"SUNSHINE!!! Sunshinesunshinesunshinesunshinesunshinesunshinesunshinesunshine!!"

Alan flew down the stairs to breakfast hoping to have a word with his betrayed buddy before practice.

"Sunshine!!"

"Whoa, Alan! Calm down there dude, you're gunna have a flippin heart attack. Now, slowly, what's up?"

All of a sudden Alan realized it probably wasn't such a good idea to draw so much attention to himself and his rather startling news, some of the coaches were even starting to look over to see what the trouble was.

As casually as he could, he sat down across from Ronnie, snagged a piece of toast from Petey's tray and asked "Can I borrow some shampoo?"

The table began to erupt in spurts of laughter and Alan took another bite of his toast. "Sure man, whatever." Ronnie replied between chuckles. When Alan began motioning for Ronnie to leave with him he quickly added "I'll show you wear it is."

Once they were out of the mess hall he asked "What is this all about?"

"It's about Laini." Alan said looking straight ahead.

Sunshine came to an abrupt halt, "Is she alright? Is something wrong!?"

"She's fine. She's just.look I don't want to make hasty assumptions but I have reason to believe she's been lying to us." He said, turning to face Ronnie.

His face showed a mixture of confusion and anger. Alan couldn't tell if he believed him or if he was about to punch him in the face.

It was the latter of the two.

"She's not a liar!!" Ronnie shouted as Alan got up off the floor. "She's not." He repeated and then ran off in the other direction.

"Shit." Alan mumbled as he checked for blood.

Later that day, during practice, Alan complained of feeling sick and asked if he could go inside and sleep. He figured it would never work, but it was worth a shot. Much to his surprise, he was allowed, but only for an hour; any more and he'd be running an extra 20 laps that night before dinner. Gracefully Alan agreed and heading to the campus.

When he got inside he began calling out in search of Laini. Eventually he found her in the mess hall with a magazine and a sandwich.

"Hey, Alan. Ouch, nice shiner. What are you doing here?"

"I have a better question, what are you doing here?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I think you know damn right what I'm talking about.Becky."

Alan folded his arms across his chest and gave her a kind of Take-That look as she stared back at him, not saying a word. Finally, she took a deep breath and began to explain.