Physical Communication

Chapter 7

I was fuming the rest of the day. I was snapping at people. Scout was half tempted to send me home. But I think he knew just like I did that going home to be alone was probably worse. I just keep playing it over in my head. How he didn’t explain anything or seem to care. I keep wondering what happened. Blair said he was fine when she went home…so what happened between then and this morning?

I think we were all a little relieved when the day was over. After everyone left I stayed behind to clean up. I was wasting time before going home. Maybe I should go home and drown my thoughts with mindless tv. I hear thunder and I curse to myself as I walk outside to the beginning of a downpour. Because of the nice weather this morning I walked to work. A decision I am greatly regretting right now.

I step down and start walking down the sidewalk. I am put on guard when a car pull up next to me and stays with me until I stop and look at them. The passenger door opens and I look to see who is inside.

[get in]

Part of me knows I should keep walking but damn that cat and it’s deathwish for curiosity. Half soaked to the bone, I sit down and shut the door. You can only expect it to be a quiet drive, the only communications being my directions to my apartment building. He parks the car.

[Thanks]

[I came back to apologize.]

This surprises me more than him showing up in the first place. I just stare at him, give a nod to continue.

[I got into a fight last night. I didn’t think it would be an issue. I’m sorry.]

[why?]

He glanced away before replying.

[does not matter.]

[It cannot happen again. I was serious when I said Scout would kick you out.]

[ok.]

There is so much I want to say and ask but as the silence grows I start to wonder if it’s my place to ask.

[thanks again.]

[no problem]

I open the door and dash inside. He is taking off before I ever make it inside. Once in my apartmentI lean back on the door. That man is exhausting. He is infuriating. I am constantly flipping back and forth between wanting to punch him in the face and pulling that handsome face to mine and kissing it.

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A few hours later I am finishing up a movie and setting up for dinner at Scout’s place. The table is quieter than usual. I can’t help that I still seem to be deep in thought over what happened early with Adam.

“Serena wants to know how things are going with Adam.”

“Great.” … “Good.”

Blair and I speak at the same time. Serena almost spits out her drink and Scout looks back and forth between me and Blair. I look at her too and her cheeks are on fire. Wow it takes a lot to embarrass Blair. I turn my attention back to Scout and shrug.

“I guess you should have specified. Blair and Adam have been seeing each other for about a week now.”

Everyone looks at me. I don’t quite understand what they are thinking.

“Oh, umm…cool.” Scout shrugs and goes back to eating.

[Both]

Neither one of us answers so Scouts speaks up for us.

“Well I would say by the way Warren snapped this morning and Adam left, skipping their training today; I would say training isn’t going so well.”

Serena and Blair’s eyes are on me now.

[What happened?]

“He came in with busted knuckles. So I sent him home.”

Scout doesn’t look happy and gives me a glance that confirms questions will be asked later.

“I took care of it. It won’t happen again.”

He simply nods. We’ve been at this together long enough to know neither one of us tolerate fighting outside of the ring except in defense.

[He got in a fight last night?] Serena asks Blair.

“Why does everyone think I know what happened?” She scowls at me.

She still isn’t happy with the way I talked to her early on the phone. She has had a hard edge to her attitude all evening. That’s the thing about Blair; she doesn’t do anything less than one hundred percent. When she is happy everyone knows it and if she is upset it can’t go unnoticed.

“And how do you know we have been seeing each other for the past week? I only told Serena. We’ve only gone out twice now.”

“I saw the two of you at the bar over the weekend.” I simply say. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I can’t lie, I'm a little hurt that she didn’t. We have grown really close and these are the kinds of things we talk about. As much as it sucks it would have been nice to have a little bit of a heads up. Walking into that bar and being blind sided like that is probably why it bothers me more than anything else.

“Well since everyone knows why don’t we all go out this weekend?!” Blair beams with excitement.

Well that was a mood change if I ever saw one. We all agree. I don’t know why I agree. It sounds like torture but I guess it’s better than sitting at home alone. And honestly how bad could it be.