Chapter 3
"Shhh it's ok. We all love you even if you aren't a werewolf or vampire." Seth murmured into my hair stroking it simultaneously. He kissed the top of my head and held me so close that I was almost convinced he had just conjoined us. He started humming Made of Glass by Trapt and I thought my heart broke in two. How could I deny him when all he did was try to make me happy? It would be the least I could do.
With tears still in my eyes I gnawed on my lip. This man made every attempt to make things work for me, and all I wanted was more? Maybe there is something not normal about me. I turned around and stared at Seth. He looked so confused, why was I so determined? I bit my bottom lip. "Want to go to the arcade?" he smiled. "You know me too well Oleander." I crawled back into my seat but not before giving Seth a quick peck on the cheek. The color flooded my cheeks.
Once at the arcade I felt like maybe Seth and I looked like the corny couple. I wasn't too sure how I felt about it. We sat down to eat and hell, maybe it was dumb, but I threw a French fry at Seth. Before I knew it the both of us were covered in gross arcade food. "OUT! Both of you!" the manager bellowed as we slipped out the front door desperately hiding hysterics. I hopped into the car and looked at Seth who had a slice of pizza stuck on his hair. "Something tells me Esme won't like us in the house until we shower" Seth plucked a chip out of my hair and smiled "Probably not, and I'm sure she wants you in school little girl" I frowned. "I'm not a little girl anymore Seth, I'm as old as you."
"Are you now? Maybe that explains why you look so different."
"Yeah I know, I was an ugly baby." I smiled "You really weren't. You've always been gorgeous Blake." I stared at Seth. Was he yanking my chain or what? He wasn't and I could see it in his face. His eyes looked into mine, a longing feeling smoldering in his eyes. I felt like that song La La La by LMFAO it was very full and loud then silent. While he was staring into my eyes, I knew that I had to let my guard down.
"Seth…" it was a soft small little whisper. "Don't do anything until you're sure, Blake." I smiled. The pressure of having to decide if I liked him was off. His hand barely touched mine while he said "You don't have to do anything for me" I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Of course I do, I have to get you a shower!"
We drove home to find my mom tapping her foot on the front porch. Crap. We'd done it. Screwed ourselves over. But who cares, I now knew that it was ok that I cared for Seth a little more than a friend. Hell. I love him but I'm sure with grandpa Ed around I'll get lectured. Hard.