Trouble

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Did I really just leave Robby at a party drunk?

I think to myself if I should, then I turn the car around and start driving back to the party.

I pull up to the house and sit outside for a minute. Should I really do this?

I can hear the music from outside. What if he's mad at me? I mean, I'm mad at him, but I have a reason to be mad...wait...does he?

After a long time of thinking, I pull out of the driveway and drive home.

"Will? What are you doing here?" I ask as I walk inside and see Will laying on the couch.

"What are you doing home so late? And where's your boyfriend?" He asks.

"He's not my boyfriend"

"Make up your damn mind already" Will says.

"You know, I really hate you Will, for what you did to me and Robby." I tell him, and sit down at his feet.

"I know. I hated you too" he admits.

"Why?"

"Because you fucked up and got arrested." He says.

"But why would you take that out on Robby?" I ask.

"I already told you"

I just nod and go upstairs. Right now, I don't care that Robby isn't here. I just don't care.

I wake up around 12:30, to the doorbell ringing. I roll out of bed and walk downstairs. Will wasn't on the couch, and I guess I'm the only one home.

I open the door and see Sam LaRusso.

"Why are you at my house?" I ask.

"Robby got drunk last night. He ran from the party after he got into a fight, did he come back here?" She asks.

"No, he didn't, and I don't care" I say slamming the door in her face, but she stops it with her foot.

"Come on Izzy. I'm not joking"

"Neither am I!" I yell. "He fucked up last night and I haven't seen or talked to him since he called me a whore, so no, Sam. I don't care where he is."

"Okay, but he ends up in trouble, or hurt it's your fault-"

"No sam, it's not. I told him not to get drunk, he did. I told him to come home with me because he was drunk, he didn't. He chose." I say and shut the door. My eyes started filling with water.

Why was I crying over this? I'm mad at him, I'm mad at him, I'm mad at him I keep telling myself.

I'm mad at him

But was he okay?

No, stop. I'm mad at him.

I couldn't help it. My eyes started pouring tears. Why was this bothering me so much?

My alarm on my phone went off, it was time for karate.

I grab my bag and water before getting in the car. When I get there, almost everyone else was already there.

"Look who decided to showed up" Tory says as I walk in.

"I made it on time, fuck off." I tell her. I hear something in the back room, so I drop my bag and walk back there.

I walk into Robby benching some weights. I walk behind him so I was at his head and I put my hands under the bar.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Spotting you, be fucking thankful" I tell him. "What are you doing?"

He puts the bar back on the rack, "Getting over this headache" he says, taking a sip of his water.

"From your hangover?" I ask.

"Yes"

"So the cops didn't come last night?"

"No they did, I just made it out of there before they got to me" Robby admits.

"You're just lucky" I say walking back out to the dojo. "Where's Mason? I mean I'm happy he's not here but where is he?"

"He quit" Tory tells me. "He joined eagle fang."

"What the hell is eagle fang?" I ask.

"Johnnys dojo" she says. "So you forgave Robby?"

"I never said that"

"Well you just walked up to him and started talking." She says.

"Yeah, and I'm talking to you right now, see? it doesn't mean anything." I snap and walk over to my spot in line.

After practice, I walk over to the back room. Robby was back to bench pressing.

"I still hate you" was my leading sentence. "But I can't let you stay in our karate dojo's storage room in a sleeping bag"

"How'd you know?" He asks. I point over to the corner, where there was a sleeping bag spread out and his bag next to it.

He starts to put the bar back and I help him. "And why do you still hate me?"

"Because you got drunk"

"That's it?" He asks. Robby sits up, and his tank top hugs his body perfectly.

"You really don't remember?" I ask him and he shakes his head no. I sit down on the bench so I'm facing him. "I tried to stop you from drinking and doing something stupid, and you called me a fucking whore. Ring any bells?"

"I said that?"

"Yeah, I just said you did"

"Sorry" he says looking off into space.

"Bullshit!" I yell. "Look me in the eyes and say that you're sorry for getting drunk and calling me a whore"

He turns his head and grabs one of my hands. "I'm sorry for getting drunk and calling you a whore. I was scared that I'd turn into a drunkie like my dad and ruin all the good things in my life like he did."

"You're not like your dad" I tell him. "For one, I love you, and two, I want to beat him into the ground"

He smiles, and we make deep eye contact.

"Shit, you stink. You need a shower." I say smiling. I stand up and grab his hands. We grab our stuff and walk outside.