CHAPTER SEVEN
Krysta's POV
"He spends too much time with you," Charlie informed me and I rolled my eyes.
"It was his choice, he could have cowered with the rest, but he decided to walk through fire."
"You are far from fire, Krysta," Adam laughed and I threw a pillow at him that Charlie blocked.
"You two are cute," I smiled.
"Who are you and what have you done with Krysta Justin?"
"Oh shut up, asshole." He shook his head, leaning back against Charlie. "What was that crack about Dean about anyway?"
"What'd you mean?" he asked, innocently and I glared at him.
"You know what I mean, Adam."
"Well then you know what I mean," he retorted and I got up, tired of riddles and left. Seeing shadows under Dean and Fulton's door, I decided to see what Adam meant but when I knocked, Fulton opened the door.
"Hey Krysta, what can I do for you?" I sighed, folding my arms and he looked at me, slightly nervous. "Wanna come in?"
"Sure," I muttered, shuffling into the room, "Adam's being weird."
"He and Charlie hooked up huh?"
"You heard that?" I laughed and he smiled.
"I think entire campus heard you scream," he chuckled and rolled my eyes, flopping on the couch, "What's up?"
"I dunno," I whined, really not feeling like myself, "What the fuck is up Portman's ass? I mean he completely freaking ignores me."
"You care?" Fulton asked, sounding somewhat surprised and I glared at him.
"Of course I freaking care, he's practically," but I stopped, Charlie was right. Fulton was easy to talk to. Too easy . . .
"Practically what?" he urged and I sighed. Fuck it.
"If anything leaves this room, you balls'll be a tasty treat for a dog, got it?" He went wide-eyed.
"Where the hell-?"
"Fulton, I'm serious, you're about to just, I don't like being like this, alright," I muttered, standing. I ran a hand through my hair.
"Alright, my lips are sealed," he said, folding his legs, Indian style, "and I'm all ears, so spill."
"He's haunting my mind."
"He's what?" Fulton laughed and I let out a cry of annoyance.
"See I knew it! I knew you'd think it was stupid!" I made to leave but I felt his hand wrap around my lower arm and I turned to face him again.
"I don't think it's stupid, it's just a different way to phrase it," he explained.
"Phrase what?"
"That you obviously really like him and he obviously likes you too," he muttered the last part more to himself than to me and I raised an eyebrow.
"He does? But why the hell does he avoid me like the freaking plague?"
"He just, he doesn't know how to act?" Fulton suggested, "I dunno, I'm not psychic."
"Well damn it, you should be," I laughed and he smiled again.
"You should talk to him."
"Dude, fuck that, he should talk to me, not the other way around." He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever happens, you guys should talk."
"Dude, déjà vu, this was happening like an hour ago with Banks."
"Well you should follow your own advice."
"But I don't want to! I don't want to feel like this!"
"Why not?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Cause I fucking hate feeling this helpless." He laughed and I glared at him. "Dude, I swear to god, shut up."
"Sorry," he managed before calming down, "Look, we've got another away game tomorrow, you could sit next to him on the bus."
"No, he can sit next to me."
"If you hate feeling so helpless, why can't you make the first move?"
"Cause that's stupid. He's the freaking guy, no matter how much of a Tom Boy I am, there's no way in hell I'm doing anything like that."
"Jesus, you're such a girl."
"For once, damn straight." He shook his head, laughing and I sighed. What had I gotten myself into?
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haha, i like this chapter, reveals a lot about Krysta and how she's kinda an idiot lol... :-) Review please :-)
