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Chapter 2: Too Little Too Late
Amy felt as if all the breath had been knocked from her lungs. *I'm going to hyperventilate!* her mind screamed, yet she couldn't move. She felt completely numb inside. She let out a small gasp, then turned and fled.
Matt broke away from Trish's kiss.
"Trish, I don't think wait a second, did you hear something?"
He broke away from her completely and poked his head out the door.
"I didn't hear anything," she said sweetly. He didn't see the gleam in her eyes. As she was kissing Matt, she looked out of the corner of her eye and noticed Amy standing there in shock. Trish's mind drifted back to her thoughts during the kiss *Now I have her right where I want her. Say goodbye to your precious Matt, after having me, why would he want you. Besides, I won't let you have him.* Her smile turned to a frown, as she heard what Matt was telling her.
"Trish, I don't think us getting involved is a good idea. A friend perhaps, but," his voice trailed off. He looked her directly in the eyes and asked, "Why did you tell RTC all of our wrestling moves?"
Her eyes downcast, she stared at the carpeted floor. "I guess I just wanted to get your attention, that's all."
He looked at her in shock, but he quickly recovered and said gently, "You know there are better ways to get someone's attention.
"Like just now," she said softly.
Matt frowned and backed away. "Not just like now," he said firmly.
She looked at him with "tears" in her eyes. "You don't trust me do you!" she cried.
"Whoa, hang on a second, I di"
"It's Amy, isn't it? she demanded. "You're in love with her," she accused, wiping the liquid tear solution away from her eyes.
He looked at her in surprise, unsure of what to say. For a minute there, Trish really could see that he was in love with Amy. She could see it in his eyes, and the eyes were indeed the windows to the soul. *Now how am I going to compete with that.*
She fled the room, leaving Matt speechless. Amy raced down the corridor and skidded to a stop as she saw the exercise room come into view. She shoved open the glass door, plopped down on an exercise bike, and started to pedal furiously. Before she knew it, her leg muscles started to become very tight.
"Hey, what are you trying to do, pedal until your legs fall off? Jeff asked, grinning. He frowned, seeing her tear-stained face. "Amy, what's wrong?" he asked in concern. She panicked, *Oh my gosh, I didn't even realize I was crying,* she thought furiously. She quickly brushed a hand across her face. Jeff strode over to Amy and pushed a strand of her now sweaty hair out of her eyes. "It's about Matt isn't it?" he asked softly. Amy blushed slightly. "I'm not as oblivious to the situation as you may think," Jeff said softly.
"But, I, we never thought," Amy sputtered.
"I know," Jeff said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You and Matt need to talk about your relationship," Jeff said firmly, looking directly into her eyes.
"What relationship," Amy replied angrily.
Jeff rolled his eyes, "Oh, please, don't kid yourself Amy. It's easy to see Matt likes you."
"I don't think so," Amy said sadly.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Matt asked as he walked into the exercise room. Amy's head jerked up with a start. She brushed past Jeff and rushed out of the room.
"What's up with her?" Matt asked casually.
"That's what I'd like to know," Jeff growled as he pushed past Matt. Matt watched as Jeff rushed out of the room. When Jeff was gone, Matt dropped his carefree facade and scowled. He had an awful feeling that Amy had seen the kiss, which made him feel horribly guilty. He kept telling himself, "She's not my girlfriend, so the kiss was no big deal. Matt's heart kept telling him the kiss was a big deal, and doggone it, he wanted Amy to be his girlfriend. With that though uppermost in his mind, he yanked open the door and raced out of the room.
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Chapter 2: Too Little Too Late
Amy felt as if all the breath had been knocked from her lungs. *I'm going to hyperventilate!* her mind screamed, yet she couldn't move. She felt completely numb inside. She let out a small gasp, then turned and fled.
Matt broke away from Trish's kiss.
"Trish, I don't think wait a second, did you hear something?"
He broke away from her completely and poked his head out the door.
"I didn't hear anything," she said sweetly. He didn't see the gleam in her eyes. As she was kissing Matt, she looked out of the corner of her eye and noticed Amy standing there in shock. Trish's mind drifted back to her thoughts during the kiss *Now I have her right where I want her. Say goodbye to your precious Matt, after having me, why would he want you. Besides, I won't let you have him.* Her smile turned to a frown, as she heard what Matt was telling her.
"Trish, I don't think us getting involved is a good idea. A friend perhaps, but," his voice trailed off. He looked her directly in the eyes and asked, "Why did you tell RTC all of our wrestling moves?"
Her eyes downcast, she stared at the carpeted floor. "I guess I just wanted to get your attention, that's all."
He looked at her in shock, but he quickly recovered and said gently, "You know there are better ways to get someone's attention.
"Like just now," she said softly.
Matt frowned and backed away. "Not just like now," he said firmly.
She looked at him with "tears" in her eyes. "You don't trust me do you!" she cried.
"Whoa, hang on a second, I di"
"It's Amy, isn't it? she demanded. "You're in love with her," she accused, wiping the liquid tear solution away from her eyes.
He looked at her in surprise, unsure of what to say. For a minute there, Trish really could see that he was in love with Amy. She could see it in his eyes, and the eyes were indeed the windows to the soul. *Now how am I going to compete with that.*
She fled the room, leaving Matt speechless. Amy raced down the corridor and skidded to a stop as she saw the exercise room come into view. She shoved open the glass door, plopped down on an exercise bike, and started to pedal furiously. Before she knew it, her leg muscles started to become very tight.
"Hey, what are you trying to do, pedal until your legs fall off? Jeff asked, grinning. He frowned, seeing her tear-stained face. "Amy, what's wrong?" he asked in concern. She panicked, *Oh my gosh, I didn't even realize I was crying,* she thought furiously. She quickly brushed a hand across her face. Jeff strode over to Amy and pushed a strand of her now sweaty hair out of her eyes. "It's about Matt isn't it?" he asked softly. Amy blushed slightly. "I'm not as oblivious to the situation as you may think," Jeff said softly.
"But, I, we never thought," Amy sputtered.
"I know," Jeff said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You and Matt need to talk about your relationship," Jeff said firmly, looking directly into her eyes.
"What relationship," Amy replied angrily.
Jeff rolled his eyes, "Oh, please, don't kid yourself Amy. It's easy to see Matt likes you."
"I don't think so," Amy said sadly.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Matt asked as he walked into the exercise room. Amy's head jerked up with a start. She brushed past Jeff and rushed out of the room.
"What's up with her?" Matt asked casually.
"That's what I'd like to know," Jeff growled as he pushed past Matt. Matt watched as Jeff rushed out of the room. When Jeff was gone, Matt dropped his carefree facade and scowled. He had an awful feeling that Amy had seen the kiss, which made him feel horribly guilty. He kept telling himself, "She's not my girlfriend, so the kiss was no big deal. Matt's heart kept telling him the kiss was a big deal, and doggone it, he wanted Amy to be his girlfriend. With that though uppermost in his mind, he yanked open the door and raced out of the room.