Chapter 5
Chris had been walking around the bend in the hallway when he saw Jeff and Trish kissing. He didn't even know what he was doing, but somehow he had slammed his fist down on the table next to him hard enough to break it. He looked down at his hand, and was surprised when he saw the blood dripping down his arm.
"Fuck!" He yelped as he walked quickly back to the locker room, attempting to stem the flow of the blood from his hand before it fell to the floor of the hallway. As he walked into the locker room, Adam and Jay who had been standing by the door jumped and balked at the sight of the dripping blood from his hand.
"What the hell happened to you?" Jay yelped.
"Nothing...make yourself useful and hand me a towel would you." Chris scowled.
"Here man...Jesus...what the fuck are you doing?" Adam asked as he asked watched Chris wrap his hands in the towel. "Nothing...I didn't do anything. It was an accident." Chris said absentmindedly.
"What was an accident?"
"Me breaking the table in the hallway..." Chris sighed as he muttered under his breath.
"You broke the table? Why?" Jay asked in disbelief.
Adam raised an eyebrow and look down at his friend.
"You saw Trish and Jeff in the hallway didn't you." Adam declared.
Chris didn't respond, but the glare he shot at Adam said more than words ever could.
Jay looked back and forth between them.
"You? And Trish?" He asked in amazement.
"No! There is no me and Trish." Chris mumbled.
"But he likes her and Trish and Jeff are going out tonight." Adam stated flatly.
"Oh man...that sucks Chris."
"Doesn't it just?" Chris said mockingly.
The all looked up when a knock came on the door.
"Come..." Adam began, then stopped when Chris shook his head roughly. "Just a sec! Who is it?" He continued.
"It's Trish. Someone's bleeding down this hallway, I was just wondering if whoever it was...is okay?" Trish said through the door.
"Um..." Adam bit his lip and looked pointedly at Chris.
"Can I come in?" She asked again.
"Ah...sure...sure." Chris said, grabbing a shirt from one of the lockers and placing it over his hand.
"Hey guys...so who was it?" Trish said as she walked in the door. "They did quite a number on that table." She frowned suddenly when looked down on the floor and then stared at Chris.
"Erm..." Chris looked down on the floor and saw the trail of blood leading up to him. "Thanks a lot guys." He muttered. Adam and Jay shrugged and walked out the door.
"Chris? It was you? Are you okay?" Trish asked concernedly as she walked up to him and pulled the tshirt and towel away. She started cleaning the wound and tried to see how big it was. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"Um...it was an accident."
"An accident?" She began dubiously, "Your hand accidentally slammed on the table and broke it?"
"Yeah." He looked at her hair as she looked down at his hand. He kind of liked the concern she was showing. In fact...maybe he liked it a little too much. He swallowed hard as a shot of unexpected heat shot through him...he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"It's fine...it's fine." He muttered, pulling away from her, and walking towards the opposite side of the room.
"No it's not...I think you're going to need stitches. Let me see it again."
"No!" He almost shouted. "I mean no...it's okay...I'll be fine." He muttered.
"What...Why are you acting weird? And what's with the table?" She looked at him confoundedly.
"I...I..." He stammered, "Well...I was uh walking..." He paused. Alright...what can I say here that won't make me look like some insane jealous psychopath. He said inside his head. He couldn't think of anything and she was staring at him so damn intently it was freaking him out.
"You were walking and you???" She continued, looking at him expectantly.
"I'm pissed off cause...my girlfriend's cheating on me." He said quickly. He looked away suddenly. What the fuck? My girlfriend? This was never going to fly. He thought to himself.
"Your...girlfriend? I didn't know you had a girlfriend." She frowned at this new information.
"My ex-girlfriend really...we actually broke up a while ago but we were going to start again." What the hell am I saying? Stop lying asshole...stop lying. He thought inwardly, but the lies were easier than telling the truth. So he kept going. "You know, I just got off the phone with her and she told me she didn't want to be with me."
"Are you serious? Oh god...Chris why didn't you tell me? This is awful." She said sympathetically, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah well, what are you going to do?" He said in relief as he shrugged. She was buying...she was actually buying it.
"I mean...what the hell is wrong with her? You're a great guy...I mean you're nice and funny and smart and you're hot! Is she insane?" Trish rambled. "I mean who the hell does she think she is? You would be an amazing boyfriend. I can't even...the fact that she..." She stopped suddenly when the door to the locker room opened.
"Hey Trish, Adam and Jay said you were..." Jeff stopped abruptly when he saw Trish and Chris standing together in the room.
"Hey Jeff...Oh...your match is over." Trish said rather guiltily, she had just been rambling on accolades for Chris when she was supposed to be meeting another guy.
"Um...yeah...is everything okay?" He looked at the blood-covered towel on Chris's hand, "Dude what the hell happened to your hand?"
"Erm..." Chris began. He had been shocked when Trish had started going on about how great he was. He never actually thought he was boyfriend- worthy...after all he had been attempting to flirt with HER for a year now and NOTHING had ever come out of it...now she was telling him that he was funny and smart and good-looking...he was going to be in cloud nine for the rest of the night! Then he remembered why Jeff had come looking for her and his thoughts darkened.
"Nothing...just got pissed off about something. I should go....I mean you guys should go. Have a great night." He stumbled on a bag on the floor, but kept right on going...leaving Trish and Jeff alone in the room.
"Wait...Chris..." Trish started but he was already out of the door. She stared after him as the door to the locker room swung closed.
Jeff looked concernedly at the crushed expression on Trish's face. He frowned slightly.
"Are you okay Trish?"
"Yeah...oh Jeff...I'm so sorry...it's just Chris had some really bad news tonight and I feel awful for him. I didn't know about his girlfriend." She said distractedly.
"Girlfriend?" Jeff asked curiously.
"Ex-girlfriend or something. He got pissed and broke that table down the hallway. Remember? The broken table?"
"Uh huh...I do." Jeff replied. Then he remembered what they had been doing at the precise moment when the table had broken. Oh now he knew exactly what happened. "Ex-girlfriend huh...that sucks for him."
"Yeah. He never said anything about her...it's just—weird."
Poor Chris. Jeff thought to himself, but at least he wasn't doing anything to screw things up between him and Trish.
"So umm...are you ready to go?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, our date." Trish smiled at him awkwardly, "Let me go get my bag."
"Okay, I'll wait for you outside." Jeff said, leaning down quickly to kiss her softly on the lips. Trish had that dreamy expression back on her face.
"All right...see you in a bit." She said smiling up at him. She was still worried about Chris...but this date...she couldn't let anything spoil this date. As she bent down to get her bags, an image of the sad expression on Chris's face when he walked out of the locker room door popped up in her head and she frowned. Chris will be fine...but why do I feel this sudden urge to cancel this date?
***Don't worry jeff/trish peoples....it's just beginning...THE DATE is up next
Chris had been walking around the bend in the hallway when he saw Jeff and Trish kissing. He didn't even know what he was doing, but somehow he had slammed his fist down on the table next to him hard enough to break it. He looked down at his hand, and was surprised when he saw the blood dripping down his arm.
"Fuck!" He yelped as he walked quickly back to the locker room, attempting to stem the flow of the blood from his hand before it fell to the floor of the hallway. As he walked into the locker room, Adam and Jay who had been standing by the door jumped and balked at the sight of the dripping blood from his hand.
"What the hell happened to you?" Jay yelped.
"Nothing...make yourself useful and hand me a towel would you." Chris scowled.
"Here man...Jesus...what the fuck are you doing?" Adam asked as he asked watched Chris wrap his hands in the towel. "Nothing...I didn't do anything. It was an accident." Chris said absentmindedly.
"What was an accident?"
"Me breaking the table in the hallway..." Chris sighed as he muttered under his breath.
"You broke the table? Why?" Jay asked in disbelief.
Adam raised an eyebrow and look down at his friend.
"You saw Trish and Jeff in the hallway didn't you." Adam declared.
Chris didn't respond, but the glare he shot at Adam said more than words ever could.
Jay looked back and forth between them.
"You? And Trish?" He asked in amazement.
"No! There is no me and Trish." Chris mumbled.
"But he likes her and Trish and Jeff are going out tonight." Adam stated flatly.
"Oh man...that sucks Chris."
"Doesn't it just?" Chris said mockingly.
The all looked up when a knock came on the door.
"Come..." Adam began, then stopped when Chris shook his head roughly. "Just a sec! Who is it?" He continued.
"It's Trish. Someone's bleeding down this hallway, I was just wondering if whoever it was...is okay?" Trish said through the door.
"Um..." Adam bit his lip and looked pointedly at Chris.
"Can I come in?" She asked again.
"Ah...sure...sure." Chris said, grabbing a shirt from one of the lockers and placing it over his hand.
"Hey guys...so who was it?" Trish said as she walked in the door. "They did quite a number on that table." She frowned suddenly when looked down on the floor and then stared at Chris.
"Erm..." Chris looked down on the floor and saw the trail of blood leading up to him. "Thanks a lot guys." He muttered. Adam and Jay shrugged and walked out the door.
"Chris? It was you? Are you okay?" Trish asked concernedly as she walked up to him and pulled the tshirt and towel away. She started cleaning the wound and tried to see how big it was. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"Um...it was an accident."
"An accident?" She began dubiously, "Your hand accidentally slammed on the table and broke it?"
"Yeah." He looked at her hair as she looked down at his hand. He kind of liked the concern she was showing. In fact...maybe he liked it a little too much. He swallowed hard as a shot of unexpected heat shot through him...he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"It's fine...it's fine." He muttered, pulling away from her, and walking towards the opposite side of the room.
"No it's not...I think you're going to need stitches. Let me see it again."
"No!" He almost shouted. "I mean no...it's okay...I'll be fine." He muttered.
"What...Why are you acting weird? And what's with the table?" She looked at him confoundedly.
"I...I..." He stammered, "Well...I was uh walking..." He paused. Alright...what can I say here that won't make me look like some insane jealous psychopath. He said inside his head. He couldn't think of anything and she was staring at him so damn intently it was freaking him out.
"You were walking and you???" She continued, looking at him expectantly.
"I'm pissed off cause...my girlfriend's cheating on me." He said quickly. He looked away suddenly. What the fuck? My girlfriend? This was never going to fly. He thought to himself.
"Your...girlfriend? I didn't know you had a girlfriend." She frowned at this new information.
"My ex-girlfriend really...we actually broke up a while ago but we were going to start again." What the hell am I saying? Stop lying asshole...stop lying. He thought inwardly, but the lies were easier than telling the truth. So he kept going. "You know, I just got off the phone with her and she told me she didn't want to be with me."
"Are you serious? Oh god...Chris why didn't you tell me? This is awful." She said sympathetically, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah well, what are you going to do?" He said in relief as he shrugged. She was buying...she was actually buying it.
"I mean...what the hell is wrong with her? You're a great guy...I mean you're nice and funny and smart and you're hot! Is she insane?" Trish rambled. "I mean who the hell does she think she is? You would be an amazing boyfriend. I can't even...the fact that she..." She stopped suddenly when the door to the locker room opened.
"Hey Trish, Adam and Jay said you were..." Jeff stopped abruptly when he saw Trish and Chris standing together in the room.
"Hey Jeff...Oh...your match is over." Trish said rather guiltily, she had just been rambling on accolades for Chris when she was supposed to be meeting another guy.
"Um...yeah...is everything okay?" He looked at the blood-covered towel on Chris's hand, "Dude what the hell happened to your hand?"
"Erm..." Chris began. He had been shocked when Trish had started going on about how great he was. He never actually thought he was boyfriend- worthy...after all he had been attempting to flirt with HER for a year now and NOTHING had ever come out of it...now she was telling him that he was funny and smart and good-looking...he was going to be in cloud nine for the rest of the night! Then he remembered why Jeff had come looking for her and his thoughts darkened.
"Nothing...just got pissed off about something. I should go....I mean you guys should go. Have a great night." He stumbled on a bag on the floor, but kept right on going...leaving Trish and Jeff alone in the room.
"Wait...Chris..." Trish started but he was already out of the door. She stared after him as the door to the locker room swung closed.
Jeff looked concernedly at the crushed expression on Trish's face. He frowned slightly.
"Are you okay Trish?"
"Yeah...oh Jeff...I'm so sorry...it's just Chris had some really bad news tonight and I feel awful for him. I didn't know about his girlfriend." She said distractedly.
"Girlfriend?" Jeff asked curiously.
"Ex-girlfriend or something. He got pissed and broke that table down the hallway. Remember? The broken table?"
"Uh huh...I do." Jeff replied. Then he remembered what they had been doing at the precise moment when the table had broken. Oh now he knew exactly what happened. "Ex-girlfriend huh...that sucks for him."
"Yeah. He never said anything about her...it's just—weird."
Poor Chris. Jeff thought to himself, but at least he wasn't doing anything to screw things up between him and Trish.
"So umm...are you ready to go?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, our date." Trish smiled at him awkwardly, "Let me go get my bag."
"Okay, I'll wait for you outside." Jeff said, leaning down quickly to kiss her softly on the lips. Trish had that dreamy expression back on her face.
"All right...see you in a bit." She said smiling up at him. She was still worried about Chris...but this date...she couldn't let anything spoil this date. As she bent down to get her bags, an image of the sad expression on Chris's face when he walked out of the locker room door popped up in her head and she frowned. Chris will be fine...but why do I feel this sudden urge to cancel this date?
***Don't worry jeff/trish peoples....it's just beginning...THE DATE is up next