A Little Game

Part 8

I tended to my wounds a little more and met up with Daisy and Carol for a late lunch. They gasped when they saw me and rushed forward. "Omg, are you okay? What happened? Do you need a doctor? Did you fall? When did you fall?" They flooded me with questions but I just dismissed them with a chuckle and reassurance "I just slipped, it's nothing to get worked up about." They seemed to relax a little and we took our seats at a table. I could see Jack sitting at a table nearby and I waved. He frowned and turned away. What is his problem? I turned back to the table confused and saw my friends looking at me weirdly. "What?" I asked. "Why'd you wave to him, Chandler? Don't you hate him?" Daisy responded. I laughed in response thinking they were joking. They knew I liked Jack. "Very funny, but seriously, it seems like he hates me." They looked at eachother like I had been living under a rock.. "What?" I repeated, now slightly annoyed. "Do you seriously not know? Brock told Jack that you hated him and thought he was annoying." I choked on my water in disbelief. "He did what?" I practically yelled standing up and slamming my seat back. I searched through the crowd of people staring at me and my eyes landed on Brock sitting right next to Jack. I hadn't noticed him there before. I stormed over to him, grabbed him by the shirt, and dragged him away from the table.

"What the hell is your fucking problem!" I spat at him. I was fuming with anger and could feel heat rising. He was caught off guard and stuttered. "I'm so through with your bullshit!" I yelled. "I... It was..." He hung his head defeated. "It was what? Finish your damn sentence." All he did was shake his head. "That's it? You've got nothing to say? Nothing?" I pushed him aside and stormed past him, ignoring the eyes glued on me.

I finally reached our room and locked the door. Ugh. I paced the room. Back and forth and back and forth. There was no way Jack was going to believe me. I paused. What did I just do? No no no no no no. I had gotten all worked up over Jack, and thrown a fit. Crap. I ran as fast as I could to the restaurant, passing 2 flights of stairs and crashing into 3 people. When I got there I collapsed at Brock's table. "I'm" I panted, trying to slow my breath I continued. "I'm sorry." Another long breath. "I didn't mean to throw a fit." I continued gasping for air but before I could finish Jack cut me off with a laugh. "Hah, don't worry Brock filled all of it. Too bad he ruined the little skit. You're putting on quite a show." He smiled. "Wha-" I started but Brock stopped me. "Ya. I told everyone all about how we thought it would be hilarious to play a prank on them." He winked and mouthed sorry. I nodded and walked off. Everybody was looking at me smiling. He'd fixed everything. Given he did start it but I would get over it. I sat back down with my friends, a slight red on my face. Daisy gave me a light push and smiled, "why didn't you tell us anything, we would've totally been with it!" I just smiled and shook my head.

As we finished up dinner me and Brock locked eyes. He turned away quickly. Okay, be like that I guess. I knew we'd see each other later so there was no point in him acting like a child now. I stayed and talked with my friends for a little then headed over to the room.