Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 22 - Complicated Feelings

~Gassy's POV~

I feel like a mess. Ohm's words continue to echo in my mind over and over and I can't help but still feel angry he would ask me if I still loved him. What does he think? He's the one who continually asks for me to leave him and yet he tells me he still has feelings for me, just how the hell am I supposed to know how he feels? Time after time I told him that he just needs to say the word and I'd take him back any day and yet he doesn't even know about my fucking-... I sigh, irritated and with a growing desire to just avoid the guy for good. Having shifted my attention to Chilled was a lot more calming, but he had to approach me and ask such a thing... just how am I supposed to ignore such a ridiculous question. Suddenly the door opens and I snap my head up, almost expecting Ohm to come in like always with the same old polite smile but instead it's another sergeant. I'm too paranoid, but I'm expecting for Ohm to walk in acting like usual only hurting me more.

"Have you heard the rumor?" the sergeant suddenly asks and I turn up to him and raise an eyebrow. He sighs and leans onto my desk with an excited expression. "Seems like Ohm has a fiancee from back home. Not a lovey dovey one but an assigned marriage," he whispers glancing around like he's expecting Ohm to be hiding under my desk or something. I stare at him and roll my eyes, sitting back.

"Yeah, yeah, you were all making rumors about him looking like a rich kid when he first came. Do you know where he is?" The sergeant pouts when I crush his dreams but he just looks away seeming childish how he pouts.

"I saw him yelling on the phone, seems like he was in a fight with someone. He seemed a bit off, maybe you should check up on him," the sergeant suggests and I nearly laugh out loud at it but when he seems serious I feel a slap of reality. Ohm, feeling off? He never shows others when he's off and I can only tell because I know him well. If someone else noticed something must be really-... As much as my mind continues to wish and believe that it's all due to our conversation I smack the thought out of my head. He seemed perfectly fine when he left, he couldn't have shown someone else he was off unless he was caught unexpecting which he hardly is. If I'd have to label anyone as the most paranoid bastard who can sense a sniper from miles it'd definitely be Ohm. The sergeant stares at me for a while seeming curious as I stay silent and go through all of these possibilities in mind I quickly shake it off and wave to him.

"No he'll be fine on his own. Go and do your work," I order and altough he seems hesitant he nods and leaves, leaving me all to myself. Tired, I get up from my desk and leave my office which is beginning to grow stuffy. Damn it Ohm, why do you have this affect on me after I've been avoiding you lately? I'll just do what I always do, distract myself with Chilled who may just be even more troublesome than Ohm but he's so much easier to speak with without getting hurt. Before I head over I turn noticing Ohm talking on the phone like he is often these days. He seems.... Not very happy. Rather, he seems very upset with whatever he's hearing. That sergeant was right, he does seem troubled. More than that he actually looks troubled like an ordinary person. Its a bit unsettling. He heads off in another direction after noticing another corporal walk by, seeking oddly suspicious now. Speaking of suspicious, I stretch before heading down the steps to the cells. Opening the door I notice Chilled just laying down seeming bored out of his mind. Seeing his relaxed position I almost feel jealous for his carefree attitude.

"Hey Chilled," I call out and he immediately sits up, seeming to brighten up at my company from being alone here for so long it makes sense.

"Hey Gassy. How's life on the surface?" He asks and I just roll my eyes, dragging a nearby chair closer to the cell and sit leaning on the back. I honestly don't want to think about life on the surface with the several missions and absolute stress going around. Especially seeing Nanners come back in pretty bad shape, it doesn't do too well with everyone's already panicked state and my own weak state due to Ohm. I need to snap the fuck out, Ohm is the one who always calms me down and returns me to my confident self but he's hardly been doing that lately. Relying on him shouldn't be a thing in the first place, maybe it's the fact I rely on him so much that he would grow tired of me and just quit... I don't even know what he's doing right now but if he truly wanted to break up with me he would have done it himself, there's something holding him back whether it's guilt or lingering feelings I don't want to think about it. I focus my attention on Chilled and sigh as I find the answer to his question.