Authors note: WHOA. This won't be updated until True Friends is 100% Finished – which is only like 5 more chapters – but have this lil side story to go along with it. I would suggest reading True Friends before you come here. I mean, you can read the chapters that go for these. It's the same order chapter wise :)
Part of Seth felt guilty. It had been a week and three days since Gemma had ended her life. He heard hanging, but there was something going around that she'd sliced open her arms too. Sad, really – that a life like that had to end so – brutally. There was a part of him that had wished that things hadn't gone the way that they had. Even if they hadn't worked out, they could've stayed friends – but of course, he had to mess that up. There's a gentle sigh, and Seth glanced towards his sleeping girlfriend. Things had gotten better. He'd spun the perfect lie after her party to protect her, but a part of him always grew so angry seeing her buddy buddy with Chris. If only he wasn't so determined to protect her. He moved, brushing a hand through her hair with a small smile. "Mm, babe?" A gentle shh, and he climbed into the bed next to her. There was still guilt, but right now? He shouldn't have been worrying about it. They were happy, and he was fine with that.
Laptop illuminated the dark room, and Seth found himself scrolling through his emails. A few from family members, various spam and then one hit him. gemma-a . That wasn't real. Nothing would have access to that email. Shaking hands clicked upon it, and as he clicked on the link that it held. A neatly written blog, a URL that he remembered. This could not be happening – absolutely not. He refused to accept that a dead girl was posting a link to people. He found himself reading through the page, details of the bullshit that he'd caused. What an asshole. Jaw clenched, and fingers almost pulled the key from his keyboard. What the fuck had even been going through his head? Seth found himself staring at the final sentence only 15 minutes later. He'd said that. He'd made her out to be a slut, and that had started the stupid whirlwind of things that had piled on her. He couldn't help but feel like shit over what he'd done
Hours were spent afterwards, reading intently through every page until it got to one with his name on it again. No, it couldn't have been. Glancing down to Sasha, who had her eyes part the way open – Seth's mouth moved quietly. Was it to tell her what had happened? He didn't really know. He was going to say something, but a harsh push on the door and the sight of Chris Jericho in front of him caused his fist to clench, and it immediately set Sasha on edge. There was something about the man staring at him that made his blood fucking boil. His smug attitude, knowing what the fuck he'd done to a girl that he cared so much about. "Hey." She muttered, lips pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles "Calm down. It's just Chris." Just Chris? Just the Chris that had fucked you against your own knowledge? The Chris that he'd let do what he wanted? There's a gentle growl, but he sits up and watches the purple haired female make her way out of bed and wrap the other man in a hug.
It sickened him. How the fuck could he be so happy knowing what he did? How could he even try and be friends with her knowing what he'd done? "You alright, man?" Words snapped him out of the angry glance, and he looked up to notice that Jericho had been motioning to hands that were clenched. He was pissed. Seth had done everything he could to keep him away, and yet – here he was. Fuck this. "I want you to go." Nothing else was said, and he reached out to shove the other man out of the door – but it wasn't until Sasha grabbed at his arm that he really snapped. His hand didn't move in her direction, but it swung towards Chris, aiming to connect. There was slight laughter from the older man, and when a hand wrapped around his shoulder and shoved him, Chris' brow narrowed "What the fuck, man?"
"Get out, get the fuck out."
And he was gone, just like that. Seth's breath was quick, and ragged. He didn't really know just what had come over him, but god – he needed it. Sasha, who was now looking slack jawed and narrowed, gave him a strong shove. If only she knew what he'd done "What the hell? Chris was just visiting. Fucking hell, grow up." Back to fists were his hands, and Seth watched her. The way she grabbed at the bag she'd brought into his room. Where the hell was she planning on going? "Fuck this, I'm gonna go stay with him. I wanted to relax and this bullshit happened." She was going to him? Seth tightened his grip on his trousers, and frowned. She was out the door before he could stop her. She couldn't know. Not yet, maybe it would be best just to let her read it. He'd get shit. He knew he would, but –
His fist lashed out and hit at the wall, a painful yelp leaving his lips. Fucking hell. His breath had managed to calm down and every part of him wanted to call someone just to talk about it. He wanted to talk to someone about the stupid game that the dead girl was playing, but he had to. Sasha couldn't find out any of this. His laptop was reopened, and without going back onto the page. He took the link and sent it onto the next person. Matt could deal with this. He'd just forget about it, and play dumb when it was brought up
"Not my problem now."