Duck In The Battlefield

His What

Chapter 34

I was in denial, maybe even a little suicidal when I marched into the gym and told Drake I had a match against Supreme Division in two days and was going to go have fun instead of training. He too seemed shocked by this information because he just stared at me as I turned around and walked outside the gym.

For once it wasn't some cocky thing, I wanted to honestly enjoy the short life I will have left. So I wanted to spend it with someone I actually cared about, and that's why I was currently heading to the cafeteria to find Junior... so I can get Chase's number, as if I'd like that shrimp.

Junior was sitting down eating breakfast by the back, his face concentrated on his laptop.

"So what are you doing Agent J," I said playfully as I sat down in the empty seat in front of him.

He didn't even bother to look up at me as he continued to madly type away. "I'm designing your match and no you can't see. Go away," he responded just as I nearly jumped out of my seat to see.

"What! At Least make it a good location for a short person....How about in a cornfield?" I said in full seriousness. Junior however broke into a smile and sighed when he realized I wasn't going away.

He shut his laptop and tied it into the bag strapped around his left torso.

"What do you want?" He ask readjusting his glasses on his face. For some reason he got glasses that were way to big for his face.

"Chase's number," I said with a toothy grin.

"You two were alone and you didn't even get his number. It went badly didn't it," Junior says very judgmentally.

I scoffed but still didn't deny it. I don't think t went horrible but it was definitely not my best moments, and I have a lot.

"Just give me his number I'm thinking... of well confessing," I said rubbing behind my ear as I flushed red at the thought.

Since this morning after Junior told me I was fighting I started thinking of how I have been taking all these chances and no matter how crazy I'm happy now. Chase was distant because he doesn't know me and I want him to know me. I want him to open up to me and for us to be friends if that's how we have to start.

"Don't." Junior said his face serious.

I couldn't help the punch that I shot straight at his arm. His face contorted in pain as he held it closer to him. With a beet red face he glared at me. I forgot he was weak.

"I'm sorry but you do it everyday why can't I?" I said holding back my own fist that was trying to punch him. Now that I could it was very tempting.

"You're a stalker, you claim to have been in love with him since you were in the 8th grade and he just met you. If I were him I'd call the police," Junior says his eyes softening as I hunch down in my seat.

"Besides you don't know the real Chase. I like you and I don't want you to get hurt," Junior says standing up with his tray in hand. He gives me a small smile and leaves.

I hated when people were cryptic it makes me feel like I'm back in 6th grade. It also gives me the chance to go against what someone wants from me and I only have them to blame for not clearing spelling it out for me. This is what I did when I moved along to Mary's table.

"Can you give me Chase's number?" I asked her before I even noticed that she looked strangely happy for someone who was blackmailed less than three days ago.

"Sure,' she replied going into her phone and showing me the number. I transferred it and looked back up to find Luke sitting beside her his arm wrapped over her shoulder.