Black to the Past

Chapter 11

"So," Wilson's friend Miles started, "you and the ice queen?"

"What are you talking about," Wilson dared him to continue. They were headed to the locker room for football conditioning. Wilson was the biggest and strongest on the team. Not many would continue talking after being challenged by Wilson but Miles had known Wilson for too long to be intimidated.

"Your girl. You've had an itch for her for a while now," Miles continued talking as he opened the door for Wilson to step in.

"What makes you say that?" Wilson stopped just short of the door. He didn't want to make Halle locker room talk.

"I saw you walking with her in the hallway. Were the two of you holding hands?" Miles, who was eye to eye with Wilson, asked him with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

"We're not going to finish this conversation in there. She was hurt. I took her to the nurse. That's all," Wilson looked at Miles as if to let him know that he'd had enough and it was time to stop.

"Man, this must be serious," Miles laughed as he dodged a punch to his chest causing Wilson to hit the door. Miles ran into the locker room. Wilson waited until he got a hold of himself.

If he made a big deal out of the situation, Halle's name would be smeared all over the locker room and surely she'd get wind of it. If he didn't say anything, maybe Miles would let it go. Wilson took the high road and let it go. Miles didn't utter a word after he saw the look on Wilson's face when he entered the locker room.