Chapter 13: Jatta, 7:02 am.
I woke in the morning, still half asleep. I opened my eyes, and Seth was asleep next to me. I almost jumped, but then I remembered last night. My gaze softened, and I gently shook him awake. "Seth, you need to wake up..." I yawned. He opened his eyes quickly, as if he wasn't even sleeping. I smiled "Are you always this jumpy?" I asked him. He smiled slightly, and yawned "I guess you can say that..." He sat up, and rubbed his forehead "Damn..." He said, looking me over. I hadn't realized it until now, and I guess he hasn't either, that my pajamas were a tank top that showed practically half my chest, and shorts that would probably be something worn on the beach, on the hottest day of the year. I looked up, embarrassed. He smiled at me, and rubbed my arm "Don't worry, nothing happened...yet." I laughed uncertainly "And what is that supposed to mean?" He stood "It means exactly what it says" he said to me. He looked like a model from a magazine for hottest men's sleep-wear styles. He was wearing plaid Pajama bottoms, and no shirt. I tried not to stare, but I just couldn't help it. He looked over at me, and sat beside me. His arm was around my waist, and he kissed my on the neck "for once, I gave someone what they wanted, and didn't despise it." I laughed, and kissed him back. "So, does this mean we are, uh..." I started "if you want it to." Seth interrupted. It's as if he could read my mind. We both got up, and left to go get a change of clothes. While he was gone, I changed into some skinny jeans, changed tank tops from white to black, and started putting my hair up in an elastic after combing it through. He came in while I was still doing my hair in the mirror. He hadn't changed, but had a pair of jeans that almost matched mine in color, but were a darker color of faded blue, and a black t shirt. He pulled me back to face him, and he bent down, as I stood up on my tip-toes, and our lips met. I put my arm around him, and he held me close to him.
We were still there a few minutes later, when someone knocked on the door. It was Luke. He stood, arms crossed, with a look on his face I couldn't describe. But behind the fierce eyes, I saw pain. Then I knew why he was acting the way he did before. I went back down, and started walking over to Luke. But he held up his hand, and walked away. I looked back at Seth, who had his arms crossed, and looked at me with a scowl on his face. I growled at him, and ran after Luke "Luke!" I called out to him. He was standing in front of an open window, staring out. The wind ruffled through his blonde hair, and he turned "What?" he growled at me. "I-I.." I stuttered. And he put his hands to his sides, hands in fists. "What? Are you going to tell me you weren't just with Seth in your room just now, making out?" Both the anger and the pain in his voice grew each word "I don't even care anymore! You can go do what you little wolf girls do, and watch me care about it!" He yelled. He towered over me, and all I could do was cower in fear. Luke held up his hand, with his fingers held in a way that could tear away at anyone and anything with one swipe, and tears were streaming down my face. Seth Ran over in front of me, and growled at Luke. Luke almost stepped back, and put his hand in his pocket. His eyes still held an angry glare in them, and I felt it was directed at me, but more importantly, at Seth. "Keep walking, Blood-sucker. Maybe I won't have to break you pretty little face." Seth growled at Luke and Luke stopped where he was. He turned around, and his eyes weren't the usual Dark blue, but a light golden color. I shrank back behind Seth No! You stupid, pitiful little creature! You can stop them from doing this! You know you can! A voice screamed in her head. She walked out from behind Seth, but Luke was already at him. Luke had his fist a few inches from Seth's face, and Seth couldn't do anything about it; but I could. I stuck my arm in the way of the punch. So instead of punching Seth in the face, Luke punched my arm. I growled in Horror as I pulled my hand back. It hurt so badly, and the bone was out of place. Great, I now have a broken wrist, all thanks to Luke. Luke recoiled from the hit, and stared at my wrist, an emotion far from belief was in his eyes, and I growled. I looked at Seth /Settle./ I said to him. Only it wasn't said out loud, but with Telepathy. His eyes widened, and looked over at me. I gave him a look that said "stop looking so surprised. You knew it would happen eventually." And turned the Luke, who was still in shock of my interference. Luke opened his fists, and shoved his hands in his pockets "I-I'm sorry Jatta..." he whispered, almost sobbed. And ran down the hall. I looked up at Seth, who was still looking at my broken wrist "Well? Are you gonna stand there, or show me where the Infirmary is?" Once we were walking, I thought of my weird word choice Infirmary? Is that what it's called now?