Chapter 6:
Yumi's POV
I went to my room and cried. It's been so long since I cried. It amazed me that Ulrich could hurt me that badly. When did all of this start? When did Ulrich change? How could I not see it, it happened right in front of my eyes! How stupid I was, to totally ignore him... but that new guy, Lance, was just so mind-blowing. He was able to blow me away with his tough looks and his silent attitude. How could he have taken Ulrich's place? Then I thought back to the first day I saw him...
He was sitting in front of Ulrich, and it seemed as though Ulrich was just finishing up what he was saying when he turned and saw us. I loved the way he was able to know right when we were coming and from where. I wasn't sure how he could do that, but it was so nice... Then Ulrich introduced us. Lance was staring at me, looking me up and down, when I felt drawn to him. I was unable to take my eyes off him. All of a sudden, I thought, I'll ask him about the tour around the school. See if he didn't already have it.
He said he wanted me to show him. He said that in one word: you. And I felt like saying. Okie-dokie!
Ulrich was getting jealous and started to say something, but I interrupted him. I accepted the offer and I didn't even notice that Ulrich was staring at me, trying to catch my eyes. But they were too busy soaking up Lance's image. His eyes, hair, clothes, body posture... I could've gone on forever.
When I was showing Lance around, I found myself walking slower and talking slower and taking longer stops just to prolong the moment I had with him. I was surprised at myself. I had never gone this crazy since I fell in love with Ulrich and I was able to control that. At least... some of the time. It felt as if my heart was pounding like a cannon in the middle of a war when his hand slipped into mine. If that could happen from just a handholding session, then what would happen if we actually...
I was ashamed of myself. I knew that Ulrich cared about me and I was pretty sure that I let him know that I cared about him, so why was I going gaga over this guy? Was I actually in love with him?
When I knocked, Odd answered the door. Since Ulrich was locked up in their dorm, he was staying with Jeremie. Luckily, Ulrich tipped him off about the earplugs before he got mad at us, so he was all set for the night.
"How was it," Odd asked, obviously concerned.
"Horrible," was my answer. I slowly sank onto Jeremie's bed. "I really hurt him..."
Jeremie was sitting in his chair, facing his desk, as he replied, "Well, I'm not surprised that he was hurt. I mean, you were flirting with Lance at lunch. Ulrich was really surprised that you actually accepted Lance's offer. Or more like, demand."
I was shocked at Jeremie's comment.
"Are you accusing me?" I demanded.
"No, I'm just stating the obvious," he said, unfazed by my edginess. He turned and faced me; his glasses sliding down his nose as he looked over them. "So. What happened?"
So I told him everything. I had practically memorized Ulrich's hurtful speech and I had to control myself so that I didn't start crying again. When I finished, Jeremie was shaking his head.
"Damn that son of a bitch," he muttered.
I was, of course, confused. Truly this time. "What is it, Jeremie?"
"Well, you see, we made the first move by accepting Lance without caring what Ulrich said. Then he saw us each taking a liking to him, so he thought that his life was being overwritten by Lance, so he got mad and locked himself up. But he made the mistake of missing his chance to get his life back when you came and tried to help. He is still mad because he can't handle his emotions. Ulrich is usually a straightforward guy: He either feels happy or bored. Hardly nothing else, and nothing in between. He doesn't usually get angry because he's a true warrior. To fight is in his blood, so there is no reason for him to feel hate to push him on. With all these feelings, he's getting overwhelmed and doesn't know what to do."
"I can imagine, I'm starting to get overwhelmed just by hearing it," I said, starting to feel dizzy.
"You're not gonna talk like this the rest of the time that I'm here, are you, Jeremie? Because if you are, I'll be happy to sleep in the garden shed."
Jeremie smiled sadly. "Sorry, Odd. All I'm saying is that Ulrich needs us. He needs help, even though he's pushing us away."
"What can we do?" Odd asked.
"We'll think of something in the morning. It's getting late and we need to get to bed."
"Right. Well, I'll leave you guys alone. G'nite you guys," I said, opening the door.
"Night, Yumi," Odd said gently. Jeremie nodded. "Oh, and Yumi?" Jeremie said quickly. I turned back to him. "He'll need you the most." I was silent.
I nodded my head to show that I understood and closed the door behind me, slowly walking past Ulrich's room as I headed to mine. All I could think of was our little 'talk' earlier and how he said that Lance took his life away. My only thought about it was this: Poor, poor Ulrich. What have I done?
.:/AN/:. I must say, I don't think that Jeremie is the cussing type. But he had to say it. He was the only one to understand it. If anyone was bothered by that, I'm sorry. My next chapter still needs a little more work, but, I swear, I will post once I think it's ready. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, and if you hadn't already reviewed, do so on your way out. Ciao!!!