Love's Good Champion (A Love By Chance FF)

Ch . 04 Feline Fiasco (Champ)

Getting up is the feat of the century, it is always a feat when my alarm begins blaring at me. But as yesterday's events begin leaking into my weary brain a warm feeling settles into the pit of my stomach. I wonder how I should approach him today. Then my stomach clenches as I remember his tears. How upset will he be that I wasn't there?

I sit up with a heavy sigh and swing my legs off the bed. My feet hit the ground and I hunch over my legs and bring my hand up to scratch the back of my head. Sitting there I take stock of all I know about Good. It is close to nothing. He rarely speaks, and when he does it's as if he is in slow motion. Can also seems to be his only friend, or the only person I've ever seen him with at least. He always seems to be a million miles away. Did that mean he was someone who worried about things a lot?

"Right now you're the one worrying too much about things, Ai'Champ." I mumble to myself as I rub my palms into my eyes trying to clear the sleep away. As I think about what I could say to explain my absence to Good I get up and ready myself for the school day.

After I'm showered, teeth brushed, clothed, and bag packed, I head to the kitchen. I grab an apple and a banana from the little basket of fruit I keep by the fridge and quickly head out. My keys are the last thing in my hand. Just before I lock the door I check to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. Once I have ensured that my phone is in my pocket I lock the door and check it thrice before heading to my vespa.

I feel my phone going off as I mount it. With a sigh I grab my backpack and unzip it before throwing the fruit in there and closing it up. I secure the straps on my shoulders and put my helmet on before turning my vespa on and driving to my college campus.

Even this early in the morning the sun is shining down on my little neighborhood and I can tell it is going to be a hot day. Maybe I could take Good out today as an apology, I should have enough time before my work shift today to do something with him. We could have our first date, if he even still wanted to be with me after breaking our first promise.

As soon as I park, my ears continue ringing as if the fast wind was still blowing past me. Ignoring the weird empty feeling of the much tamer warm breeze, I take my helmet off and finally check my phone. There are two messages from different people. I tap on the first thread.

Ai'Clueless'Cute'No AM 7:02:

I'm waiting by the field. Type says

he's gonna make you come but he

will be mad at me if I take your money

☹. Ai'Champ it's ok if you don't have

anything to help with.

My eyebrows come together at the change in his tune from yesterday and I wonder what wise proverb Type could have used on him. I decide to let him keep stewing and don't text him back as I get off my vespa and begin walking to the field. I tap on the other thread to see what Type could possibly have tried luring me with.

Ai'So'Stong'Type AM 7:01:

What have you done to Ai'Good?

I thrust my phone into my pocket and pick up my pace to the field until I am nearly running. If Type is asking a question like that I could only imagine how upset Good is. Is he crying right now just as much as he had yesterday? Had I managed to make him cry twice in less than 24 hours?

When I make it to the field I can see four figures by the walls to the stands. They are huddled around who I can only guess is Good leaning on the wall probably too upset to hold himself up like yesterday. It had been so hard to see him cry, especially knowing I had been causing him all this pain.