log Cabin syrup for me (A/N: Log Cabin is the unhealthy syrup, but is THE SHIT. Sorry, but it's so true...). Oliver would have to pick out of the litter.

I knock on the door broke me out of the thought and Jake opened it with a scowl on his face, no doubt. He hates Oliver so much, it's ridiculous. I had just dumped the eggs on a giant plate for everybody to get when Jake and Oliver sauntered in like they owned the damned place. Seriously, though- they were hotter than the pits of hell.