Through Good and Bad

Feelings

        As I jumped off something grasped my wrist. More like someone, why did he save me, I thought. He has no reason to save me, I thougt he hated everyone and he was a cold hearted leader. I looked into his blue eyes as he pulled me up by my wrist, once I was up high enough he grabbed my waist and pulled me rest of the way up. Once I was over the railing I expected him to let go of me and walk away, but he didn't do either.

        He kept his hands gripped on my waist and said in a whisper barely audible, ¨why would you jump? Why would you do this?¨ Maybe it was just me, but he actually looked a little hurt. I just stared at him and tried to form words, but nothing would come to mind.

        Finally something came to me, ¨thank you for catching me, but maybe I wanted to jump. Maybe things happened that I just don't want to remember. Now I have a question for you. Why did you save me? How did you even know I was here?¨

        He looked at me with a worried look on his face. Then he said, ¨I came here to clear my head and obviously you did to. But, what do you have that you want to get away from? What could possibly be so bad?¨ He was questioning to far and I didn't want him to know what it was that was going through my mind all the time.

        ¨Thanks, but I have to go back to sleep. Don't we have training tomorrow? I have to be well rested.¨ With that I left him staring as I walked back to the accomidations. I don't know why, but when he had his hands were on my waist I felt safe. I felt butterflies when he looked at me. But why did he care about me of all people? I keep asking myself this question, but I never can find the answer. 

        The next day we went to the training room and I was training on the orange punching bag, when he came over. I felt his eyes boring into the back of my head. I was punching the punching bag when he told me, ¨Your never going to win like that. Your to weak.¨ He stated. 

        ¨Thanks. I feel so much better.¨ Dripping the sarcasm from my voice.  As soon as I went to punch the bag he grabbed my waist, ¨First off, when you punch, use your upper body. And get the right stance. You have a bad habbit of not getting in the correct form. This is why you haven't won a fight yet.¨ He told me.

        ¨Ok, then be the leader and teach me the right way and quit standing their.¨ I was getting angrier. 

        ¨Watch how you speak to me. I don't care who you think you are, but I'm a leader. You have no right to talk to me that way.¨ He said voice rising with each syllable. So I just shook my head and he demonstrated what to do and how to do it. Afterwards, they called for a fight. ¨First Jumper and Last Jumper.¨ Four called. Well, I was first and the person I hated most was fighting me. Dean, he made his point clear that he didn't like me. As we got on the mat to fight, he began to torment me. 

        ¨Come on Stiff, I'll take it easy on you if you do one thing right now. Admit your scared and I'll go easy on you. 

        ¨Stop playing around Dean, get to fighting.¨ Eric was getting impatient. So he did just that, he lunged at me. I dodged quickly and tripped him. He fell to the floor and I took my advantage. I got on top of him and started pucnhing him in the face, thinking of everything that could make me made, but I could only think of one thing before he shoved me. My head hit the floor hard, he got on top of me and started punching me. He stood up and started kicking my ribs and he would stop. Finally, I got up and I threw my fists up to guard myself and he laughed. Just what I was waiting for. I punched him in the throat and kicked him where it counts and he fell to the floor. After that, I kicked him until my hearts's content, but didn't get very far when someone was suddenly pulling me off. They spun me around and I looked up into his eyes.

        ¨Four take him to the infirmary, you come with me. this day is over. Oh and the winner is Rose.¨ He yelled he still had a hold of me and as I was looking away he turned back to me and asked, ¨What made you fight like that? I saw your eyes they were filled with pure hatred.¨ 

        ¨Like you care. Let me go so I can go to the infirmary.¨ He just shook his head. ¨What?¨

        ¨Like I would let you go there, he's their and you might kill him. And by the way, who said I didn't care?¨ He nodded his head the way to the door and told me to follow him. We walked for awhile before I had to stop and catch my breath. He looked at me and held out a hand that I took gratefully. Instead, he just put my arm around my neck and put his arm around my waist and helped me up the stairs. We stopped infront of a door and he took out his keys and opened. We walked into what I assumed was his apartment. 

        He led me to the bathroom and picked me up to set me on the sink. When he reached around me to get something out of the cabinet, our faces were mere inches apart. I think he noticed because he grabbed what was in the cabinet and pulled back. Producing a tub of cream, he took off the lid and got some on his thumb and went to put it on my face. I jerked back which caused pain to erupt in my side and I grimaced. 

        ¨Don't worry it will get rid of the bruises quicker.¨ So I let him put the cream on my face. To do that he had to come closer so he could reach me and he was so close I could see the specks of gray in his blue eyes. When he was done he put away the tub and stood their. He looked all over my face as if memorizing it. Then he looked down at my lips and started to lean in. I was panicking, was he about to kiss me? Am I going to kiss him?

        So Eric has already hinted that he cares for Rose and now there about to kiss. Do you think they will kiss?

Will Eric confess his love for Rose?

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