Storm ☾ Paul Lahote

~ANGER ISSUES~

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"Still nothing?" Seth leans his head up as I paced the room, staring down at my phone. I was waiting for Scott to text me back.

"He hasn't texted me or anything in like three weeks, Seth." I sigh, tossing my phone on my dresser and then plopping myself down beside Seth, who was lying on his stomach reading his Biology textbook. "Where the hell is he?" I lean my head down, staring down at the hardwood floor. Flannels and scarfs were scattered all over the floor, my soccer ball was resting beside my open closet. Some clothes from my closet fell, making them pile up on the floor.

"He probably went to Spain and started his own farm." Seth laughs at his joke, making me push his shoulder.

"That's so not funny." My lips curl into a small smile. "He'd probably die from the excessive heat."

"Hopefully." He mumbles as I hear him flip a page.

"What was that?" I turn my body to face him, making him scoot over so I could get more comfortable.

"Well, Scott is a douche." Seth gives me a pointed look, turning another page of his textbook.

"Are you even reading that?" I question, ignoring his opinion on Scott.

Scott and I have been dating since we were fourteen, now we are seventeen and going strong. Well, not lately. I haven't heard from him in a long time. I was getting really worried, he never made me think that he was being unfaithful. He never gave me a reason to worry. Now, the tables have turned and I'm really concerned.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." He nods, affirming his statement. I scoff, watching as he flipped to another page.

"Uh huh, sure." I sigh once again, getting up from my bed.

I walk over to see my phone, no messages, no calls, no nothing. I run my hand through my hair, pacing once again.

"Reags, you gotta calm down. He is probably fine." Seth reassures, closing his book. He got up from his position, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Probably, that's the thing! He might not be okay." Tears cloud over in my eyes, making me shake slightly. "He's- he's never done this before." I choke, wiping the tears that fell.

"Reagan.." Seth gets up, wrapping his arms around me, his body heat calming me slightly. "Everything is going to be okay." He soothes, running a hand down the back of my head. "Do you want to go downstairs and have some chocolate muffins and watch some TV?" He questions, pulling away from me slightly.

I nod, "Yeah, I want muffins." I sniffle, wiping the tears that managed to escape.

"C'mon," He urged softly, opening my bedroom door.

"I'm coming," I smile softly, walking behind him as we walked through the door. He turned to the right and walked down the creaky stairs.

"Sam?" I call out as we reached the bottom of the stairs. Sam was sat at the island, looking in one of Emily's cookbooks. His head shot up at the mention of his name. "Hey.." I wave slightly. His eyes trail around my face, studying it.

"You were crying." He observed, standing up from his chair. I glanced to my left, Seth was looking at me, waiting for me to say something.

"Yeah, I'm just really worried.." I shrug, taking a small step forward towards the island.

"Scott?" He guessed, grabbing a chocolate muffin from the basket that lay on top of the island.

I nod, "Where's Emily?" I question, looking around the room, not seeing her anywhere.

"She's just picking up some potatoes from the store, she'll be back to make dinner." He walked over, his tall frame towering over my own. He reached out and handed me the muffin. 

Just then, the door flew open, catching me off guard.

I watch as practically two giants walk into my house. Jared Cameron walked into the house like he owned the place, Paul Lahote was trailing behind, glancing around.

"Sam..? There are people in our house." I take a step back, eyeing them as they sat at the dining table, watching Seth and I.

"Yes, I know. Reagan, meet Paul and Jared." I nod at them, acknowledging their presence. I knew who they were, it's not like they were the outcasts that sat in the back of the class. Jared was a class clown, Paul was classified as the hothead jock. That's exactly what I was classified as. Atleast we had something in common. That's totally a great conversation starter. I could just picture it, me going up to him and talking about our anger issues. That'll totally give me a few weird looks.

"You're the guy who I bumped into." I look at Paul who looked to be deep in thought as he looked at me. "Sorry about that, I was in a bit of a hurry."

Paul continued to stare. I watch as Jared lifted his arm and elbowed Paul to gain his attention. "O-Oh it's fine."

I glance back at Sam, whose eyes narrowed as he analyzed Paul.

Seth cleared his throat, making us all turn our attention to him. "I should be going now, my mom is probably worried." He mumbled, walking towards the door.

"Seth," He turns around to face me. "Your stuff?" I nod to the stairs.

"Oh!" He laughs awkwardly, "I kind of need it." He nods, brushing past me and going up the stairs, leaving the rest of us in an awkward silence. 

"So.." I mumble, "You're hanging out with high schoolers now?" I turn to Sam.

"No, I just.." He looks to the two other males in the room, practically pleading for help.

Seth came back down the stairs carrying all of the stuff he brought to my house so we could study.

"I'll see you later." I wave to Seth who walked out the door, actually shutting it behind him. I look back at Sam to see him mouthing something to the two other males.
"Whatever.." I brush past Sam, going to the living room to watch TV. I plop myself on the leather couch and switch the channels. A news anchor talking about the latest missing person cases in Seattle was on.

"Is he-"

"Shhh!" I gesture for Sam to be quiet. I study the screen, watching as the missing person's pictures flash on the screen. The last person flashes on the screen, making me sigh in relief. Scott wasn't one of them.

"He's alright, Reags." Sam reassures as I run a hand through my hair.

"I know, it's just..." I sigh, "I need a nap, wake me up when dinner's ready." I get up, stretching slightly before turning and glancing at the two males who were eating my muffins.

What the hell were they doing here?

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