Kory's POV
I rolled my eyes as I took my seat at the table for dinner. For the past year and a half I had always sat next to Emma and across from Charlie, but that night I couldn't. Why couldn't I? Because my girlfriend is a nut case. Seriously, she wouldn't let Fulton sit near Portman like usual so I had to sit on the other side of him. Which I wouldn't have minded much if that hadn't placed me next to Portman and across from Goldberg. I don't really know either, plus I like holding Emma's hand under the table at dinner, I couldn't.
However being bored did help out a little, I was searching for something to distract myself with and I'd chosen watching the Bash Brothers. When Portman realized Fulton wouldn't be sitting next to him like normal, I thought he looked sort of upset. But then I could be wrong, maybe I was just looking for things. After fifteen minutes of it though I knew Emily was going to start another shouting match with Dean and probably upset Fulton in the process.
"You know, your best friend is having a bad day and you didn't even ask him is he was okay." She started in on the curly haired enforcer.
Portman glared and spat like venom "Well maybe if you weren't so desperate to get all of his attention and shut up for two seconds, maybe I could."
"If you weren't so God damn insensitive, tried to be less of a dick, maybe I would. But someone has to love him, and it's obvious you don't."
I got out of my seat, grabbed my girlfriend gently by the wrist and tugged her into the hall, knowing her last comment was uncalled for. Even if what I was seeing was wrong, I knew that Dean loved Fulton, even if in just a platonic way. They were practically brothers.
"Ow! I thought I was the violent one." She mumbled rubbing her wrist.
I shook my head. "I think Portman cares for Fulton more then you like to believe. I dunno if you're jealous because now you know Fulton love loves Portman or what, but that was very unnecessary."
Emily gave me a blank look and I rolled my eyes again. "Does this have a point, Koryander my love?"
If she wasn't so cute, sometimes I think I'd have to throttle her. "He was staring at him all through the meal."
"That's crazy Portman doesn't have a loving bone in his body, he's just a muscle bound attention hog with a stupidity complex."
"That's what people think about Fulton too, which we know is a lie. Trust me, he was looking at him, the way I look at you."
Emily squinted and in a flash of red hair disappeared back into the cafeteria. Swiftly I followed her knowing full well what she intended to do. Catching up to her just as she was about to reenter the dining hall, I grasped her shoulder and stopped her.
"You can't say anything to either one." I whispered forcefully.
I could tell by her vacant expression she'd need to be reminded why. "Why is that, again?"
"Because the last thing Fulton said to us before we got to dinner was 'Glad I got that off my chest, but please stay out of it.' I'm pretty sure he meant it."
"So, then what are we going to do about it?"
"Nothing, at least not until we can be certain."
I could tell that Emma wasn't very pleased with that, as she gave her 'must break something' glare and walked away. Still, I was fairly certain I could make it up to her. All I'd have to do was convince Connie to spend the night with Guy and well.you know. Who says I'm the innocent one?
Later that night I went for a walk to the school library, dying from boredom. Emma had not been in the mood to let me make it up to her but Connie had gone out with Guy. Since Charlie was having a poker game in his room with some of his friends, it left me nothing to do. I walked the vast aisles of shells, packed with books, some brightly colored other faded with age, yet I couldn't find anything to read. Sinking down into a chair a nearby table I rested my head on the tabletop and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I found a simple leather bound book labeled 'poems'. I know I shouldn't have opened it, but curiosity killed the cat and I did. The last entry was a gorgeously, hand written poem.
'Something's going on inside
I feel it, so strange to me
I'm morphing, I can't hide
I'm different but you can't see
Everything had to change
Things are suddenly so new
Nothing seems the same
Not even you'
I rolled my eyes as I took my seat at the table for dinner. For the past year and a half I had always sat next to Emma and across from Charlie, but that night I couldn't. Why couldn't I? Because my girlfriend is a nut case. Seriously, she wouldn't let Fulton sit near Portman like usual so I had to sit on the other side of him. Which I wouldn't have minded much if that hadn't placed me next to Portman and across from Goldberg. I don't really know either, plus I like holding Emma's hand under the table at dinner, I couldn't.
However being bored did help out a little, I was searching for something to distract myself with and I'd chosen watching the Bash Brothers. When Portman realized Fulton wouldn't be sitting next to him like normal, I thought he looked sort of upset. But then I could be wrong, maybe I was just looking for things. After fifteen minutes of it though I knew Emily was going to start another shouting match with Dean and probably upset Fulton in the process.
"You know, your best friend is having a bad day and you didn't even ask him is he was okay." She started in on the curly haired enforcer.
Portman glared and spat like venom "Well maybe if you weren't so desperate to get all of his attention and shut up for two seconds, maybe I could."
"If you weren't so God damn insensitive, tried to be less of a dick, maybe I would. But someone has to love him, and it's obvious you don't."
I got out of my seat, grabbed my girlfriend gently by the wrist and tugged her into the hall, knowing her last comment was uncalled for. Even if what I was seeing was wrong, I knew that Dean loved Fulton, even if in just a platonic way. They were practically brothers.
"Ow! I thought I was the violent one." She mumbled rubbing her wrist.
I shook my head. "I think Portman cares for Fulton more then you like to believe. I dunno if you're jealous because now you know Fulton love loves Portman or what, but that was very unnecessary."
Emily gave me a blank look and I rolled my eyes again. "Does this have a point, Koryander my love?"
If she wasn't so cute, sometimes I think I'd have to throttle her. "He was staring at him all through the meal."
"That's crazy Portman doesn't have a loving bone in his body, he's just a muscle bound attention hog with a stupidity complex."
"That's what people think about Fulton too, which we know is a lie. Trust me, he was looking at him, the way I look at you."
Emily squinted and in a flash of red hair disappeared back into the cafeteria. Swiftly I followed her knowing full well what she intended to do. Catching up to her just as she was about to reenter the dining hall, I grasped her shoulder and stopped her.
"You can't say anything to either one." I whispered forcefully.
I could tell by her vacant expression she'd need to be reminded why. "Why is that, again?"
"Because the last thing Fulton said to us before we got to dinner was 'Glad I got that off my chest, but please stay out of it.' I'm pretty sure he meant it."
"So, then what are we going to do about it?"
"Nothing, at least not until we can be certain."
I could tell that Emma wasn't very pleased with that, as she gave her 'must break something' glare and walked away. Still, I was fairly certain I could make it up to her. All I'd have to do was convince Connie to spend the night with Guy and well.you know. Who says I'm the innocent one?
Later that night I went for a walk to the school library, dying from boredom. Emma had not been in the mood to let me make it up to her but Connie had gone out with Guy. Since Charlie was having a poker game in his room with some of his friends, it left me nothing to do. I walked the vast aisles of shells, packed with books, some brightly colored other faded with age, yet I couldn't find anything to read. Sinking down into a chair a nearby table I rested my head on the tabletop and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I found a simple leather bound book labeled 'poems'. I know I shouldn't have opened it, but curiosity killed the cat and I did. The last entry was a gorgeously, hand written poem.
'Something's going on inside
I feel it, so strange to me
I'm morphing, I can't hide
I'm different but you can't see
Everything had to change
Things are suddenly so new
Nothing seems the same
Not even you'