Chapter 10
Patton's POV
I chased Rachel out of the room, and grabbed her arm firmly. I pulled her back around, and gave her the most concerning look I could muster. She merely looked back in irritation.
"Look, I'm sorry if I sounded like I didn't want you here." I started. "And I'm sorry if it looked weird back there. Nothing happened."
"How can I believe that? I come in to see my boyfriend handing his clothes over to one of my friends. And not only that, from the sounds…it just didn't sound like a groan of refusal. It sounded like…something else."
"But it wasn't anything else." I replied. "She was freezing to death. What else was I supposed to do?"
She just looked in frustration. "Well, you didn't have to strip down in front of her."
"Look, it's honestly nothing. This has happened before…"
She sharply cut me off. "What? The kid taking clothes, or you stripping for my friend?" She folded her arms as I just stood and looked at her. "You know what? Forget it. I'll see you tomorrow."
She turned to walk away. "Rachel, wait…":
"I said I'll see you tomorrow."
She didn't turn back, and stormed off towards the aircraft room. I sighed in frustration, and a few of the cadets stood by me.
"What was her problem?" One of the girls asked.
"I honestly don't know." I replied. "I can't always work my girlfriend out."
"Wait a minute, I thought 86-T was your girlfriend?" One of the boys asked.
I looked in confusion. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, you're always together." Another girl chirped. "And not just at work either. The way you guys act could be a dead giveaway."
I kept changing my expressions of confusion, and as I turned to see my co-worker leaning on a doorframe, I put two and two together. Now I understood why Rachel was angry.
I saw Fanny was in a kind of sexy pose, so I decided to just check her over to make sure Rachel had to be jealous. Luckily, I found nothing about her to make me fall for her. Heck, I think it wouldn't have made a difference if she were pole dancing in her bikini and throwing herself at me.
I just didn't and couldn't see her as anything other than my co-worker and my good mates' girlfriend. I was getting irritated that Rachel didn't see it the same way.
"Well?" She asked. "How did it go?"
"Pretty darn bad." I replied. "She seems to think there's something going on between us."
"What?!?" Her voice was shrill, and somewhat hurt. She began to storm off in the same direction as my girlfriend. "You look after things here, I'm gonna give her a piece of advice."
I just watched her walk off, and I put my hands behind my head. I knew this was gonna turn ugly.