Behind The Hoodie

Chapter 14: Savage, Beth!

"What's with the smirks?" I ask looking curiously at them.

"Nothing."

"I may be a bad liar but you guys are even worse."

"It's nothing."

I am too tired to try and pry and walk off. I go check the generator and turn it off for awhile. I walk back in and as I do the t.v flashes on. Guess we got power back.

The rest of the day carries on and by the time we finish the third season of the game Walking Dead it's almost dark and the guys are upset they have to wait for the next one. I was upset when I had to wait for all of them though, so don't even start. I look out the window and see the sun starting to go down. I stand up and as the guys talk they look over to me. 

I look out the window and see all the ice melted leaving puddles everywhere and the drains are slowly starting to take it all. 

"You guys are able to leave, ice and snow are gone." 

Wait a minute. Dad, boys at the house, ice is gone. Oh, shoot.

"You sure?"

"My dad could be home any minute and consider I have five guys at my house this could go south quick."

"Noted."

They soon get up and slide on their shoes. 

"You sure you want me to go?" Gray says with sad eyes.

"I want you out the most," I say crossing my arms with a smile.

He copies my signature move and rolls his eyes. We all say goodbye and they leave. Once I close the door behind them I rush around picking up cups of water, chips, and blankets. I soon pick up the risk game that Trever obviously won and put it back in the box and in the cabinet. Once I finish I clean up my cast and are still careful of my leg and protective of it. I grab my phone once I finish and text my dad.

Dad: Be home soon. (Two hours ago.)

Me: Where are you? Almost home yet?

Dad: can't text, driving.

I don't respond and let him drive. I wish I had known he was driving before I texted him. I jump on the couch and watch t.v shows from my childhood like ICarly, Victorious, Hannah Montana, you know, the good stuff. I can't pay attention to it though. No matter how much I want to. 

All I can do is think back to this morning and the length Gray went just to get what he wants. It almost makes me question who I choose to hang out with. Or who I was almost pressured into hanging out with, in the first place. But also, who Tori has to deal with. If he is willing to fall asleep next to me in my bed to get me to punch him, what length will he go to see my face as Tori? 

I let my head fall back to the side of the couch as I lay down. I run my hands through my hair and sigh. Trying to think. My brain hurts already.

As Tori, I can better stand up for myself and be comfortable doing it. I rub my eyes with one hand and think. What about them all having a crush on Tori? Me. Her. I'm having an identity crisis, I swear. 

And I know what they think about me. They said it to Tori's face and didn't know it. Shivers run up my spine and I grimace at the thought of them saying they would bang her. Save my soul.

I want to carry my mind to something else but I can't. What am I supposed to do? That shoulder angel would sure be nice right about now.

On one hand, I continue to hang out with them, bullying stops, the chance of them finding out is fifty-fifty. I become more confident and will actually have friends that I can rely on.