Chapter 2

Addison Reinhart was tall, thin, brunette with emerald eyes. There were other guys at the college who had taken a noteable interest in her, including Tracey Sketchit, but she was also known for her hang-ups with Brock Harrison.

Some people rumored it was because she wanted to marry a rich doctor. Some people said she liked him because he was so well known in Kanto for being one of the best Gym Leaders Pewter City Gym has had in generations. And some say she just likes him because he's hot, which there was really no denying that.

For whatever the reason, Addison was head over heels in love with Brock. Her cell phone rang just as she was touching up her make up.

"Hello?" She answered, feeling a bit agitated, she knew it wasn't Brock because he usually announced his presence with the beep of his horn.

"You're going out with Brock tonight, aren't you?" It was Renee Montgomery. The horniest one of them all. Addison felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that she had pissed off Renee. It was pretty much her life goal since the two women were constantly feuding the hardest over Brock's affection.

"Yes. We are going to dinner and then back to his place," she smiled at herself in the mirror. "To have sex."

Renee huffed, irritably. "He'll just be thinking of me the whole time."

"Hmm, well I wouldn't be too sure about that, Renee," Addison said, slyly. "Have you seen that stuck up little redhead he was running around with today?"

"Ugh! That ugly duckling?" Renee laughed. "I saw her in the library. He probably just feels sorry for her."

"Well," Addison said, straightening out her dress. "It doesn't matter. After I get through with him tonight, he won't remember anyone's name but mine!"

The blond girl on the other end scoffed. "Whatever. He'll be banging me by tomorrow night. You watch!"

"Yea, OK," Addison hung up the phone and just then, heard Brock beep his horn. She rushed out of the house and towards his car. He had the top down and loud hip hop music playing with the shades pulled over his eyes.

"Hey Pretty Lady,"Brock smiled at her as she got into his car. "Where to?"

"Let's go to that nice Italian Place by Mount Moon. It's so romantic there," she batted her eyelashes at him and he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Off we go," he said, roaring his car down the road towards Mount Moon.

The restaurant was situated just at the base of mount moon. Shops and nightlife surrounded the place, and it was often a downtown hang out spot for the citizens of Pewter,Cerulean and Veridian City.

They sat at a small table for two, lit by candlelight and Brock regrettably bought a bottle of wine. He had to stop buying things for girls he didn't even really like just because he was hoping to get laid later.

"So, how was your day Brock?" Addison asked, and Brock knew she was really asking about Misty. She wanted to know who she was and what he did with her.

"It was alright," Brock said, taking a sip of wine. He didn't even like wine, but he thought he might as well since he was here.

"So, who was she?" Addison grilled him, and Brock's cool demeanor angered her even more. He didn't even flinch at the question.

"Addison, she's an old friend from back when I was just a kid. She traveled around with me and Ash, remember me telling you about that?" Brock asked, just as their dinner plates arrived. He ordered Fetticini Alfredo and Addison ordered a caeser salad.

"Besides," Brock said, tasting his food and taking a gulp of red whine. "She's living with some guy anyway. She just needed a ride home and I wasn't going to let a woman ride the bus home alone, at night. I'd never be able to live with myself if something happened to her. You know how weirdos can be out there."

"You truly don't like her?"

Oh, he liked her alright. He liked the way she looked. He liked the way he could talk to her. He liked the way time seemed to get away from him when he was with her. In fact, if it hadn't been for this Rudy guy, he would have probably taken Misty out tonight instead of Addison.

But, he was horny. So he swallowed his food and shook his head.

"Of course not. She's like a little sister to me, that's it," he promised, and Addison seemed to be satisfied with that answer.

...

Two hours later, Addison found herself naked in Brock's bedroom gathering up her clothes.

"I have school in the morning," Brock urged her to leave, and she looked back at him as she snapped her bra on.

"Can't I just stay the night, Brock? We've never spent the night together," she reminded him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"My Mom doesn't really like it when I have girls sleep over. For some reason, she thinks I'm going to automatically get a girl pregnant if she spends the night," he rolled his eyes. "I guess she forgot how she had 10 kids."

"You're not going to invite Renee over after I leave, are you?" She asked, saying the girl's name with a lot of hate behind it.

"No, I'm not going to invite Renee, or any other girl over. I'm probably going to play some Xbox and go to bed," he kissed her softly on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"Alright," she said, pulling her skirt. "Bye Brock."

"Bye Beautiful," he said, waving and he closed the gym doors, leaving himself alone in the big empty gym. He preferred it that way, sometimes. Growing up in a house where you have no privacy can make you really appreciate solidarity.

He settled on his bed, and turned on his Xbox. His large flatscreen television lit up the dark room and he waited for his game to load. A knock on the gym door came as an annoying sound just about this time, and he made his way over to the wall, pressing the button, preparing to see Addison standing there asking to go for a second round.

She had done it before.

But instead, he saw Tracey Sketchit. A bit surprised he offered him a friendly smiley and leaned on the railings.

"Hey, Tracey..." he said, not sure why the guy would show up at his house at almost 10:30 at night.

"Hey, Brock!" Tracey said, waving. "I'm sorry to show up so late, dude, but my apartment just got flooded. The couple upstairs above me busted their water pipes and we were kicked out while they repair it. I was wondering...could I stay here?"

Brock sighed. Gee, poor guy. If Tracey wasn't such a dork, he probably wouldn't let him, but Brock was a nice guy, sometimes, and he had a spare room in the gym.

"Just until my apartment is cleaned up and fixed. Only a couple of weeks. You are really the only friend I have around here," Tracey said, practically begging him.

"Alright," Brock said, gesturing towards an empty room in the upstairs loft. "You can take the spare room. Forest just got a new bed, so he put his old one in here for storage, but it's still pretty comfy. Not sure if this old TV still works, it's from way back when I was traveling around with Ash."

"Oh, thanks, Brock! You are awesome. I swear, I will pay you back," Tracey put his luggage in the other room and he noticed the light coming from Brock's room along with the Call Of Duty music.

"Is that an Xbox One?" Tracey asked, and Brock nodded.

"Oh, we should play a couple games before bed!" Tracey said, excitedly. "I-if you dont' mind."

Brock grinned. "I don't mind." He was in a good mood, he just had decent sex with a pretty girl, but he still felt the excitement in his heart when he thought about seeing Misty the next day at school.

He had to stop feeling that way though, she was happily taken, and he had his chance way back when to be with her, but he waited too long and now he just had to accept it.

...

The next afternoon, he spotted Misty outside at one of the lunch tables, her textbook open in front of her. The late summer breeze blew through her long red hair, and she tucked it behind her ear. She had a pair of solid, black rimmed glasses on, which made her look like some kind of sexy librarian. Brock swallowed, realizing his throat had become very dry. She looked so damn beautiful right now.

He approached her and she looked up at him, smiling and removing her glasses.

"Oh, hey Brock," she said, as he sat down across from her.

"Hey," he smiled, opening up his McDonald's bag. He was starving! "What are you reading?"

"Oh, something for class...it's kind of boring," she smiled and pushed the book to the side. "So, how did your date with Addison go?"

"Meh," he shrugged his shoulders. "Tracey is staying with me. His apartment flooded so I said he could stay with me in the Gym."

Misty made a thoughtful noise. "You know, you two never really had the chance to become friends. Maybe this will give you the opportunity to become friends."

"Yea, maybe," Brock took a sip of his soda. "He still irritates me, though."

"Well," Misty grinned and reached out her hand to touch his. "He was never you."

He watched as her fingers played across the open palm of his hand. He shuddered at her touch, then his eyes met hers. He had never seen Misty look at him that way before, and he was old enough now to know what that look meant.

She wanted him, and not just in a friendly way.

He closed his hand around hers.

"I've missed you so much since you left Ash and I all those years ago," the words came out like a flood, and Brock hadn't even realized he was saying them until it was all out. Misty looked back at him, that same sultry look in her eyes.

She was about to say something, but a loud female's voice interrupted their conversation. It was Renee Montgomery, wearing her usual attire exposing her breasts as much as she could without being nude.

"Brock, I thought you were supposed to have lunch with me today!" She said, her arms folded over her large breasts. She glared at Misty.

Oh shit. He had completely forgotten about that.

"Oh, Renee, I'm sorry. I completely forgot," Brock let go of Misty's hand, and she pulled it back to her, still feeling the warmth of his skin.

"You were too busy with her..." Renee said, focusing her attention back on Misty. "Honey, please, save yourself the embarassment. Brock will never want you, when he's got me!"

"Renee, leave her alone. That's enough!" He spoke sternly and Renee giggled.

"Defending her, already? You must really want to get into some new panties, Brock!" She tossed her curly locked behind her shoulders. "You'll come back to me soon enough. Have fun with the ginger, Harrison!"

Brock sat back down at the table and sighed. "She pisses me off sometimes. I don't even know why-" He stopped when he saw Misty's expression.

"Oh, Misty, you don't think I'm only talking to you again because...I want to have sex with you do you?" He asked, and her face faltered a bit.

"Look, Misty, I know you're taken and I respect that," he told her. "No matter how beautiful, or sexy I think you are, I know my boundaries and I'm not going to disrepect that."

Her expression changed a bit. "Y-You think I'm beautiful?"

"Misty, I always did," Brock confessed. "You were still so young though, and then you left us just when you were starting to become a woman. I was only after one thing back then, and you were too young for all of that."

"I wish I had known that sooner," she grinned a bit, and their eyes locked again.

"Hey, look, don't listen to Renee, OK? She's mean to everyone. Even me sometimes," he chuckled and stood up, chucking the trash from his lunch into the garbage before collecting his backpack.

"I'm not worried about that bitch," Misty said, realizing that the name she called her was more out of jealousy than she would have wanted to admit.

"And you shouldn't be," Brock grinned down at her and wrapped his arm around her waist. She blushed and looked up at him.

"I...I better get to class," she said, pulling out of his embrace gently.

"Right. Yea, me too," he said, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Let me know if you need a ride home, OK?"

"I will..." Misty said, and turned to head in the opposite direction.

...

Renee slapped two large text books down on the table where the other 5 girls were sitting, having their lunch.

Karen Jergens and Adrian Bennett, Brock's two most casual girlfriends looked at her.

"Whoa, girl, chill out!" Adrian said, picking at her salad. "Like, what the hell is your problem?"

"That redheaded little slut, that's my problem." Renee replied, furiously. "Brock totally didn't pick me up for lunch today because he was hanging out with her."

Addison laughed as she pulled a couple grapes off the vine. "I slept with him last night."

"Bitch..." Adrian sneered at her. Addison just grinned.

Renee rolled her eyes. "You better keep your hands off of him, all of you! He's mine!"

Karen shrugged. "Maybe Brock wants 6 girlfriends. C'mon girls, we all know he's nothing but a player. The fact that he's hitting on this new chick shouldn't surprise you."

Brock's fifth girlfriend looked up from her text book. Vanessa Meyers was a pretty, but quiet girl, who was probably the only one out of the group that actually liked Brock for something other than his wallet or his bedroom talents.

"Karen is right," she said.

Renee placed her hands on her hips. "Well, I'm not going to let this little tramp tread on my territory."

"I already did," Addison chimed in, receiving dirty glares from all the other girls.

"Shut the hell up, Addison!" Renee yelled aggressively.

"Here she comes," Addison pointed out, through a mouth full of grapes.

Misty walked through the double doors and her eyes immediately fell on the group of girls hanging out at the study tables in the hallway. The rest of the tables were empty, the 5 of them only took up one, and she pretended not to notice they were there.

She did not want to acknowledge any of Brock's girlfriends. They all seemed like bitches, especially Renee and Addison, who seemed to be the most obsessed with Brock and were constantly fighting over who he loved more.

"You!" Renee called out, and Misty froze our of surprise.

"Yes?" She said, turning around to face Renee.

"You better keep your hands off, Brock, you little boyfriend stealing tramp," The blond called out.

"Look, you little cum dumpster, you don't have anything to worry about. I have no interest in Brock," Misty said. "I'm already happily taken by someone anyway."

"Didn't stop Addison!" Renee called out, glaring back at the Brunette. "She totally left her boyfriend, Preston, who was totally hot, for Brock last year. Then again, Addison is a slut."

"Takes one to know one..." Addison spat back at her and Renee scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Brock and I are just friends!" Misty's short-temper was about to run out.

"We know you have a crush on him!" Addison said, standing up to join Renee. Misty knew her face was almost as red as her hair.

"Brock is like my older brother...we practucally grew up together," Misty said. "We could never think of eachother in any other way than that."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Renee said. "I see the way Brock looks at you. Of course I can't see why...You're not really the type of girl he goes for. You're kind of ugly."

Misty clenched her fists.

"If I'm so ugly than why did your supposed boyfriend forget about your lunch date to sit with me?" She asked, and Renee rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please..." she threw her blond hair over her shoulder, not wanting to admit that Brock forgetting about their lunch date was bothering her more than she let on. "Just...stay away from him, Red."

Misty angrily walked away from the group of girls and out through the double doors connecting to the next building. She made her way outside and collapsed by the side of the building, tears flooding her eyes as she finally let her sobs take her over.

She heard footsteps approaching her, but she knew it wasn't Brock. He would have said something to her by now. She lifted her face up, drying her eyes, and she met Tracey's gaze. He seemed a little stunned at first, like he didn't know quite what to say.

"Tracey..." Misty wiped her face dry, a bit embarassed and forced a smile.

"Hey Misty, why are you crying?" He asked, settling down by the wall next to her.

"Oh, nothing, it's just stupid..." she sniffled and Tracey offered her a tissue. She took it grateful and wiped her nose and eyes, and regained her composure.

"C'mon, you can tell me," Tracey said, giving her a smile. "I won't judge you."

"It's just..." she paused for a moment and looked out towards the parking lot of cars coming and going as classes began and let out throughout the day. She longed to go home, back with Rudy where it was safe and comfortable...and she didn't have to be around those hateful girls.

"Those girls that Brock hangs around with are really mean," she said. "They act like they own him or something."

Tracey sighed. "Yea. I offered them a date with me, but they all declined. I guess I'm just not Brock, huh?"

Misty looked over at him. "You're Tracey. You can't be Brock, and he can't be you."

"Well, yea, but c'mon Misty, remember when we were in the Orange Islands together?" He asked, looking up at the clouds. "You and Ash missed Brock, and I knew it. I knew I'd never really fully integrated into your group."

"Tracey, you were our friend just as much as Brock was. You still are," She smiled and grabbed his hand.

He blushed and looked down at her hand over his. He felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Yea, but you liked him then, didn't you?" He asked, and Misty was taken back a little bit.

"I...kind of always thought Brock was attractive. I mean, even when we were in Kanto, I thought he was cute," she shrugged her shoulders. "But it doesn't matter now, anyway. I'm with Rudy. Remember him?"

"Rudy? The Trovita Island gym leader?" Tracey asked in surprise. "Wow. Yea, I remember that guy. He had it bad for you. You're...dating him?" His voice portrayed his disappointment.

"Yea, we've been together for a few months," she replied, hugging her knees to her chest. She had cried so hard she made herself tired. And for what? Because Brock's snobby girlfriend called her ugly? And because she felt like she couldn't compete with them in Brock's eyes? And why would it matter? She was taken, wasn't she? So why did she care?

Because she still had a crush on him. No, she had a crush on him when she was a teenager. She lusted for him now, and she couldn't act on it because she was already committed. That didn't mean everything in her body wasn't begging for his touch.

Tracey sighed. "Well, damn, there goes my next question. I was going to ask you out on a date." He chuckled a little and Misty looked surprised.

"You...were?" She asked.

"Oh yea," Tracey nodded his head. "I know you went and got coffee with Brock yesterday, but like I said earlier, you and Brock can do that without it getting weird since you two are such good friends. You and I were only somewhat friends, so if I asked you out for coffee, it would be like a date."

"Thanks, Tracey...for talking to me," Misty stood up and the two of them walked towards the next hall where her next class was. Tracey was on the other side of campus, but he didn't care. He missed her, and wanted to spend a bit more time talking with her and making sure she was alright.

"So, I heard you are staying with Brock?" She asked, hoping the red and puffiness from her eyes would be gone by the time she reached her class.

"Oh, yea," Tracey replied, blushing. "My apartment got flooded and it's going to be a couple weeks, so Brock was cool enough to let me stay with him in the Pewter Gym. That place is actually pretty nice."

"Well, maybe you and Brock can finally become friends after all these years," Misty said, reaching up and kissing his cheek. "I have to get to class, but thanks for walking with me."

Tracey felt a bit dizzy. He was not expecting that. "S-sure. No problem."