Crucible {ON HOLD}

Chapter 5: Surprises

After Tobin dropped Alex off at her room, she felt like she needed to go for a quick late night jog. She kept the sweatshirt on because there was a slight breeze out, but mostly because it was filled with Christen's sweet aroma, which was a plus and it was also comfortable to wear. She was distancing herself farther away from the hotel because she wanted to get away. After clocking in five miles, she found a nearby bench to rest on. Five miles was child's play for Tobin, she didn't even break a sweat. After having lunch with Alex, she had to get some alone time for herself. There was something about her that intrigued Tobin. Tobin looked around making sure that it was safe enough to call Abby.

"Day 1 went pretty well. I asked Alex if she wanted to go out to lunch and she said yes, surprisingly. I brought up the family topic but it seems to be like a sensitive one, I'll have to get closer to her for sure." Tobin informed.

"Good." Abby said. "Any particular reason why you're out so late?"

Tobin almost forgot that she had the GPS tracker on her. "Just needed to go loosen up my muscles. Is that a problem since you're tracking me every single second of your life?" Tobin said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Seems unusual to you. Everything going alright? Remember you have four days left."

"Yeah, everything's fine. I'll update you later. I have to go." It was getting close to eleven o'clock and she wondered if anyone noticed that she was gone so Tobin jogged back to the hotel. She was nearing the hotel when she stopped abruptly. "What the hell do you want, Servando? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Tobin asked in annoyance as she turned around.

"I could ask you the same thing." He countered.

"Seriously, what do you want?" Tobin sighed.

He looked at her weirdly and then smirked, "Why are you wearing a Stanford sweatshirt?"

"I had nothing else to wear." Tobin stated. It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a complete lie.

"No way, is that Christen's? Are you guys hooking up already?"

"She let me borrow it from her and we are definitely not hooking up." Tobin couldn't help but laugh to herself. "Well, good talk." She said as they entered the lobby. They made their way to the elevator door and Tobin pressed the button with the arrow pointing up.

"Wait," Servando said as he tugged her arm back. The elevator doors parted.

Tobin roughly pushed his arm away, "Don't touch me, asshole. Or it will end badly for you." She didn't even try to keep her voice down because the hotel lobby was completely deserted with only a few dim lights lit up. She stepped into the elevator. He stayed in his position.

"Hey, I'm only trying to warn you." Servando is someone not to be trusted. He must have the nerve to think that she would actually believe for a second that whatever comes out of his mouth is true.

"Do me a favor, Servando, and fuck off." Tobin said before the elevator doors closed tightly. It was dark on floor five but Tobin managed to find her room. She inserted the room key and opened the door as quietly as possible, practically tiptoeing to her bed. She kicked off her shoes and left them by her duffel bag. Tobin was having a difficult time blocking out her feelings, when a perfect Christen Press was sleeping right in front of her like an absolute angel, but she reminded herself that she was here for one thing and one thing only: Alex Morgan. She climbed under the sheets and dozed off trying to take her mind off of everything single thought racing through her brain.