With the way Donald acted when Scarlet got around Red, she was sure that he getting jealous. She didn't really know why. Red didn't see her like that, and she didn't see him like that. Regardless, she would catch him glaring at her from time to time, and she knew that she needed to talk to him about this. Jealousy could make people do stupid things, and someone might get hurt.
Scarlet walked into the gym and heard Donald in the boxing room. He was alone and was hitting one of the various punching bags. Scarlet pulled out her gloves and went inside thinking that she might as well get the talking over with. She slipped them on before walking up to Donald.
"Hey," she said getting a glance from him. "You wanna go against me?" She asked. With how mad he had been over the past week, she was sure that he wasn't going to refuse the opportunity. He stepped back and wiped the sweat of of his forehead.
"Why not?" He asked and turned towards her. They tapped their gloves together before getting into a fighting stance. Donald jabbed at her but was blocked. He wasn't going to try to hurt her. Just a quick tap was all either of them were going to try to do.
"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" Scarlet asked sending in her own jabs. All were blocked quickly.
"Not really,"
"You sure?" She asked getting in a body shot. "Because you've seemed pretty mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you." Donald replied and hit her on the side of the face. She flinched before blocking another shot.
"So, those have been love glares?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He lied as he blocked another hit. He didn't want to discuss this.
"Every time I get around Red, you get mad at me. I just want to know what's going on." She said getting hit again. This one was a little harder. She was guessing that she was starting to piss him off. "If you want something from me, just tell me."
"You want to know what I want?" Donald asked feeling a surge of rage run through him. He swung at her again. She blocked it but could feel the power put behind it. "I want Red." he stated hitting harder than before. "But I can't because he likes you and he'll never like me!"
He swung at her again. She couldn't block it in time and felt his fist connect with the side of her head. Donald stared in shock as Scarlet fell to the floor in a heap. He dropped down next to her and shook her by the shoulders. He hadn't meant to hit her so hard. Her head rolled forward as she tried to stay away.
"Nice right hook," she muttered before her head fell backwards.
Scarlet woke up a few minutes later with a pounding in her head. She looked over at Donald who was sitting on the floor next to her. He looked like he felt guilty. This certainly hadn't gone as planned. She sat up and leaned against him.
"So, you do like him." Scarlet stated. Donald blushed and avoided eye contact. "And you've been jealous." She added causing him to blush harder. "You don't have anything to worry about. We don't like each other like that."
"How do you like each other then?" Donald asked. He had seen her hug him so many times. There had to be some connection between them.
"He's like a father to me."
"But what are you to him?"
"An annoying daughter," she stated getting a small smile from him. "Do you want me to get you two together?" She asked drawing his gaze to her.
"How?"
"By getting you two back to McCarthy's," she replied. "I think all you two need is a spark." She added. Donald bit his lower lip and ran his hand through his hair in thought.
"...If you get him to agree to go, I'll do it." He said. She patted him on the shoulder and stood up. He grabbed her hand before she could leave. "Don't tell him what I said."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Scarlet replied. She cursed him mentally. Now, she couldn't tell either one that the other liked him! Why did this have to be so complicated?