---Everything Explosive---
(Seamus's Point of View)
My knuckles turned white from the grip I had on the steering wheel. I was pissed beyond belief that Gemma could have possibly been harmed if I had not of seen her when I did. I saw the look in his eyes. He wasn't the kind to take no for an answer.
The very idea of that boy touching her had me seeing red. The uncomfortable look on her face as I pulled up had me ready to turn around and hit the guy with my car. Twice. Then drain him of life.
“Why were you walking? Don’t you know how dangerous that can be? There are much better, much safer, ways to get home.” I asked her and broke the heavy silence that permeated my car.
“I walk home every day; I live fairly close to the school. There’s no point in taking the bus or driving my nonexis
