Live in Color

eleven - burgundy

I'm in the car within seconds.

I'm seeing red from how angry I am. That jerk. I get that he might have been upset about the fight we got in, but to go this far? This shit was illegal! Rebels aren't invincible, and I'm about to make him well aware of that. I can't believe that I had agreed to try and be friends with him- Jericho is a lost cause; he's hopeless, pathetic and screwed for the rest of his life. I feel a slight pang of guilt for saying those type of things, even in my mind, but I push it way down. I'm not letting the stupid bond get in the way of how angry I am.

I do a pretty horrendous parking job when I pull up the school, but I barely find it in me to care. Getting out of the car and slamming the door loud enough to catch the attention of a couple of students hanging around in the parking lot, I force myself to take a deep breath and calm down. I can't be ripping out lockers when I get into the school. Trying to suppress the fury building up in me, I make my way into the school.

Luckily, I don't have to look far for Jericho- he's at his locker with Jamie and Mitchell when I get into the school. They turn to me when I approach, but my attention is only one person- my supposed soulmate.

"You think this is a joke?" I spit out at Jericho, my hands curling into fists to keep from reaching out and banging his head against the lockers. "That you can just go a pull this crap and laugh about it later with your ignorant, insolent friends?"

Jericho blinks, his calm face quickly clouded with a look of anger. "Excuse me?"

"You're pathetic," I laugh, shaking my head. "Everything about you is just pathetic. You're stupid and ignorant and you can't make your own decisions so you go with your little band of rebel buddies fucking up everything in your wake! Stop being a petty follower and maybe someone would actually show you a little love."

"Natalie!" Jamie gasps.

I shake my head at her, "No, you were wrong. This 'friend' thing can't work. I'd rather die of depression than spend the rest of my life with a deplorable outcast."

"Natalie, calm down," Mitchell practically orders me, his pale blue eyes boring into me with concern and... disappointment? I groan mentally- I didn't want to disappointment anyone. I know I lost it, but I had a damn right to! "What happened?"

"This nitwit," I gesture at Jericho, who has an expressionless look on his face, with a nod of my head, "Broke into my house and trashed it. I know it was him because the stupid Italian saying was spray painted on my living room wall."

Jamie gasps, putting a hand over her mouth. She takes a step back from Jericho, clutching tightly to Mitchell's hand. "Jericho...?"

Much to my dismay, I can't read the look on Jericho's face. I can't tell if he's lying when he looks straight at me and says, "I didn't break into your goddamn house, Natalie. I don't know where you live, for fuck's sakes. Calm the hell down." His gaze doesn't break mine, but by the end of his sentence I'm able to see just a pinch of worry in his amber eyes.

"Who else would write that on her wall?" Jamie points out, looking painfully doubtful.

Jericho rubs his upper arm, "Any other rebel? I didn't do it. Why would I do that?" When no one answers, Jericho simply exhales, breaking my gaze to look down at his Converse.

"Because of our fight yesterday," I say, but it comes out more of a mutter, my conviction slowly starting to break.

"I never broke into your house every other time we fought. We've had worse. I didn't trash your home, Natalie."

I feel myself slowly begin to relax. And then shame floods me. The stuff I said to Jericho was... awful. I've never exploded on him like that before. I bite down on my lip to keep an apology from slipping out- I can't apologize until I know for sure it wasn't him. Softly, I ask, "Then who could it have been? Your friends?"