31 ~ Thomas
This morning, I woke with a air of contentment. The ceiling welcomed me with it blank, yet calm canvas when my eyes first opened and the sweet chorus produced from the songbirds getter me softly.
The sun was forcing its way through the small gaps in my blinds, leaving a pattern of even lines across my arms. Warm gold streaks lined meticulously over my bare skin with such perfection, it was mesmerizing. I move my hands, twisting it from palm to back, watching the light glide gracefully as I move, never breaking the organization.
Why can life be as plainly formatted like this? Wouldn't it be so much easier if everyone knew what we right and what was wrong? Simplicity facilitates.
The house was quite. Peaceful, even. It's strange, I can't recall the last time I just... relaxed. My eyes shut in pure bliss, my mind folding my stress and placing it in a drawer locked far away.
My thoughts drift lazily, from school work to Seth, and the thought of him made me thing of Peter.
The smooth brown with gold undertones and flecks of green that were painted so flawlessly on his eyes flashed behind my closed lids.
His milk-chocolate hair that was held by small ounces of gel, his high cheek bones, his face, it was all there.
I remember yesterday, after my ordeal with Seth, he was there. Which, I don't know if I should be creeped out that he keeps popping up out of nowhere, or if I should be grateful of his presence.
*
I watch dumbfounded as Mr. Wilson leads Seth down the hall and out of view. I barely notice Valerie and Calum stumble from the closet. Or the tight embraces that followed. I can't remember why, but we were laughing for some reason, before the mood took a sharp turn.
My mind was still whirling, I physically felt dizzy, I couldn't quite comprehend what Calum was rambling about, but I knew he was absolutely raging at Seth for the phrase "...deserves to be punished..." filtered its way past the fog in my head.
"It's not like that, there's something missing here. He-he apologized just a moment ago, and it sounded pretty real..." I trail off, unable to form adequate words in my confused state .
Calum huffed, taking a small step back. "He was probably just saying that for Mr. Wilson," Valerie said softly, though she sent daggers where Seth had walked the hall.
"You see that would be true, Mr. Wilson did ask, but this was after that. He said it so softly, Mr.Wilson didn't hear...and I don't think I was supposed to either," My eyebrows furrow, Seth never seemed sorry before, why now?
"Oh, you weren't supposed to hear it," A all to familiar voice - one that I was not expecting, responded. My eyes spring to the owner of the voice, connecting with hazel eyes that have the same tones as pure gold.
I widen my eyes at him, "How long have you been here?"
He shrugs, the white strings of the same hoodie, that he wore too often, bounced with kinetic energy. "Long enough,"
Peter glances to Calum, and if I had been any further down the hall, I wouldn't have noticed the micro expression that crossed his face for a tenth of a second. His lips twitched in a unpleasant surprise and his hands tugged at his sleeves in what I could only describe as...embarrassment. But then it was gone, and his arms were crossed casually, his face nonchalant.
I followed Peters eyes to see Calum staring at him with a weary look that definitely had some hidden judgment held in it.
But when my eyes glanced over to Valerie, I took a sharp, surprised inhale. I wasn't expecting to meet her eyes.
She was already looking at me, but with one of the slyest of smirks I've ever seen. I gave her a weird look and shifted on my feet awkwardly as she glanced between Peter and I.
"Come on, Calum." She linked her arm around his, tugging him slightly causing him to stumble to the side.
He looked down at her with utter confusion, his eyes wide and brows raised." What? Where?" His eyes glanced to Peter before looking back to her.
"You know, that thing we needed to go do...now," She cocked her head to the side, ending the sentence sternly.
"Okay..." Calum gave up, following Valerie down the hall, who sent me a small, almost unnoticeable wink before turning out of sight.
Peter takes a few steps, placing himself to my right after the pair leave. "Well, that was strange," He chuckled slightly, sending once last strained glance in Calums direction.
"Yeah. That was," I agreed absentmindedly. I was more focused on what he said moments ago. "What did you mean when you said that I wasn't meant to hear Seth's apology?" I ask rather bluntly, causing Peter to puff out his cheeks while releasing a long breath.
"Let's just say Seth's dad expects a lot out of him. "
I glance over to him with a look signaling him to elaborate. He sighs.
"His dad is a well-respected Captain in the Navy. Ever wonder why Seth's hair is never a fraction of an inch past the top of his ears? Her wondered why he was so muscular? Seth hates it all, but his father is deathly strict. You'd need some serious luck if you ever crossed him," Peter says, letting out a small whistle at the end.
I hum in thought. "But that still doesn't make much since as to why he's so violent at school. Just because your dad is rough doesn't mean you have to beat people up," My words come out a bit harsh, causing Peter to send me a small questioning glance.
"Yeah, I know, but Mr.Daniels has a tight leash - and my not trying to justify Seths actions - but you have to be perfect in that house, not even wrinkled shirts, nothing can stray from the captains high standards." Peter pauses, biting his lip. "I think Seth doesn't know how to react to his imperfections anymore. I think the only way he knows how to release all his pent up emotion is to...inflict them on others," He says carefully, like saying what Seth does out loud would make me crumble.
"Well then, it looks like we need to teach him how to react," I say, my voice floating weightlessly.
Peter turns and stares at me again, like he did in the library that night. He looked at me like he thought I was crazy, yet there was something else there, something close to admiration, but not quite.
"What?" I ask, my turning slightly as we walk down the hall to hid the slight heat to my cheeks.
He just smiles at me and shakes his head. "I'll tell you what I see in you, one day." He laughs to himself, and I give him a curious look. What does that mean?
*
My eyes open and I'm suddenly disappointed. I sigh, glancing to the bright lines casted across my body.
If only things were as black and white and plain as these lines. If only things were so plain, if only life was laid out for us, so we knew what was coming next.
But then, there would be no red. Red for his hoodie or for the tenge that settles on my cheeks when his eyes sweep over me. Or gold and green that swim in the earthly colors of his eyes. They wouldn't exist.
And what about the thrilling mystery that comes with the unknown? The riddles and surprises that make life exciting? That make him so intriguing?
Simplicity facilitates, but everything else makes you come alive.
That morning, something changed in me. A new understand settled over me like a soft blanket.
And for once I was left wishing for the chaos to return, because without it, there was nothing.
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A/N
So this books popularity has decreased greatly, but I will still update for the ones who still read, if you'd like.
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