AN: So I decided to try my hand at this category yet again, only this time, I promise to not delete my story if I get writer's block.
Every chapter title will be a song that I believe fits the chapter. If you have suggestions for songs that I should listen to, please please please let me know. I'm very open-minded.
Without further ado, enjoy!
Abby's age has been changed to 14. Fits better.
Name of the story has been changed, thanks to my lovely reviewer Lucie4512
Chapter Eleven: "Make You Believe" by Little Mix
"What's wrong?" I asked, standing in Wally's way. He had been acting weird for the last few days. Like, he wouldn't look me in the eye when he was talking to me, and he almost seemed to freak out when we were in the same room. It was completely unlike him! And it was driving me insane!
"Nothing," he said, running a hand through his hair. It had gotten long enough for him to put it in a small ponytail. I crossed my arms over my chest and jutted a hip out, raising my eyebrow at him.
"Liar." I stated in a somewhat harsh voice. He flinched slightly.
"Can we not do this?" He asked, sighing when I refused to move. If he wanted to leave his room, he would have to either talk to me or move me. I was hoping he wouldn't think of the latter choice. "Please?" He asked. I shook my head. He sighed louder and shook his head.
"Wally, something's bothering you, I can tell." I said in a slightly softer voice. He looked down at his feet and pulled his hair out of its ponytail. He kept running his hands through it, almost pulling at it. I stood on my tiptoes and grabbed his hands, holding them tightly. He entwined our fingers together and gave me a smile. But it looked forced. How could I tell? His eyes didn't light up, and they ALWAYS light up when he smiles. No matter who it's to.
"I'm fine, Tere. Promise." He said, pulling his hands towards his chest, effectively pulling me into his chest as well. He let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. I buried my head in his chest, holding onto his shirt. I will admit, I was scared. Wally was hiding something for me and it was affecting everything between us. And I was terrified because I didn't know why. "I just have some things on my mind, that's all." He whispered before letting me go. I let him walk past me and down the hallway. I turned around slowly and walked out, feeling numb. Did I do something? Did I push Wally to far? Was this because of me? So many thoughts were going through my mind. I was so focused on them that I was unaware that I had walked back into my room. I blinked and looked around, seeing my room. I sighed and closed the door quietly, shaking my head repeatedly to clear it of all the negative thoughts I had running through my mind.
I walked towards my bed, flopping down on top of it and burying my face into my pillow. I was sooo tempted to scream into it, but refrained from doing so. After all, it was Sunday. My family was all home and that meant I had to keep everything inside until tonight. Hell, even Roy was here!
"Well, Tere, looks like you fucked up. Big time." I muttered to myself, throwing an arm over my eyes as I thought about what to do. Usually I would grab a book and read, but with the trial and everything going on, I hadn't had the time nor energy to read. I still didn't. I thought of turning on some music to get my blood pumping, but that would only make me think about all the times I danced with Wally before the shit hit the fan. "Fuck!" I shouted, wondering if I was crazy. Was there anything that I could do that wouldn't remind me of Wally? Apparently not! I huffed and grabbed my phone and slipped it into a pocket on my cropped, leather jacket, and threw it over my backless white, summer dress. I grabbed my white Gladiators and walked out of my room, slamming my door in the process. I all but ran down my stairs and out of the house, ignoring my family. I had glimpsed Wally in the kitchen with my parents, but I also ignored him. Once I was outside, I turned right, away from school, and started running towards the park. It was starting to get cold and I was happy I had put my jacket on. I didn't care so much if my legs were cold, they could deal.
I kept running, ignoring the buzzing of my phone, and only stopped once I was in the middle of the park and away from people. Cliche and I'll probably get murdered, but I could care less. I just wanted to get my thoughts unjumbled and give Wally time to...to...I can't even think about the dreaded 'B' word.
I walked around for a bit, taking deep breaths since my lungs were killing me, and admired the beauty of the fall weather around me. It was nothing compared to Italy, but I loved the way the leaves slowly changed from green to yellow, red, brown, and orange. It looked so pretty. Next time, I'll make sure to bring my sketchbook. Well, that's if I have a next time to run out of my house like I feel unwelcomed. I honestly hope there won't be a next time.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Shit, I forgot about my phone buzzing. I pulled it out and saw that I had three new text messages. One from my mom, asking if I was fine. I quickly answered, saying that I had been dying for some fresh air and I had needed to get out of the house for a few hours. She told me to be back soon. The last two were from Wally. He was asking if I was fine and where I was. I erased those. If he wasn't going to tell me what was wrong with him, then why the hell should I tell him what's wrong with me?!
I put my phone away after turning it off and found a bench that I could sit on and think. Of course, I didn't really want to think right now, but there was no way I could shut my brain off. So I sat and I thought. I thought about what I had to do in school. I thought about this new dance that the team and I were working on for the next event. I thought about Roy and Bryon announcing that they were together and that Bryon was thinking of moving out and moving in with Roy. I thought about Abby and her afro perm that she was in love with. I thought about the way Dom looked at Artemis when he thought no one was looking. And finally, I thought about how the trial was going and how Wally was acting. Besides the last thought, all the others made me smile.
After a while of just sitting there and thinking, I finally noticed that it was starting to get dark and that the lamps were beginning to turn on. I sighed and rustled my hair before getting up and heading in the direction that would lead me to home.
The walk home was completely uneventful, so I guess I avoided that stereotype of getting raped in a dark park. I chuckled a little to myself as I found myself back on my street. I kept on walking until I reached my front door. The light was on, so I knew the door was unlocked. I opened it quietly and shut it behind me, locking it tight. I turned off the light and looked around, seeing that it was all quiet and dark in my house. Everyone must be in bed. I had noticed that Bryon's car wasn't in the drive, so that meant he was at Roy's. I smiled at the thought of those two. They were so cute.
I took my shoes off so I wouldn't create any noise and headed upstairs. I thought of checking on Wally, and even hesitated, but thought better of it. His light wasn't on and I was pretty sure he wouldn't want to talk to me anyway. I shrugged and opened my door, walking in and turning around to close it quietly. That's when I felt someone behind me. Just as I turned around to scream, I felt a reassuring arm around my waist that pulled me into a strong chest. I turned in the person's grip and saw that it was Wally. And boy, did he look pissed.
"Where were you?" He hissed quietly through gritted teeth.
"At the park." I answered quickly.
"Why are you just now getting back?" Again, through gritted teeth he asked. This time he didn't hiss.
"Why are you questioning me?" I shot back, getting annoyed with him.
"Will you just answer the question?" He shot out, his voice getting a tiny bit louder.
"Why should I?" I said at a normal octave. He growled lowly and glared at me. "Oh no, you don't get to play this game with me." I said, shoving him off. He let go with a stunned look on his face.
"What are you talking about? I'm not playing a game!" He all but yelled at me. At this point, I didn't care if we woke my parents up. They were probably listening in right now to see what would happen. They were cool like that. They always let us deal with our own problems until we asked for help.
"Just forget it." I said, turning around to take my jacket off. I took my phone out of my pocket and set it down on my desk. I was tired and didn't have any fight left in me. I half expected him to give up and storm out, but he surprised me by standing right behind me and setting his hands down on my waist. I stayed still as he rested his head on my exposed shoulder, breathing deeply.
"You're mad at me. I understand that. I'm mad at myself. You can pretend that nothing's wrong, but you forget that you're eyes are expressive. I saw the fear and hurt in your eyes and that scared me. More than anything, I don't want you to be scared of me." Wally said softly, running his hands up and down my sides. I couldn't help the small smile that creeped onto my face. He placed one hand on my stomach and the other grabbed my hand. He entwined our fingers and held them close to my chest, where he could feel my heartbeat. "I've probably hurt you, haven't I?" He asked. "I don't expect an answer, I deserve that. But know that you are the best thing to ever happen to me. So please, turn around and let me apologize." He said softly, his lips brushing against my neck as he slowly turned me around. I let go of his hand in order to place mine on top of his chest, while his held me close to him.
I looked up at him and he quickly closed the gap between us. I all but melted into him, which was probably what he wanted. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along my lower lip, asking for entrance. I gasped and let him in. His grip on my waist tightened as he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist while my arms wrapped around his neck. He turned around and set us down on my bed. He pulled away for air and nuzzled the side of my neck.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
Muahahahaha! I'm evil!
This chapter is dedicated to 1st female scarlet speedster, because her reviews made me laugh and smile.