"First I get expelled," Sean growled, slamming the door behind him, "then I come home to my best friend making out with my sister."
"Sean," Alice breathed, "I thought you were going for a drive."
"I was, but I realized I forgot my new CD on the table..." he spoke calmly, until his thoughts returned to the scene he had just walked in on.
"But that doesn't even matter," his voice volatile once more, "you need to keep your grimey hands off of my little sister."
Sean stormed across the living room to where Jay stood and pushed on his chest, raising a finger in his face as the force sent Jay into the wall behind him, "if I ever catch you touching her again, I'll—"
"Sean!" Alice shouted, grabbing her brother's shoulder and turning him to face her once again. She held his face in her hands in an attempt to calm him down, "it's not his fault... it just happened."
Sean's breathing grew steady for a brief moment, until a grimace appeared on his face. A disgusted, foul look.
"How could you do this?" He questioned, his voice soft but still furious, "and with him? I can't believe this."
Gently, he pushed his sister away and left out the same door he had stormed through only moments ago.
This time, he really wasn't sure when he would come back. He had nowhere to turn other than Emma, and he wasn't even sure what she thought of him anymore after the whole drug situation.
"Em?" Sean sank into the driver's seat as the blonde answered on from the other end of the line, "can we meet somewhere for lunch?"
His forehead rested upon the wheel as he spoke and listened to her response, "yeah, I was hoping you'd call. We need to talk."
Sean's heart raced upon hearing her words, but agreed to pick her up shortly. As he hung up the phone, he noticed texts from both Jay and Alice. He opted to ignore their pleas for a chance to explain themselves. Instead, he took a drive around the clear his head until it was time to pick Emma up.
The time passed slower than ever before for Sean. But when it was time to pick her up, she was already anxiously waiting for him on the front steps.
"Hey," he spoke cautiously to her through the opened passenger window before she got into the vehicle.
"Sean, what happened?" the concern in her voice was evident.
He hung his head, refusing to look her in the eyes, "I figured you'd heard. And I assume you think I'm a drug dealer, too."
Sean was met with silence.
"Em, please," his eyebrows furrowed in agony, meeting her gaze, "you have to believe me. I'm a lot of things, but I'm no drug dealer. I'm not a bad guy anymore. Someone had to plant them, I swear—"
"Sean," Emma spoke sweetly; sincerely, "I know Peter planted those drugs in your locker. At first, I honesly wasn't sure who to believe. But when Alice came to your defense, I knew I was being stupid believing anyone but you."
Sean was grateful for her trust in him, but a pang of guilt pounded in his chest at the mention of his sister. Maybe he overreacted.
"You have no idea how much that means to hear you say, Em," he exhaled a sigh of relief, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, "but you mentioned Alice..."
Emma's brow furrowed, unsure of where Sean was going. She remained silent to allow him to continue.
"We're not really on speaking terms right now," he explained, avoiding any of the excrutiating details, "do you think Mr. S would be okay with me staying at your place for a little while?"
He spoke again quickly before she could respond, "that is, if you're okay with me being there, too."
"Of course," she smiled softly, "lets go to my place and get you comfortable. No one's home right now, so you can hang out and make yourself comfortable until I'm home, okay? I'll talk to Snake about it later."
Sean smiled again for the first time in awhile, "you know I love you, Em?"
That was the first time either of them had said the 'L' word since before Sean left for Wasaga. She seemed a little taken aback for a moment.
"And I always have."
She laced her fingers between his, "I love you, too, Sean."
Although it may have felt like his world was crumbling around him, at least he had her.
