Rise

Chapter Eight

*I don't own Teen Wolf.*

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        "Wait, wait, wait!" Kat said, a hand held up to cut me off mid-sentence.  She looked directly into her webcam and the distance melted to nothing under that familiar dark gaze.  We could easily be sitting on her bed with her stereo blaring to keep her brothers from eavesdropping.  "You're telling me that you two went to a concert alone-"

        "Scott wasn't feeling well," I interjected, but she ignored me.

        "-where he got all weird and honestly it just sounds like he was jealous of this other boy-"

        "I wouldn't say jealous, I think he just doesn't like-"

        "-and then you two grinded on each other in the dark club.  But this wasn't a date."  Her eyebrows bounced suggestively.  "Tell me what do you do on a real date, Roar?"

        I crossed my arms over my chest and glared into the webcam.

        "I wouldn't say it was grinding," I snipped.

        "I'll just have to get the dirt from Trevor," she said, sighing heavily.

        I slapped my hand down onto my bed, jostling my laptop and sending my image in the lower right hand corner into a blurry mess.

        "No!" I shouted.  Heat flooded my cheeks.  "I mean, you two talk?"

        "Not extensively," she said, shrugging one shoulder.  "But he's around."

        I bit my lip, wrestling down an emotion that felt eerily like envy, but could be nothing of the sort.  Because Kat was my best friend and Trevor was my ex-boyfriend, and nothing would ever happen between them.  Or maybe I just envied the fact that she could casually bump into him at parties or at the lake, and I couldn't.

        "How is he?" I asked, studying my keyboard.

        "He asked about you," she said.  "He's actually kind of pissed."

        My eyes snapped up.  "He is?"

        "Well, duh, Roar.  You kind of didn't say goodbye.  I know you two have been over for a while, but-"

        "But, nothing," I said, turning my head away in frustration.  I let my hair fall down over my shoulder like a curtain.  "You're right, we were over.  That doesn't mean I didn't still... still have feelings for him.  Saying goodbye would have just been... hard."

        Kat was silent for a few moments, white noise crackling over her mic as it picked up on the fan in her corner.

        "Right.  I get it.  Well, he says hi.  I told him you're doing well, hopefully that's true."

        "It is," I said, flipping my hair back.  "I'm fine."

        Kat's eyes were shining slightly in her monitor light, and the way her eyebrows were pulled together said she didn't believe me.  But, being the good friend she was, she didn't argue with me.  Then a smile burst out and she bared her teeth at me.

        "Yeah, apparently more than fine.  Getting down with cute- I hope, I mean I've never seen him, have I?- boys in the club."

        I rolled my eyes.  "For the last time, we're just friends.  If dancing meant we were anything more, you and I would be ex-lovers."  It was my turn to waggle my eyebrows at her, which thankfully made her laugh and drop the subject.