Found it None- Talex (on hold)

tobin

disclaimer: long chapter!! love all you guys and enjoy :D

trigger warning: violence, blood, swearing/ language

i push alex away and turn to my girlfriend who's face held multiple expressions. she was shocked, hurt, surprised even. i was aware that i had absolutely no idea of was going on inside of her head but i knew enough that she wasn't okay at all. and why would she be? i had my hands on another girl. my lips touched those of another girl. today, i ruined a perfectly good relationship. i tore apart the contract of trust with every time alex and i touched. but somehow, it doesn't seem that wrong. whenever i kissed press, i didn't feel the sparks ignite inside my body and adrenaline pumping through my veins with her every touch, or the butterflies fluttering in my gut every time she'd tell me "i love you" . all i could feel were lips on mine. maybe it's my fault. i was lonely, and heartbroken, and desiring revenge from what happened with alex and she was there. she was a person to come home to. she had lips to for me to kiss, a hand to hold. a body to explore, to escape -to forget the pain of unrequited love. i wanted to feel something, and do anything to get alex morgan out of my head. but love doesn't fade away like a stain on your shirt. love doesn't leave you like people do when life gets hard. love doesn't disappear like the cookies you leave out for santa on christmas eve. love stays with you no matter how much you attempt to get rid of it. so that only leaves you with one option: to cope. everyone has a different way of coping. some use alcohol and drugs. some bathe in their own tears, some eat until they want to hurl at the very sight of food. me? i just lie with different girls to deny the gnawing feeling of heartbreak bubbling inside me, it hoping that i become vulnerable and tear me apart afterward. hence, press saved me from the true hurt that was inevitable to be felt and for that, i am grateful. however, a drunk alex morgan threw a wrench in my plans and now christen is sobbing and i'm mentally facepalming for even considering that things would work out between me and the uswnt striker.

"get off her.....press....stop pressing on her!" alex was going into hysterics, "i made a funny!"

"alex," i hissed. "wrong time, wrong place."

christen still wouldn't say a word to either of us. her lips are moving but no sound seems to come out. it's as if she's writing a text but keeps erasing and editing her response. it hurts me to see her like this. even if i wasn't completely infatuated with her. i still care about press as a teammate regardless of us being together. meanwhile, alex is wobbling on her feet and giggling like crazy. it's funny that she out of all people, seems to be off balance, but it's really amazing what kind of an effect alcohol has on someone.

"tobin is mine!" alex slurred as she grabbed press' collar and slammed her on the graffiti covered wall.

"get the fück off me, you crazy intoxicated slut!" press pulled alex's hair and shoved her to the ground. then, she kept throwing alex to the floor. i'm sure you're wondering what i was doing in this situation. i couldn't stand to watch my girlfriend- or should i say ex-girlfriend beat up the love of my life so i did what a sensible person would do and i pushed press off of alex.

"BOTH OF YOU, STOP!" i yelled at the top of my lungs. alex curled up in a ball on the wooden floorboards, blood flowing out of her nostrils and the corner of her mouth. for a minute, time froze. i looked into her eyes and saw a lost girl who just wanted to go home. i saw the woman who might have been mine. i saw my first kiss. i saw my one and only love. in only one glance, i saw my entire world.

press then cracked her knuckles. "really, heath? you're seriously going to tell me what to do after you have the GODDAMN NERVE TO CHEAT ON ME WITH MORGAN?" she spat. christen dug her nails into my face and banged my head against the door repeatedly. i wanted to scream in pain, and yell until my throat was raw and my voice was cracked but deep down, i know i deserve this. she finally stops when blood begins to run down my forehead.

"you really thought we were done? this is just the beginning of what's going to happen to you, tobin," she snarls as she spits blood in my eye. it's times like these where i really wish i was wearing my glasses. i don't feel shocked by her actions, i just feel numb. although, she just smashed a budweiser bottle on both my wrists so physically, it's a much different story. my eyes felt heavy and all i wanted to do was just fall to the floor and let slumber take over me. but then i heard a familiar sound.

"you try and take my girl, you have to get through me first. tobin, i love you and i won't let this bïtch hurt you, yeah you a bítch. fight me, press," alex said.

before press can respond, alex pins her to the ground. "i'm not a goalie, but these arms can do a hell of a lot more damage than you think," she smirks. then, she punches her until both her eyes are black and her face is bruised and bloody.

"now for the specialty...i'm going to kick your ass, you think you can get away with hurting my girl? she's mine, and i love her with everything. i'm going to treat her like a princess," alex begins to kick a nearly unconscious press, moving down from her head to her feet.

i'm lying atop the aftermath of the brawl which consists of blood, debris, and broken glass. my clothes are torn, my makeup is smudged- or completely faded by now and i'm bleeding all over. once alex finishes up with christen she runs over to me and cups my cheeks.

"tobin. my princess, are you okay?" she asks, her eyes filling with worry.

"you're bleeding too, you dumbass," i croak out.

"but not even one tenth as much as you are, tobin."

"how did you sober up so quick?" i ask her, changing the topic.

"i didn't have that much to drink. people tell me i'm a lightweight," alex frowned. "i'm really glad you're okay."

she dusted her hands off, and helped me up. when we were both standing, she pulled me in for a hug. i relax into her embrace as she tightens her arms around my neck and buries her head in my shoulder.

"we should go home," i say. "it's getting pretty late."

she looked at me right in the eye and said, "you are home."