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"Is this seriously going to be the way you want to take care of this?" Charlie asked me, as I zoned out, with a blank look on my face. It's how I looked like this past week.
"It's fine." I moved by hand away from my mouth, so I could be more audible, "I gotta concentrate on hockey. It's the Iceland game today."
"Banks, you've become socially retarded." I shot a glare at him. "It's true. You go to practice, and you eat dinner with us, but barely say a word. Other than that, you sleep and watch movies. They aren't the manliest movies in the world, either."
"I'm not really up to getting my face punched in by Portman. Don't you care about the team? Or me being able to play hockey?"
"He won't. I don't think he even likes Julie." I stared at Charlie. Was he not there last week when the heavy cloud of tension surrounded the team? "Okay, well, he might not like her like you do. Do you want her to have someone, that eh, kind of likes her, compared to someone who is in love-"
"I'm not in love with her."
"Okay, fine. Someone who likes her just a little, or someone who likes her a lot, is depressed because someone else might like her? But he isn't in love with her, of course."
Charlie, go away and let me wallow in peace.
The worst part of the conversation was that Charlie was right about a lot of it. I just didn't want to face the facts. Portman likes Julie, maybe. I like Julie, definitely. But which one does Julie like? Do I even have the right to be upset about this? Does she know there's a silent feud going on? Well, considering I haven't talked to her in a week, she probably knows that it freaked me out a bit.
I admit, I freaked. It's not only because of Portman, either. You know how guys get that message in their head to run? Well, I got the signal, even though I really like this girl. My head still told me to run, to save my heart. When it's eternal heartache versus getting your skull crushed in, what would you do?
"Maybe you should talk to Portman," Charlie suggested, quietly.
My head quickly turned around, "What?!"
My voice cracked pretty bad, but I didn't care.
Charlie shrugged, like his suggestion was no big deal, "Talk to him about it. He seems big and scary, but seriously, he's cool."
I made a face, and scoffed, "Right. We'll call that Plan B."
There was a knock on the half opened door, and it slowly opened. Julie. "Hey guys," She smiled at us. "Banks, can I talk to you?"
I looked at Charlie, eyes wide, and he stared at me.
"I'll go." Charlie grabbed his CD player, and quickly walked, actually, ran out of the dorm room.
Julie watched him run, and then looked at me, closing the door as she walked in. She sat down on Charlie's bed, across from me.
She's going to trap me in here, until I confess my un-dying love. Goodness.