I am listening to: Love Riot by: Worth Dying For

Chapter 7

Of Anger And Ignorance

Love riot, turn the city upside-down! Love riot for the name of Jesus. Love riot, turn the city upside-down! Love riot for the name of Jesus!

I felt terribly guilty.

I felt like I had made a grave mistake letting her to wander off in her anger, knowing the possible trouble she could get into. I felt slightly better that Trevor was with her, but not that much.

It all started when Paris had barged- not knocking- into my room that morning.

"Get up." I looked up at alluring figure of one Paris Sanchez. Shame riddled my body as I thought of the week before, where I had left her standing, alone. I was such a selfish bastard.

"What?" I had stupidly asked. Thinking back to it, she probably took it as defiance, which I should have understood by the pursing in her lips, and the slightly red tint to her face.

"I said; Get up. So do it, now." She spat back, her tongue lashing out at me, her words malicious and cold. I was so screwed.

"I don't really feel lik-," I was suddenly yanked to her face.

"Listen here, boy," she began, her hazel eyes glinting with hatred, "You're coming with me, whether you like it or not! I am not going to let you hole up in your room all day, feeling sorry for yourself!" She pushed me back. "Get dressed, now."

"Paris, really, it's only been one week since the funeral." I had said. I later realized it was a bad move on my part.

"You ignorant pig!" she shouted at me, "Don't you dare—DON'T YOU DARE—use him as an excuse!" I was pretty sure she bared her teeth at me. "Get off of you sorry butt, and get back to life!"

I had stepped back, not seeing this part of her before. I took in the blood shot eyes, bags under her eyes, and distinct smell of alcohol before connecting the dots, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes." She spat out, her eyes growing even harder than before, "I have."

"Paris-," I once again began.

"Don't you dare lecture me!" she shouted again, her newly turned bright orange hair flying into her face, "Don't you dare tell me how to live! Don't you dare say anything about how I'm acting, before you've cleaned up your mess! You've been walking around like a zombie these last few days! We get it, he's dead, you lost your brother, now will you please get over yourself! You are acting so selfish! I watched my brother die! I held him in my lap! You are acting like your world is ending. Guess wait! Its not! Ramon is dead! You just need to grow up and get over it!"

"Why do you always do this to me?" I yelled back, losing my well kept temper.

"Do what?" she barked in reply. It made my blood boil even more.

"You always single me out! Who are you going to trip at lunch? Me! Who are you going to make fun of? Me! Who is going to get hit in the face in gym? Me! Whose homework is going to get stolen? Mine!" I took a deep breath before continuing. "And then you go and seduce me!—,"

Paris jumped towards me with amazing speed, "I seduced you?" If she could breathe fire, I'm sure I would be a crisp at that moment, "I did not seduce you! You said you wanted to talk, and the next thing I know, we're kissing!"

"Its not my fault you're such a freaking whore!" I shouted. I had immediately covered my mouth with my hand, but the damage was done. Before I could blink, Paris was out the door, and out of my house.

Ten minutes later I got a text from Trevor, which said she was with him, and that I was dead.

I knew of the two that could kill me, he would be a little more merciful.

It was storming now. Rain was coming down in a steady sheet, hitting roves and filling up holes, forming puddles. Looking outside, I notice two figures, one lying down, and the other standing up, looking like they were shouting. Curious I wandered down the stairs of my home and out into the rain, wanting to know who would be mad enough to deal with such a storm.

"Hello?" I called, my voice being slightly smothered by the down pour, "Are you okay?"

The figure that was standing looked up at me, his deep blue eyes meeting mine.

I recognized him. How could I forget that face?

"Isidro?" he questioned, wiping his jet black hair away from his face.

I felt my face pale, knowing what was happening.

"Is it time?" I asked, worry shaking me.

He nodded grimly, his T-shirt sticking to his body.

I focused on the t-shirt, knowing what it said. It was a sign. It was time to go. I had to quickly find Paris.

Glancing back to him, I read the never changing words on his shirt; CAMP HALFBLOOD

Until the tears have left your eyes, until the fear can sleep at night, until the demons that you're scared of disappear inside…

I am listening to: Oh My Dear by Tenth Avenue North

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