Chapter 11 – Would you like a bag for your balls?
Tim was a little desperate, things were going down fast and he didn't like it. He saw Julie further up the hall and decided to give it a shot.
"Hey Jules..." he stopped right there. She gave him a glance that would burn skin away from the bone.
"Don't hey Jules me, you ass," she turned around, her blonde hair whipping him in the face as she stalked off. He stood there unsure of what to do. He was furious with himself, he turned and drove his fist squarely into the nearest locker, ignoring the dent in the metal and the pain in his hand.
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Julie was doing her homework when her Mom told her that there was someone on the line for her. She picked up the phone thinking it was Lois, it wasn't.
"Jules I just wanna explain..." she hung up on him without a tinge of remorse. This guy had treated her like crap, an amusement to entertain him and his team. He needed to give it up already. Beside how could he really explain The Bet away?
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Third time lucky Tim thought. He decided that the element of surprise was necessary. He grabbed her as she was on the way to the field to assist her father. His hand over her mouth and another around her waist he heaved her to a point behind the bleachers.
"Just hear me out,' he said. Tim's hand still on her mouth. Her eyes were wildly looking to and fro and the anger was palpable. He had a chance here to explain himself. Well he thought he did until a knee launched out and caught him in the balls. The breath left his body, pain flooding into his nether regions. Jules stalked away leaving him like a wounded animal. This was going to be harder than he imagined.
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Things weren't going all that well, Matt thought. Sure Julie knew the truth now but she wasn't any happier and she wasn't running to him for support either. He was sitting in the cafeteria watching people are he was prone to do. He saw Riggins stumble in, seemingly in pain. Riggins saw him and ambled to his table, sitting down a defeated mass of muscle.
"Are you okay 33?" Matt asked. Looking Tim over he saw his right hand was swollen with bloody graves on his knuckles and he was walking kinda funny.
'Yeah, fine." Riggins sighed focussing on his food and very little else.
"Talk to Julie yet?" Matt asked.
"No she's too busy playing target practice with my balls," Riggins grumbled and Matt laughed, maybe he could make jokes. "Seriously man what do I do?" Matt was surprised by the sincerity in Riggins' eyes.
"You gotta wait her out, wait until she's ready to listen. This isn't about you, you are forcing it too much." Tim looked at Matt like he was a foreign visitor. Matt nodded. You had to wait for Julie to come to you and that's what he was doing at the moment. The guy she wanted, it was up to her. Riggins continued to contemplate and then nodded slowly recognising the wise advice for what it was.
"This strategy is a good one, I can't take another injury," he sighed and attacked his food.
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His hand was on her shoulder. Not that anybody said it was his hand, but she didn't feel tingly like that for anybody else. Lyla turned around and she wasn't surprised when it was Smash. She hated her heart for flipping around when she saw him, and she wanted to kill her skin for getting goose bumps and tingling. "What do you want?" she asked. And he just looked at her, looked in her eyes. He seemed to see everything. She couldn't deal with it, before he responded she walked.
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He had no idea why the hell she was mad at him. What had he done to be on the wrong end of a Garrity glare? He sighed, he opened his lock. He didn't feel like the stupid thing with Julie anymore. He felt like ... he felt like he'd grown as men just being near her. He yearned to run his hands through her long, dark curls. He yearned to kiss her. He yearned to be the only one who could hold her. He wanted to make babies with her. He wanted to make love in a tree. Not that he'd tell her this. He looked in his locker and only saw some useless binders. As he moved around the folders and pencils he knew what he had to do.
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Tim was a little scared. Lois was stalking towards him and his balls had already been assaulted. He would like to have kids some day, and if Lois did what she wanted to , it wasn't going to be a medical possibility. Tim resisted the temptation to guard his balls with his hands.
Lois walked straight up to him and pushed him in the chest.
"I warned you buster," she stood feet apart, hands on her hips yet didn't have any of the appeal of Julie in a royal snit. Tim stood his ground, there was no way this chick was going to damage him.
"You warned me. You're having a go now. You're a good friend. Run along." She sucked in a breath, opened her mouth to say something and froze. Her eyes were moving wildly around in her head as if she were grasping for words. Her shoulders lowered and she looked a tad rejected, she had obviously gotten all worked up for this and had been shot down effectively.
"She's pretty devo you know?" she said quietly.
"Devo?' he had no idea what she was talking about.
"Devastated." He would rather not know.
"I know. What can I do?" she looked up at him in surprise. She read the frustration on his face.
"Just back off Tim, you are not what she needs."
AN – So Lilly and I stalled for a month, or more accurately I did. Let's just say that we wrote Smash's death and then the story died along with the character. We have taken a new direction and the last chapter will be up very soon.