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Chapter Six - Jealous Boyfriend
Hilde shifted her weight on the fluffy armchair in her family room and turned the page in her book. She was beginning to feel uneasy. Her boyfriend called an hour before, and she hadn't gotten to the phone in time. He sounded angry on the answering machine. "Hilde - where the Hell are you? You weren't at the game. Look, I'll call you back when I get the chance." He had a football game that day that she promised last month to go to. She felt bad, but she couldn't do much about it until Sally Po arrived. Sally called earlier to say that she was flying in from St. Louis, where Preventers Headquarters was situated.
Bring. Bring. Hilde snatched the phone. "Hello?" 'Please be Sally,' she thought. "Hi Sammy. I know. I am so sorry - I totally forgot." She folded another page in her dog-eared book. "I can't. No - I'd love to go on a date - I just can't. Why?" Hilde sighed. "My roommate is sick. I'm not sure. Sammy - he's barely conscious! I swear. I wouldn't lie to you." She trailed off, hearing the anger in his voice. He was jealous and didn't believe her. She should have known. "No, you don't have to come over." The click on the line was enough to tell her that he wasn't going to listen. She should break up with him. But he scared her sometimes. He could be mean as Hell.
Fifteen minutes later, a doorbell and an angry voice at her door woke Hilde from a dream-state. If she'd been that way much longer, she'd have been completely asleep. Sighing, Hilde opened the door and let Sammy in.
Sammy was about six feet, four inches tall. He was a jock in every aspect, from his sandy blonde hair to his wide shoulders, broad chest, and prized trophy shelf. Duo was five feet, eleven and a half inches, and didn't look like a jock. However, he could kick the crap out of any jock Hilde knew.
"Hilde, you weren't there! You promised you'd be at the game! It was an important one, too!" Sammy had her by the shoulders.
"Stop yelling," Hilde said, getting loose and sitting back in her chair. "Please."
"Why weren't you there?"
"Because," she snapped, looking up at him. "My roommate is extremely sick. I'm tired, I'm worried, and I couldn't leave him alone."
Sammy growled. "Really? Where is he? I wanna have a 'word' with your 'sick' roommate."
Hilde jumped up. She stood at about five feet, four inches, and Samuel towered above her. But now she was angry. "Leave him alone. If you don't believe me, fine. But he is sick, and in pain, and he does not need you bothering him! Okay?"
Sammy stepped back. "You're hiding something, aren't you?"
"I am not! I hate jealous boyfriends! You've been jealous ever since you found out I had a guy roommate." Hilde frowned, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I believe you, I believe you," Sammy said, holding his hands up. "I just want to see for myself. He in his bedroom?"
"Yes," Hilde snapped. "Don't go bother him, Sammy," she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. She was very worried. Duo was running a high fever again that morning, tossing and turning, moaning in pain. She just wanted him to get better. And she didn't care what her boyfriend thought. She didn't love Sammy; she just didn't know how to break up with him.
Frowning, Sammy walked to Duo's room as Hilde threw herself onto the couch. When Sammy opened the door, Duo opened his eyes, painfully trying to see who had heavy footsteps. He didn't know many people who walked with heavy footsteps. "Who're you," he managed to choke out. Sammy raised an eyebrow. He'd met Duo only once, and that was a few months ago, but he was still surprised Duo didn't remember him. "Sam - Hilde's boyfriend," he replied, staking Hilde as his own territory.
Duo looked terrible. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, and his face was too pale. His light blue eyes were glossed over and squinted in pain. Duo simply moved his head slowly up and down. "You're lucky," he muttered, then groaned as he rolled over and pulled the blanket closer. Damn, he was cold again.
Sam walked back into the living room. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. He didn't like being wrong, but was glad he was this time.
Hilde was at the window, watching for Sally. "Sammy," she said, closing her eyes. "We should break up."
"What!?"
"It's not working, Sammy," she said. "I don't love you."
Frowning, Sammy replied, "W-why not?"
Jerking her head up, Hilde looked at him. "Because I don't. You're full of yourself. You think you're all that, and you - Sammy, you just aren't my type. I'm sorry, okay? I just can't be your girlfriend anymore."
Sammy growled. "You bitch. It was your roommate, wasn't it? Or was it that guy from the arcade? Or the rich guy from across town? Tell me, Hilde!"
Angry, Hilde stood up. "Does it matter!? Does it really matter, Sammy? You've had the perfect life, and you just can't seem to understand mine. You're a baby, Sammy. If anything goes wrong, you start whining. You get your way, or throw a fit. And you couldn't give a damn about me, anyway. All you've ever wanted was sex - and that's something you never got, and will never get, from me. Go find yourself a girlfriend with no morals. I don't want to see you again. So get out."
"Forget you," Sammy said, gaping at her. She was right. He didn't care about her, although he pretended to. He thought he had a flawless mask, and he had no idea how she saw through it. He just wanted the attention, and the perks from a girlfriend. It made him look good, and feel good. So, who cared what the girl thought? He was a star football player at his college, and was proud of it. But Hilde was cute; all the guys said that. Going out with him should have made her feel good, too. Or at least, boosted her image. One day, he had planned to get married and have a family, but until then, he planned to have fun. And he didn't appreciate her ruining his plans. "You know something," he hissed as he walked out the door, "you'll be sorry."
Hilde thrust her chin in the air. "Get. Out."
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A/N: Sorry about the football player stereotype thing that's going on here. I went brain dead. Don't look at me like that - I *know* it's a regular occurrence, but still.
Chapter Six - Jealous Boyfriend
Hilde shifted her weight on the fluffy armchair in her family room and turned the page in her book. She was beginning to feel uneasy. Her boyfriend called an hour before, and she hadn't gotten to the phone in time. He sounded angry on the answering machine. "Hilde - where the Hell are you? You weren't at the game. Look, I'll call you back when I get the chance." He had a football game that day that she promised last month to go to. She felt bad, but she couldn't do much about it until Sally Po arrived. Sally called earlier to say that she was flying in from St. Louis, where Preventers Headquarters was situated.
Bring. Bring. Hilde snatched the phone. "Hello?" 'Please be Sally,' she thought. "Hi Sammy. I know. I am so sorry - I totally forgot." She folded another page in her dog-eared book. "I can't. No - I'd love to go on a date - I just can't. Why?" Hilde sighed. "My roommate is sick. I'm not sure. Sammy - he's barely conscious! I swear. I wouldn't lie to you." She trailed off, hearing the anger in his voice. He was jealous and didn't believe her. She should have known. "No, you don't have to come over." The click on the line was enough to tell her that he wasn't going to listen. She should break up with him. But he scared her sometimes. He could be mean as Hell.
Fifteen minutes later, a doorbell and an angry voice at her door woke Hilde from a dream-state. If she'd been that way much longer, she'd have been completely asleep. Sighing, Hilde opened the door and let Sammy in.
Sammy was about six feet, four inches tall. He was a jock in every aspect, from his sandy blonde hair to his wide shoulders, broad chest, and prized trophy shelf. Duo was five feet, eleven and a half inches, and didn't look like a jock. However, he could kick the crap out of any jock Hilde knew.
"Hilde, you weren't there! You promised you'd be at the game! It was an important one, too!" Sammy had her by the shoulders.
"Stop yelling," Hilde said, getting loose and sitting back in her chair. "Please."
"Why weren't you there?"
"Because," she snapped, looking up at him. "My roommate is extremely sick. I'm tired, I'm worried, and I couldn't leave him alone."
Sammy growled. "Really? Where is he? I wanna have a 'word' with your 'sick' roommate."
Hilde jumped up. She stood at about five feet, four inches, and Samuel towered above her. But now she was angry. "Leave him alone. If you don't believe me, fine. But he is sick, and in pain, and he does not need you bothering him! Okay?"
Sammy stepped back. "You're hiding something, aren't you?"
"I am not! I hate jealous boyfriends! You've been jealous ever since you found out I had a guy roommate." Hilde frowned, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I believe you, I believe you," Sammy said, holding his hands up. "I just want to see for myself. He in his bedroom?"
"Yes," Hilde snapped. "Don't go bother him, Sammy," she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. She was very worried. Duo was running a high fever again that morning, tossing and turning, moaning in pain. She just wanted him to get better. And she didn't care what her boyfriend thought. She didn't love Sammy; she just didn't know how to break up with him.
Frowning, Sammy walked to Duo's room as Hilde threw herself onto the couch. When Sammy opened the door, Duo opened his eyes, painfully trying to see who had heavy footsteps. He didn't know many people who walked with heavy footsteps. "Who're you," he managed to choke out. Sammy raised an eyebrow. He'd met Duo only once, and that was a few months ago, but he was still surprised Duo didn't remember him. "Sam - Hilde's boyfriend," he replied, staking Hilde as his own territory.
Duo looked terrible. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, and his face was too pale. His light blue eyes were glossed over and squinted in pain. Duo simply moved his head slowly up and down. "You're lucky," he muttered, then groaned as he rolled over and pulled the blanket closer. Damn, he was cold again.
Sam walked back into the living room. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. He didn't like being wrong, but was glad he was this time.
Hilde was at the window, watching for Sally. "Sammy," she said, closing her eyes. "We should break up."
"What!?"
"It's not working, Sammy," she said. "I don't love you."
Frowning, Sammy replied, "W-why not?"
Jerking her head up, Hilde looked at him. "Because I don't. You're full of yourself. You think you're all that, and you - Sammy, you just aren't my type. I'm sorry, okay? I just can't be your girlfriend anymore."
Sammy growled. "You bitch. It was your roommate, wasn't it? Or was it that guy from the arcade? Or the rich guy from across town? Tell me, Hilde!"
Angry, Hilde stood up. "Does it matter!? Does it really matter, Sammy? You've had the perfect life, and you just can't seem to understand mine. You're a baby, Sammy. If anything goes wrong, you start whining. You get your way, or throw a fit. And you couldn't give a damn about me, anyway. All you've ever wanted was sex - and that's something you never got, and will never get, from me. Go find yourself a girlfriend with no morals. I don't want to see you again. So get out."
"Forget you," Sammy said, gaping at her. She was right. He didn't care about her, although he pretended to. He thought he had a flawless mask, and he had no idea how she saw through it. He just wanted the attention, and the perks from a girlfriend. It made him look good, and feel good. So, who cared what the girl thought? He was a star football player at his college, and was proud of it. But Hilde was cute; all the guys said that. Going out with him should have made her feel good, too. Or at least, boosted her image. One day, he had planned to get married and have a family, but until then, he planned to have fun. And he didn't appreciate her ruining his plans. "You know something," he hissed as he walked out the door, "you'll be sorry."
Hilde thrust her chin in the air. "Get. Out."
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A/N: Sorry about the football player stereotype thing that's going on here. I went brain dead. Don't look at me like that - I *know* it's a regular occurrence, but still.
