“He told me I’d find you here.” Seth said slowly, sticking his hands deep into his jeans pockets. “He told me you’d be sitting right there, how you are, and that it’d be … somewhat … easy to get you up.”
“Na uh.” I argued like a child. “It won’t.” But I knew it would.
 I was “somewhat” attracted to Seth. And I think he knows it.
 He’s stronger than me.
 He, not meaning Seth, thinks all girls like to be quote man-handled.
Well, I don’t.
“Come on, Carlie. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. He only wants to talk.” Seth told me.
“You’re lying.” I whispered, crossing my arms over my chest. “He told you to lie to me.”
Seth shrugged. “Alright. Maybe he did. Just come on though.”
“No. I’m not coming with you.”
“You want me to pick you up?”
“No.” Though I might have liked his hands around me.
“I won’t. If you come on.”
I pulled my face into my hands, knowing I shouldn’t take my eyes off him. “I … can’t.”
Seth shrunk down to where I was sitting and grabbed my chin gently. He stared into my blue eyes for a moment, pondering something.
“What has he done to you?” Seth whispered in a very unlike him—or any guy, for the matter—tone.
I was in shock. “What? Huh? Nothing.”
“Nope.” Seth dropped my face. “He must have done something to ya.”
“No.” I looked down at his black converse as he stood up straight again.
“You’re lying to me.” he stated as he started to walk away. “He told you to lie to me.”
But who really knows for sure?