• ~Noah~

    Oh, she was pissed. At what, I don’t know but she was pissed. Funny though, I never seen her angry or mad before, so for me to know now that she was angry was weird. Just something in me knew that she was. Or maybe, possibly it was her tone of voice or her words that were the give away.
    Shaun laughed, “I like you, not many people can get away with saying things like that to these two.”
    “Trust me Shaun, she gets away with a lot more than she’s supposed to,” I griped at the two of them.
    “Well, look who plays favourites then,” she mocked, arms crossed in defence.
    “I don’t play favourites,” I said through gritted teeth, knowing full well that I did.
    “Oh yeah, suree…” she murmured, rolling her eyes at me.
    “The perfect little princess you are can’t stand to be wrong.” I growled, getting angry that she was suggesting it.
    Her lip curled, “I’m not a princess and far from perfect.”
    “Oh really? What bullshit are you-,” I almost said.
    “Okay! Jesus,” Seth interrupted.
    We glared at each other from where we both stood, Seth being the only one that could every break up childish fights. Since that’s what we were having.
    “Look, just calm down. Its been a long day and everyone just needs to take a breather,” Shaun brought in his calm and cool self.
    “Just have to get everyone looked at in the infirmary,” Seth said, looking over his shoulder.
    My gaze turned to what ever was happening over his shoulder, the people last of the people that were here were getting into black four-wheel drives. One was still left, empty I presume, and that was for the five of us.

    Somehow I thought that that four-wheel drive wouldn’t be strong enough to get Tory anywhere with us. Like trying to get a lioness into its cage with nothing but a raw meat suit.
    “I’m not getting in that car,” she hissed right on que. I was right.
    I turned my eyes back on to her, her eyes held locked emotions of hurt, desperation and fear. They were the only emotions that I had been seeing from her since she had turned up again. But fear was the only one that I couldn’t understand properly.
    “Tory, we have to get you checked out like everybody else,” Seth almost ordered but there was worry in his voice.
    “I’m fine; I had my shield for cover. I don’t nee-,” she went into a coughing fit. Bending over with her hands on her knees while Charlotte patter her back.
    I almost couldn’t hold back my smile; she couldn’t say she didn’t need it now. Not after that. I almost felt proud for doing nothing but because she had to come with us now. Seth wouldn’t let her go.
    “Don’t need help, hey,” Seth said with a mocking, disbelieving voice.
    “…Fine…” was all I could make out in her string of words and hard breathing.
    “Your coming whether you like it or not,” Seth ordered this time.
    Her eyes lifted to him, yet her head stayed where it was. Determination and the slightest big of anger was in them.
    Seth saw it as well, “even if I have to put you over my shoulder.”
    That was a threat if I ever heard one; Tory didn’t like it at all. You could see her jaw set and eyes flame with fiery anger that just added to her previous anger. She really didn’t like the idea.
    “I’ll go,” she spat, “with you.”
    Disappointment ran through me, I really wanted to see Seth try to get her in the car. That and seeing her over his shoulder would be an once in a life time opportunity, I wouldn’t mind helping either.
    “Damn, I really wanted to see someone manhandle you,” I joked with a cocky grin.
    She glared at me as she straightened, not happy at my comment…actually, not happy with me at all but that feeling with mutual. Yet I just had to tease her. Charlotte on the other hand was jumping for joy that Tory was coming with us.
    “Oh Tory, you can share my room! We’ll have lots of girl time, it’ll be so much fun!” Charlotte exclaimed happily.
    That finally got the glare that was glued on Tory’s face off, her face lit up with the Tory I knew seven years ago. The Tory I missed. Yet that was short lived with her next comment.
    “Of course Charlotte,” she said gently, patting Charlotte’s arm in comfort.
    The voice of hers was almost like Tory was saying sorry and goodbye. If it was sorry she was trying to say, then it meant she wouldn’t be saying long. That she would most likely disappear soon after getting looked at.
    ”Come on, come on!” Charlotte eagerly said, pulling on Tory’s hand.
    “Alright, alright. Hold your horses girl,” Tory laughed, letting Charlotte pull her towards the car.
    They went off with Seth trailing after them, and piled into the back while Seth got into the drivers side. He said something that I couldn’t hear, but I saw Tory and Charlotte smile at the comment.
    Shaun stood next to me and watched them all, just like I was. I knew he had stayed back because he wanted to talk and ask me something, he was just giving off this vibe. So I waited.
    “Tory seems…nice, not your type but nice,” he started off slow.
    I said nothing, just waited for him to get to his point.
    “You still love her?” he finally asked.
    That question shocked me; I let my mouth drop as my head snapped towards him in surprise. He was looking at me, totally serious. I’d never seen him this serious.
    “Do you?” he pushed when I didn’t say anything.
    “Whaa…No, of course not, I’m with Maddie now,” I stumbled out, walking away from him as fast as I could.
    ~Shaun~

    He still loved her, or liked her that way at least. If he ever did love her, it showed in the way he treated her every now and then.
    I watched him, as I always watched everyone else, as he got in the passenger side, saying some smart assed comment because I heard a girly giggle from the car.
    I could understand why he still did, she was a beautiful and charming women even if she was cold hearted. But what I didn’t get was why he didn’t, wouldn’t, get back with her despite Madison. Some underlying history was there that I couldn’t see from Tory or Noah. Someone else had to of known.
    “Shaun, you coming or what?” Noah yelled from the car, sick of waiting.
    “I’m coming,” and thinking.
    I jogged to the car, smiling slightly as my thoughts turned to how I would find out what happened seven years ago. And what happened to my best man to make him like this, what turned a beautiful woman into a cold hearted one.