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Dine and Dash
*~*~* Chapter Ten : Devil’s Sinister Kid *~*~*
"How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me." (Charles Dickens)
I mechanically go through the motions of smearing peanut butter and jelly on eight slices of white bread. Good ol' PB&J, one thing in the world I can’t mess up. Cutting through it diagonally, I wrap up two slices and drop them in a brown bag for myself and scoop up the remainder and put them into a large lunchbox for Seth knowing that, with the way that boy runs around school and ducks and dives between classes, it'd be a miracle if the sandwiches survive if I wrapped them up for him.
I put a soda and two oranges on top of Seth's lunchbox as well, and then popped everything into a brown paper bag. It's kind of amusing, because I've effectively just wrapped a teenager a six-year-old's lunch, but Seth will love it. Growing boy, he loves food, end of story. I don't bother dropping in a knife; Seth's always got a blade on him.
A loud horn blares outside, startling me up from the table. The chair I had been perched on screeches deafeningly against the floor as it flies back.
"God Seth, be more of a barbarian please." I say to the kitchen. And of course, Seth never disappoints, he ups his game in the driveway and he blares the horn to the beat of Kumbaya when I still don't emerge. It inadvertently reminds me of Dagger Runners and our conversation. Grabbing the lunches and my bag, I make sure the new bandage on my thigh isn't visible from my shorts and run to the door scowling at him. His blue and grey '70 Plymouth Roadrunner is humming fierce and beautiful and the second I get in, he turns us around and floors it towards school.
I don't know much about cars. I've said it before. But this car?
I know this car like the back of my hand.
I can give you every detail you could ever want to know about this car because Seth's in love with it! He won it in a race down at South Bend last year and he wouldn't shut up about it for weeks on end, after we did it up at the Den and pulled it out. I could still remember Paul's face when Seth asked him if he could race his car for this guy from South's slip. I was certain Paul had wanted to drive him down to the closest hospital and have him checked out for brain damage. It was hilarious. I nearly died laughing that day but eventually Seth managed to race, Jakes' Hemi 'Cuda, because Jake apparently has more faith in Seth's driving skills than Paul does and he won. He won! We went insane! Well the others were hooting, pumping fists and Wolf calling but I went insane, I was so proud. Like a momma bear, but only you know er… a year younger than my cub?... Onwards. I was so happy, but then Seth went crazy. I swear if it were legal, he'd marry the gorgeous heap of metal we're seated in.
I turn toward him and grimace. "You look like shit. God, Seth, what'd you do?"
His face is bruised, a dark patch around his eye, torn up lip, bruised, purple knuckles and numerous cuts along his arms, neck and pretty much anywhere else I can see skin. The one on his forearm is deep and pulled apart; my hand instinctively flies out to it. It needs stitches badly, but it's pointless telling him that, he's just like them, he'd never go to a doctor.
He grins wide and boyish. He's innocent, but mischievous simultaneously.
"What did I do? I didn't beat myself up, Bell." He snorts. I almost feel bad and start to apologize, but of course, Seth must open his mouth again. " I beat up the other guy. Trust me, he was far worse!" His impish eyes tell me he's not lying.
I opt not to say anything regarding that matter and instead jump to what I really want to know. "Everyone get out okay?" I ask anxiously.
I've been in this position before but never nearly this anxious about the answer. Prior to this, I didn't realize just how much reason I actually had to worry. Now that I did, I was holding my breath and staring hard at him, awaiting an answer as he drove down the road, unaware of the changes occurring inside me.
"Sure we did, Bells." He snickers.
I breathe out a huge silent sigh of relief, my heartbeat returning to normal.
"Anyway, forget that," his eyes dart to my face quickly, "You good, kid?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." My answer is completely based on skimming the surface, I know it, but he doesn't and for that, I'm grateful, guilty, but grateful. I change the topic. "Seth, you've gotta get that stitched up."
"Good." He's looking at the road again and I'm pretty sure he's going to ignore the rest of my words, but he doesn't. "Leah'll sort it out. Sam's got some shit to handle today, Jake's on with him. Want a ride to that shithole in Fangland?" he asks with slight venom and it makes me grimace and tense up.
Who'd have guessed I'd take offense to a prod at the Fangs one day? He clearly didn't, because he shifts gear, still looking at the road and waits for my answer.
"Seth, will you behave?" I question, despite knowing the answer.
He snorts through his nose. "I won't start up shit."
"That's not what I asked." I fold my arms and rub my palms against them to stop the goosebumps.
Seth and Jake were the two I'd been most worried about since I'd first gotten caught and found out I had to work at Nell' Ombra. Sam I knew would be furious, understandable, he's head Wolf and we've always been close, so his kid sister rolling around in enemy territory wasn't going to be easy for him. Paul had definitely taken me by surprise when he remained level headed, considering he's usually our resident loose cannon. Jared? I really had no idea what was up with him, something about him, his behavior towards me, had changed. Embry, Quil, Brady and Collin, I hardly ran into when school's in session so I knew they'd be calm about the whole thing before I got to see them again.
But Seth and Jake?
It was them I had been worried about. I was closest to them from the gang, and that's saying something considering how tight-knit the entire gang is. They had reacted exactly how I expected them to when they found out I was going to be working in Shadow Fang territory. They went ballistic! Overprotective brother-bear all over the place, they went ahead and tried to attack any Shadow Fang they thought was responsible. Seth had even beaten the shit out of poor naïve Mike quite literally when he found out! I knew each trait of my boys by heart. And the two I'm closest to never seem to disappoint. It's also not lost on me which two tag-teamed Edward the night of the fight.
Seth pouted, annoyed. "Fine!" he gave in. "I'll drop you and I'm out. But if they start shi—"
"No."I decline fast. "You're just waiting for a reason. That's why Paul and Sam didn't want you and Jake around the first day."
"Paul and Sam don't know what the fuck they're doing," he says frustrated. Then he realizes that he slipped up and grins impishly when I gave him an 'I told you so' look. "Sorry. 'Kay? I'm not tryna make stuff difficult for you, Bells. I'll drop you and be out. No hassles, I promise." He says as we pull up to Forks High. "We good?"
"We're awesome." I fist bump him. "But I have a ride for today."
The face he pulls makes me laugh. He was really itching for a reason to get to Nell' Ombra. Seth is such a character. I have no idea how he manages to stay in the gang without driving the others insane.
I give him his lunch bag and make to exit the car when I hear, "What am I? Five?"
TWIT!
I snort, going round to his side and looking back into the car. "Hey, at least it won't kill you."
He laughs hard, thoroughly amused as I hug him goodbye through the window.
"Be safe lil'sis." He tosses me my cell after letting me bear hug him and then, as I step away from the car, he rev's the engine thunderously loud. He chuckles wickedly at the freakishly terrified stares he gets when people realize he's around and then he's flying down the road towards La Push in a gust of smoke.
I turn around and shake my head when people hurriedly make their way to class or look around frantically trying to appear busy. My gaze moves to the wall across the school that shields behind it, the tree with mine and Edward's names on it and fully grasp why they're so terrified. Under normal circumstances, I'm not a bitch. I'd feel bad and want to tell Seth "cool it" when I get home, because I secretly know that they're scared of Edward already. But after the treatment the nosey creeps gave me yesterday, I just push it from my mind and once again, hope the whole thing blows over before I blow up.
As I walk into the school, I see Tyler leaning against a wall with one foot propped up.
"You may wanna avoid doin' that front'f ya guy." He nods to where we were parked. "He'll fuck up the mutt so bad in front of you, he'll be eatin' through a straw."
"Seth can hold his own." I answer automatically.
"True," Tyler agrees, but he does it in a way that tells me there's more. "But you're something Cullen won't share."
"Seth's like a brother." I mumble as a storm brews at the pit of my stomach.
"Won't matter to your guy." He stubs out his cigarette and walks away, leaving me chewing on my lip worriedly, staring after his receding form.
~.~.~D&D chap10 cont~.~.~
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