Chapter Five: Anything but Ordinary

She mentally cursed herself for being so cruel to Jak before she sprinted off. 'I have no time to deal with that,' Trista told herself

Erol was practicing racing in his zoomer on the track. Being that earlier he was called here to prepare for the oncoming race he was in.

Jak arrived at the tracks, all the wonderfulness lifting his spirits, only for them to fall when he couldn't see Erol. He went and took a seat by the wall, the same place where he had spent the night with Trista. His blood still stained the concrete. He sighed, wondering where Erol could be.

Erol skidded his zoomer to a halt to see Jak here. Quirking a brow he dismounted the zoomer, walking up the stairs that led to the area he was seated at. "Hey, something wrong?" he asked, crossing his arms.

Jak felt more tears come at the sound of Erol's voice and quickly buried his tear stained face in his knees. He wished nothing was wrong. He wished nothing had happened, that Trista didn't hate him, the Erol never liked him in the first place. But he couldn't change it now. He murmured something inaudible, being muffled by his pants.

Erol sighed, seating himself besides Jak. "Come on, you could tell me?" he reassured, though hoped it wasn't of something that would piss him off.

"Trista hates me" Jak said from within the fold of his pants. "And it's all because of you. Now I don't even know who I like anymore!" Jak then began to bawl out loud, lifting his head for only a moment to grab a better breath of air than he was getting and then plunging his head even harder into his knees.

Erol's blood boiled, hands clenched into fists at the hearing the tone of his voice. 'He's upset that she hates him!' Erol thought bitterly. "Well who gives a shit about her? I'm here for you anyway," he said with a smug smile.

Jak raised his head to glare at him slightly.

"Well I might! She was my girlfriend before I met you ya know!" Jak said.

Erol sighed, "I suppose not anymore, what pissed her off anyway?" he asked.

Trista remained secluded in her home, detesting herself for falling in such a state. "I knew it was just a lie," she muttered, laying against her bed though flat on her stomach.

"Me being with you..." Jak said, turning to look away from Erol.

Erol frowned in slight disgust, crossing his arms. He did feel a bit of remorse due to it seemed his fault. "Feh. Whatever. I'm not one to deal with relationships anyway unless I really want the guy," Erol smirked before rolling his eyes. "Why don't you just go to her?" he stated, despite this not being his style for such a thing he couldn't stand to see Jak so upset for some reason.

"Erol... I want to be with you." Jak then latched onto Erol's torso burying his head into Erol's manly chest.

Erol was slightly dumbfounded by his action. He smirked confidently, knowing he had already gained Jak's desire to be with him. 'Perfect, and now she can't get in the way,' he thought, a proud smile forming onto his lips.