Walking all the way into the room, I try my best to ignore the fact that he is shirtless. I walk to the empty bed that resides next to his. Setting my overnight and messenger bag down on the bed, I let out a long stress out sigh.
"The bathrooms all your if you want it."
"Thanks." I said, laying on the bed. Why did I have to share a room with him?
"You okay?"He asked, putting a black shirt on.
"No. Derek. I'm not okay." Yeah. I know. I sounded harsh, but like I said. I wasn't his biggest fan right now.
"Anything I can help with?" I sat up then.
"I think you've helped quite enough today. Don't you think?" He sighed, and sat in front of me on my bed.
"Look Spencer. I know your mad about what Rossi said, earlier, but you have to understand that I would never jeopardize your place on this team." I laughed out of spite. "That's bull Derek, and you know it." He made a face. "Excuse me?"
"If you wanted to save my job, you wouldn't be leading me on the way you are." There it was. I said it. He swallowed hard.
"I told you. I just needed time." I stood up.
"Time? Time for what Derek? You broke up with me. You left me. You used all that time up when you said it's over. You get no more time."
I was hot mad now. He stood up then. He seemed inches taller than me then. "You have every right to be mad at me right now." 'Damn straight!' I thought as I shook my head in agreement.
"But Spencer you don't understand." "Understand what?" He stopped talking then. "Understand what Derek?" I said, stepping closer to him. He sighed. Throwing his hands up in surrender. "Forget it." He said, as he sat back on my bed. "No. Tell me!"
I was tired of all the half said conversations. "Just forget it Spencer." "What are you not telling me?" I said, calming down. He stared at me for a second. Pleading me with his eyes just to drop it, but I wasn't. "Nothing." "Your lying." I said, calling him out on it right away. He looked down from my gaze then.
"You know what? You're right. I am being an ass by treating you the way that I am. It's selfish of me to just want you when I feel like it, and expect you to just be there for me. I did break up with you, and I did hurt you." He looked up at me then. "And I'm sorry Reid. I really really am. And I promise you that it won't happen again." His voice so sincere, and stern.
He got up from my bed then. "I'm going to bed now. Either you can do the same, or you can take that shower. Makes no difference to me."
He walked to his own bed, and moved the stuff that was piled up on it, to the floor. As he laid in bed, he looked back over at me. "Goodnight Kid." My eye twitched at that word. 'Kid.'
That meant that he was serious about not leading me on anymore. He was really going to keep it professional, or at least try to. He turned to his side, and became silent. I watched him for a minute or so, just thinking about the conversation that we just had. I sighed, and shook my head of all the questions that were popping up inside it. I grabbed my overnight bag, and heading for the bathroom. I wouldn't get much sleep tonight.