Unbreakable - A Beautiful Lie · (Roswell Fanfiction) · √

SEVENTEEN

"You're back."

I turned towards the voice, frowning as I tried to place it, and found myself face to face with Sean.

"Oh, hey," I said, an unexpected chill running through my body.

Sean leaned against the lockers, his blue eyes searching my face and traveling down my body. I felt slightly violated and had to stop myself at the last second from snapping at him.

Whoa... Where did that aversion come from?

"I thought you were taking the week off," Sean continued.

Had I really gone on a date with him?

Why?

I desperately searched my emotional memory bank but came up with no explanation.

I had a very distinct memory of Sean kissing me - and me not slapping him. I took a step back, putting more space between us as I remembered his lips on mine.

Sean looked confused, and a bit upset, which made me frown. "I'm so sorry about your mom."

Maybe I should say something. Sean was looking increasingly uncomfortable with his involuntary monologue.

I just didn't have much to say to him. I chewed on my bottom lip in contemplation. How did I manage to go through a whole date with this guy if I couldn't come up with anything to say even in greeting?

He was looking at me very strangely. "Are you okay?"

What do you think, Sean? My mom was just burned to death.

I squashed the venomous and dark thought. Sean was only showing concern about my well-being. There was no need to get ugly about it.

Then why was I suddenly convinced Sean Carter was my enemy?

"I've been better," I said, annoyance seeping into my voice unintended.

"I'm sorry I haven't called," Sean said hesitantly, as if he was looking for an explanation as to why I was being so cold.

Well, if he found an explanation, I wanted to know it too.

I shrugged. "'S okay."

Before I had a chance to react, he had closed the space between us and circled his fingers around my upper arm. His face was close to my face - a little bit too close for comfort - and he whispered in demand, "Look at me."

I looked up at him and hissed, "What are you doing?"

"It's me," Sean whispered back harshly, his fingers tightening around my arm.

Yeah, so what?

"Let go of me," I said coldly.

He didn't. Instead he looked into my eyes so intently that I thought he was trying to count my eyelashes.

"Why is it not working?" he grumbled frustrated.

"I said, let go of me," I repeated slowly hoping that his staring into my eyes would help him spot that I was serious.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself and let go of my arm.

I looked at him, perplexed, as he took a step back and ran his fingers through his hair. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I'm only concerned for you," he fired back, his waxed hair now pointing in all directions.

"Well," I said in disbelief. "You have a very funny way of showing it."

"Liz?" Maria said behind me and I felt myself relax. Even though Sean and I were standing in the very busy corridor of a high school, Sean's presence had frightened me. Looking at him now, he seemed to be losing it.