Chapter 8: You better run

Vince was definitely still mad at me. He was usually nice, I mean he opened the door to The Sweet Tooth for me. Yet now, he stared at me, just looking into my eyes. Or maybe not a lot of people would help other people up.

I struggled to stand up as the pain in my butt started to act upon me again. I groaned, winced and cringe and Vince finally realized I needed help in getting up, so he reached a hand out.

I stared at his hand, then at him, then at his hand again.

"Y'know," he spoke and I looked at him, "normal people would actually grab hold of my hand."

I grasped for his help and ignored the tingles that shot through my palm and fingers. He probably had some sort of skin disease that I should be careful of.

Yeah, that's totally it.

"Thanks," I muttered as he pulled me up like I was a feather. Which was on the contrary as I eat way too much Fruitloops.

"So what's up with you?" he furrowed his eyebrows, arms crossed over his chest.

"Nothing?" I said, more of as a question, still a little confused if he was still mad at me or not.

"She's too good for me? What did you mean by that? I don't deserve her?" he asked, his voice growing a little angrier.

"I didn't mean it," I sighed, speaking a little softly.

I didn't like when people were angry at me. Whether it was a teacher, Zak or even Vince. i just didn't like it. That's why I was so disappointed in myself for burning the house down. Because Zak might think I've crossed the line of being a burden that I took being a burden to another level.

"Then what did you mean?"

"I... I don't know, okay?"

"Are you on your period?" he asked, his tone of voice a little less angry now.

I raised my eyebrows and gave him a pointed look, "no, you twat."

"Are you serious?" he gave out an airy laugh with no humor at all, and raised his hands in exasperation, "you're calling me the twat when you were the one that went on all about how she deserves better blah blah blah."

"I didn't mean it! I just... I just don't even know why I said it," I mumbled.

Perhaps, perhaps I was jealous. Not for the fact that Vince had a girlfriend, but for the fact that he had a stable relationship. I mean, I haven't even been in one.

Though, if I were jealous of Vince's relationship, I should be jealous of Summer's as well.

"Look, she's gorgeous, she seems amazing from the few minutes I met her and she's lucky to have you," I explained.

Vince's eyes widened at my words and in one second, I recapped on what I had said. Then my eyes widened.

"W-What I me-mean to say i-is... She sh-should be lucky to have you i-if you're lucky y-you have her?" Whether that even made sense, I don't really care.

When in doubt, stutter your way out.

"You're jealous," he smirked.

"No!" I huffed.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, you dipshit!" I exclaimed.

"You're in denial," he sang, lips twitching up a notch.

"No I'm not, and I'm not having this conversation with you," I huffed and walked past him into the kitchen.

"Why? Because what I'm saying is true; that you're jealous?" I was facing the fridge now, but I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"No, because I'm hungry."

"Because you skipped dinner due to the jealousy."

I turned around to face him, then raised my hands in exasperation. He was never going to give up.

"Screw you, Vince."

"Oh I know you want to," he winked and before I could even restrain my hand from slapping the smirk of his face, he was already heading up the stairs.

"You better run," I muttered then proceeded to heat up the food Summer had saved for me.

At least after that meaningless conversation with Vince, I knew he wasn't mad at me. He made it look like the joke's on me but really, I think I gained something from it. And that was Vince not being mad at me.

Something in me felt so weird that if Vince stayed mad at me, I think I'd be living everyday - until he forgives me - in sadness.

Why?

I have not goddamn idea but I sure want to find out.

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I looked at the hallway of school and huffed. Ugh, it was this time of the week again.

Monday.

Now, I know there was a stereotypical hate towards Monday, because it was the start of the week and the first day of school after the weekends. But reasons why I hate Mondays were simple; I hated all the classes I had.

History was the first.

There were advantages and disadvantages in History, of course. Everything had pros and cons.

And here's my list:

Advantages:

1) Chelsea, surprising, sat beside me and we usually talked about random things. Anything over than History.

2) The teacher was too old and deaf to catch anyone talking.

Disadvantages:

1) The teacher was boring, and talked way more monotoned than Optimus Prime.

2) The dude that sat in front of me dropped major F-bombs so frequently I wonder what he usually eats. And not the profanity. But literally fart-bombs.

3) The guy behind of me wouldn't stop hitting on the girl that sat behind Chelsea, but miserably failing as the girl kept rejecting him.

So, I think it's safe to say, History sucks shit big time.

Besides, why do I need to learn about Pearl Harbor when there are movies on it?

"So how's Vince?" Chelsea asked, leaning closer to the side to talk to me.

"Okay I guess? He's not exactly my BFF, y'know," I shrugged.

"You're really boring, y'know," she chuckled, mimicking the way I had said 'y'know'.

"Yes. I know. At least, I've got Castiel, Dean and Sam in my life, or at least in my television life," I smiled.

"You're lame, why am I even your friend again?" she teased.

"Because you love me," I gave her a sickly-sweet smile, with my eyes big and wide.

Before Chelsea got to answer, the guy in front dropped one of his fart-bombs.

He pooted and the sound with so soft yet squeaky, that only Chelsea and I could here.

The smell started to wind up with the air and both Chelsea and I gagged, before subtly covering up our noses and breathing through our mouths.

What the hell did he have for lunch?

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Author's Note: I know, I know, the recent few chapters have been so suck-ish it hurts, right? I'm sorry! I was having a mega mind block and I couldn't explain much of how Lyssabelle was feeling because she's never experienced these type of feelings before.

Castiel, Dean and Sam are all characters from one of Lyssabelle's favorite television shows: Supernatural.

I've been getting way too many writers' block and I'd love to know what you guys would like to see in the next chapter so let me know in the comments! I'll of course give credit to whoever's idea I pick:)

So far, what do you think?

I also know that updates haven't been too regular but I'm really trying! xx