Helpless

"Let's go to a game. It will be fun." I heard Ronther invite me while I laid on the bed.

I sprang up, somehow happy to know he is not mad at me. I have been thinking about this the whole time and I just can't get my head out of it. The fact that they were fighting got me helpless. They bought me, I should be happy they don't agree but I can't.

I can't believe I like all of them. As Amelie brought me back to the room, I could hardly calm down. I kept thinking of ways to get back there and find out what is happening. They are very popular people, why are they fighting like children. What if word spreads around?

"Why aren't you saying anything? You don't want to go? Fine then." He said, breaking into my thoughts.

Is he leaving? "No!" I yelled and I heard him stop.

"I don't understand. Does that mean you want to go or not?" He asked me again.

I nodded, "I'd like to go."

"Fine. Get ready, I'll come pick you up." He then left the room.

Wait, why di