One
Last
Breath-five;
I looked at Patrick and
rolled my eyes. I really wanted to prove to him that I
wasn't interested in Eric anymore. I stood up after I laced
up my cleats. I started walking toward the field, feeling
awkward. They were both looking at me, and I grew more nervous.
Being the smooth person that I am, I tripped over my own
cleats. Eric rushed over in a panic, while Patrick stayed
behind, laughing. I was perfectly fine, just embarrassed.
"Eric, chill, I'm fine," I told him.
"Oh. Well. Okay, sorry," he replied. I tried not to
laugh at his awkwardness.
"No, it's fine. Maybe I shouldn't be
so..."
"Clumsy," Patrick suggested.
I rolled my eyes at that, and laughed. "Yeah. That,"
I replied.
It was then that I noticed Eric looking at me. He could tell
that I was crushing on Pat. He looked truly hurt, and my
heart started to ache.
"Eric, what's the matter, bro?" Pat asked him,
looking concerned.
I smiled on the inside. He cared about his friend's
feelings.
"Nothin', man. I'm gonna head home. I'll see
ya tomorrow," he replied.
He walked away, without looking back. When he was out of sight,
I sat on the grass of the fresh cut field. So did Patrick.
"What did I do?" I asked him.
"I have no idea. I've never seen him so hurt
before."
We were interrupted by the buzzing of his phone.
Eric: idk what 2 do about her, man.
Pat: what do you mean??
Eric: i think im gonna break up with her.
Pat looked up at me, smiled sympathetically, and shook his
head. He showed me the phone. I was a bit relieved, but even
more sad. I was now realizing that I really did love him. What
I didn't do, though, was cry. My tears stayed back. They
would not dare to come out. My phone rang, and I tried not to
look at it. My hands made their way to it, and handed it to
Pat. He read the name, and nodded.
"Hello?"
"Hi."
"What's goin' on?"
"Nothing, but I need you to meet me tomorrow at the
dock."
"Uhm, alright. I'll see you then. Love you,
Eric."
"Oh. Uh. Bye, Vic."
That was possibly the shortest conversation we've ever
had.
