Hey guys! I'm sorry that I haven't posted in forever! This one is split perspective between McCoy and Addy, so even though it has a bigger word count it has about the same action as the previous chapters. I just wanted to get into Bones' head a bit :) Anyhoodles, enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!
McCoy's POV:
The familiar sound of an engine came up behind me. I turned to see Jim on his bike with a girl behind him, wearing his helmet. Walking over to him, I stopped dead in my tracks as the girl took of his helmet. It was Addy. My Addy. On Jim's bike. My Addy had just ridden across campus with her arms wrapped around Jim's torso. I ground my teeth as my stomach churned.
But she wasn't my Addy. Forcing myself to unclench fists that I hadn't realized I had clenched, I continued towards them.
"If you don't hurry your ass up, we'll be late." I scolded a little more seriously than I usually would.
"Oh shut up, we'll be fine." She shot back as she handed Jim the helmet. He took it with one hand as the other wrapped around the back of her neck to pull her in for a kiss. For a second I thought she looked uncomfortable, but I must have been projecting it because she was all smiles when she said goodbye to him. He had the nerve to flash me a cocky smile before riding off toward his dorm, like he hadn't just betrayed his best friend by kissing his girl. But she's not your girl and he doesn't know. Wait, wasn't that the same thing Jim had been wearing the previous night? No, no. No no no no no.
"Looks like you and Jim had a pretty good night" My mouth said without even consulting my brain.
"Yeah, sorry about punching your date and all…" She trailed off. So she did remember.
"I'm surprised you remember that. You were pretty out of it last night." I commented.
"Not out of it enough for you to stop me from going home with Jim." She countered. My eyebrows shot up. I wasn't expecting that. Last night she seemed pretty damn sure about going home with him, I hadn't even considered that it might have just been the alcohol.
"You didn't exactly seem like a damsel in distress. You were the one dragging him out of the bar." I defended more to convince myself than her.
"Yeah, and even if you'd tried I probably wouldn't have listened." She said looking down.
"Probably?" I teased.
"Shut up." She smiled and shoved me playfully as we made our way to our seats.
The conversation ended as the lecture began. About fifteen minutes in, Addy leaned over to me.
"So, are you going to see her again?" She whispered in my ear. I tried not to focus on the feel of her breathe on my neck, with limited success.
"Who?" I asked, trying to follow the lecture on xeno-allotropes.
"That girl from the bar last night." She asked impatiently.
"Oh, I don't know." I said, hoping she would stop asking.
"Well did you get her number, or at least her name?" She pushed.
"Uh, yeah. Both. But I don't know, we only danced to a couple of songs…" I trailed off praying that she would take the hint.
"Yeah, but by the looks of it she was way into you." She continued to press. It was almost unbearable to hear her pushing me towards another girl and feel her breathe on my neck at the same time.
"Still don't know how into her I am."
"She's really pretty." She said. It irked me that she thought that looks were the number one factor for me. Did she really believe me to be that shallow?
"But as far as I know that's her only positive attribute." I countered.
"One date couldn't hurt." Was she actively trying to get me to break down in the middle of class? Because she was dangerously close to success.
"I have better things to do with my time than go on a pointless date with a girl just because she's pretty. Lots of girls are pretty. You're pretty." I whispered back harshly. She had to stop and she had to stop now. Had I just called her pretty? How the hell had that gotten out of my mouth?!
"You wrote that down wrong." She pointed to a formula on my PADD before turning back to her own PADD. Sure enough, it was wrong.
Addy's POV:
For the most part the ride across campus had been pleasant. The morning air was chilly but I could practically hear Jim smile as I held onto him a little tighter. I myself was smiling until I saw Leonard. The corners of his lips turned up slightly when he saw Jim. I could have sworn he froze for a second when I took Jim's helmet off, but why would he? Even if he did, it was probably nothing more than surprise.
"If you don't hurry your ass up, we'll be late." He scolded. Whatever trace of humor was usually in his scoldings (or that I'd imagined to be in his scoldings) was seemingly gone.
"Shut up. We'll be fine." I volleyed back. I almost forgot that Jim was there until he pulled me in for a kiss. I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt to try and compensate for forgetting about him as I said goodbye.
"Looks like you and Jim had a pretty good night." He said with what could only be described as a smirk. So he wasn't in rage mode at least. Not that I expected him to be, but. It might have been nice for him to be a little upset…
No. No it wouldn't. Why would I want him to be upset? We're friends. Nothing more, he's happy for me and I should be happy about that. There should be a whole lot of happy right now.
"Yeah, sorry about punching your date and all…" I started, hoping he would jump in and say she wasn't his date. What was the matter with me?
"I'm surprised you remember that. You were pretty out of it last night." He didn't correct me. Why would he?
"Not out of it enough for you to stop me from going home with Jim." I said. I knew that I hadn't really admitted anything but I still blushed like I had just confessed my undying love for him.
"You didn't exactly seem like a damsel in distress. You were the one dragging him out of the bar." He reminded me. Oh yeah, it had been my idea, hadn't it? How could I expect him to save me from a guy I practically threw myself at?
"Yeah, and even if you'd tried I probably wouldn't have listened." I said remembering how mad I was at him in my drunken fit last night.
"Probably?" He teased. Just like that, it seemed just like before. It seemed like we could just go back to being friends, like nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had happened. Maybe I really had just made this thing between us up in my head.
"Shut up." I pushed him jokingly with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. My heart fell to my stomach and I realized that this is what we had. A friendship. The only time that I would feel his touch was when he would shove me or ruffle my hair.
The lecture began and I tried to pay attention. My attempts were in vain, and after a few minutes I just let my mind wander. It wandered right back to Leonard, and that girl from last night. Was he serious about her or was she just someone to dance with? He hadn't corrected me when I called her his date. I looked over at him and saw him paying close attention to the painfully boring lecture. I rolled my eyes at his studiousness. Deciding not to bother him, I turned my attention to my PADD.
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Okay, this was the most agonizing thing in the world.
"So… are you going to see her again?" I asked. He kept his eyes on his PADD.
"Who?" He asked, looking genuinely absorbed into the lecture. He still didn't look at me. I knew it shouldn't bother me, but the world is not a perfect place.
"That girl from the bar last night." I clarified, a little harshly.
"Oh, I don't know." He said offhandedly. Was he uncomfortable talking to me or was he trying to make me jealous?
"Well did you get her number, or at least her name?" I pushed.
"Uh, yeah. Both. But I don't know, we only danced to a couple of songs…" He trailed off awkwardly. Okay, uncomfortable. But we we're supposed to be friends so I was going to be a friend even if every cell in my brain urged me to drop it.
"Yeah, but by the looks of it she was way into you." I said because I couldn't come up with anything nice to say about her.
"Still don't know how into her I am." Thank God. Wait, no! I'm trying to get them together. That's bad.
"She's really pretty." It was true at least.
"But as far as I know that's her only positive attribute." He said. I couldn't really argue with him on that point.
"One date couldn't hurt." People date casually all the time, she might be as dumb as a brick but maybe she had other positive qualities. She didn't call the cops when I punched her, that was pretty decent of her.
"I have better things to do with my time than go on a pointless date with a girl just because she's pretty. Lots of girls are pretty. You're pretty."
...What? What the hell was that? Pretty? But also apparently not worth dating…
"You wrote that down wrong." I mumbled and pointed to his PADD before turning my own definitely NOT watering eyes to my own PADD where they stayed for the rest of class.
Aw, sad stuff :( Don't worry, next chapter will have some fluff. And some... well... not fluff. Please review! No one reviewed the last chapter and it made me really sad :( When the writer is sad, the story is sad. More reviews = less sadness. It also ends world hunger. No, really, I promise it ends world hunger! Don't believe me? Review and find out for yourself!
