In the Sub-basement Hospital, Trinity was sitting on a stool, beside the cot of the boy who was currently suffering from a coma. Blake and several other members of her group of friends had told her that talking out your problems with him would lower your stress levels and made controlling your mutation easier. Now normally Trinity would just confide in Max, but since he had left, she had nobody to talk things out with.
"Look, I'm sure you don't want to hear about my relationship problems, but somebody has to..." She started quietly not hearing the Hospital door open behind her, "I miss my boyfriend a lot and I miss my best friend too!" She continued sighing softly.
Behind her, Jamie was standing silently, listening to her as she pled her case. He was surprised by the tone in her voice, he had never heard her sound so guilty before.
"I tried to frame Jamie... He could have been kicked out of school for it and he has nowhere else to go!" She added tears hanging in the corners of her eyes but not falling, "Then Max took the fall for me... He knew that he wouldn't get in as much trouble as I would have if I had been caught... I probably would have been kicked out for good!" She told him chuckling slightly.
It took everything Jamie had not to laugh out loud knowing that she was right. Trinity was famous around the institute for getting in trouble and that probably would've been the last straw for her. That was part of the reason that Jamie liked her though, was her temper. She used it for good, sticking up for her friends, just as often as she used it for evil.
"I won't apologize for what would've happened to Clara though..." She said very matter-of-factly, "Kurt, Blake, Kitty, and Ruby, all told me that she has had her eye on Jamie for a while, so I guess it's not his fault..." She finished, transforming into a small striped cat then jumping down from her perch and stretching on the floor.
Before she got the chance to turn around, Jamie had slipped out the door and was heading to the backyard to find Bobby and ask him what he thought he should say to Trinity.
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Evan, Shylow, Kurt, Piotr, and Bobby were all sitting on the steps outside on the back lawn. Jamie walked up to them looking frustrated and a little confused.
"What's up Jay?" Bobby asked him as he sat down near them.
Jamie sighed loudly and looked over at a group of girls that currently contained Meradith, Clara, Chastity, and Anna.
"I just overheard Trinity telling Coma boy that she misses me and that she feels bad for getting Max in so much trouble!" He told them looking over at the doors of the mansion.
The door swung open, and Trinity came walking out, looking back and forth from the boys to the other group of girls.
"So... she tried to get you expelled!" Evan told him shaking his head at the blonde headed girl who was standing nearby.
"I don't think she realized that could-" Jamie started but halted quickly hearing someone shout behind him.
He turned to see Clara walking toward Trinity.
"What's wrong Pickpocket, staring at something you can't have?" Clara called to her making everyone on the yard turn to look.
"Nope... I was going to apologize to him and unlike you, be mature about it!" She told the other girl and started to turn around.
"Look back here, I'm not finished yet you slut!" Star Shatter cried at the shape shifter loudly making Trinity see red.
Just as Trinity turned and started to swing, she felt two sets of arms grab her and pull her away from the fight.
"Stop!" Chastity yelled at them all, "Just get lost Trin, Clare- You don't need another fight on your records..." She told them both.
Trinity turned to see that both Chastity and Jamie were holding her back. Jamie looked at her apologetically and nodded in agreement with the younger girl.
Trinity nodded slowly and shook them off, but just before she turned to walk away, she moved forward and slapped Clara as hard as she could without breaking any of the other girls' teeth. Then she turned on her heels and walked away.
She wasn't going to fight anymore; she knew it wasn't worth her time.