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Part 26

So, here I am. Hurriedly walking down the disinfectant ridden hallway of Hobbert Memorial Hospital. I can't find his room anywhere. She said 213 but I can't find a 2-fucking-13. Okay. So, while I'm searching, let me explain what happened...

It started at the football game. Carson and I got here a little early, but then he up and disappeared. I've texted him several times, no response and the only thing going through my mind right now is that he's getting a blowjob from some feline faggot. I know he wouldn't do that to me...mostly. Brent fucked me up pretty bad. I actually told him that earlier today in the halls when he corned me. That and many other explicit things that most mothers would hide from their children. He told me he was sorry and that he just wanted me back. I told him to pretty much fuck off. I may have also told him I hope he gets run down at the game today. I know, probably going a little too far. Don't sink down to his level. I get it. He just pisses me off, s'all.

"Miss me?" the husky's voice resonated behind me.

Carson stepped over the long metal bench I was on and plopped down next to me. "Where'd you go?"

"To get us food," he replied with a burger. He held it out to me with a smile. "Where'd you think I was?"

I grabbed the burger with a smile. "Nowhere."

"Gonna be a good game apparently," Carson said after biting into his own burger. "I don't care much for American football, but Centennial is supposed to be an awesome school. I heard most of their players are getting scholarships."

"Really?"

"Yeah. From what Alex said; the defense is amazing."

"Guess Brent's got his work cut out for him."

He tore off another piece of his burger. "Mhm. He should be fine."

"I hope not," I muttered to myself.

Earlier that day, walking out of class, Brent cornered me in the empty stairwell. Well, corralled was more like it.

"What do you want?" I said with a slight growl.

His ears drooped a bit. "I...yesterday, I- I just wanted to tell you that I still lo- like you."

I glared at him. "You should've thought about that when you fucked my friend in the mouth. Or did you fuck him someplace else, too?"

"No. No, it was only the blowjob."

"Twice."

He looked away from me. "Yeah...twice."

There was a brief silence before I spoke up. "What do you want from me? To be in a relationship with someone who treats me like shit? No Brent."

"But-"

"No." He turned and muttered something about thinking I was 'different'. "God. I hope you get trampled at tonight's game, asshole!" I called after him.

He was already at the door. He ignored me and pushed the door out with enough force to leave an echo for several seconds.

You handled yourself nicely.

Shut up.

Now, sitting with Carson, my tail playing tag with his, I think I went a bit too far. Yes, he was a dick. Yes, this won't matter beyond "experience". And, yes, he did screw me over multiple times. But I shouldn't go down to his level. Mother didn't raise no cynical asshole. Well, she kind of did, but that's beside the point.

No, it kind of is the point.

Asshole.

Exactly!

Carson brought me back into reality. "What're you thinking about?"

"Hm? Ah, it's nothing."

"It's not 'nothing'." Carson's been getting better while we're in public. He'll actually drape his arm around me sometimes. But if someone looked over at us, well, you can guess what happens. He put a warm paw on my back and rubbed a little before lowering it. I wonder if someone was looking.

"Just...Between Kit and Brent-"

"Had he been bothering you?"

Brent he means. "He just said something to me earlier."

"Like?"

"I can take care of myself-"

"I know you can-"

"Then why ask?"

It was in these times I wish it was in my nature to either apologize or get up and cool off. Sadly, neither were.

"I just want to make sure you're okay," he replied with challenging eyes.

I wanted to tell him off, not specifically him, I would do it to honestly anyone at this point. Between work, college applications, worrying about colleges, Kit not talking to me, Brent thinking we still have a shot, and Carson. I know he's hiding something from me. I don't know what it is. I even ventured and asked him one time, but he cast it off like it was nothing.

"I just want to make sure you're okay."

He studied me before answering. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"There's something you're not telling me and godamnit it hurts. And don't tell me that it's nothing. I'm honest with you all of the fucking time."

His ears drooped. "I already told you I don't know what you're talking about."

"Fucking, Carson, don't. You know damn well what I'm talking about. I found the-"

"Can we not do this here? After the game, when you come over, then we'll talk. Okay?"

I wanted to talk now, but this was the best I was going get. "Fine."

That was the end of that. For now, that is. The game started about ten minutes later, which meant an awkward silence with both of us just checking Inxstagram (I went on Kit's, but he hadn't uploaded much, just one post about a little vacation he took with his family a couple weeks back). Our team finally took the field with Brent barking out orders. Carson was right, the defense was pretty good. Brent got one first down then couldn't get a throw in edge wise, before he ended up throwing the ball away. One thing I will say about Brent is that his one passion was football. He studied most of the games on TV, whilst I just sat and enjoyed, watching my fantasy points suffer. He always knew when to throw the ball, run the ball, throw it away, or take a knee. That was one of the appealing things of the wolf. I could finally date a pro football player! Well, look how that turned out.

Half time came and went, but the third quarter is when it just turned for the worst. It was 27-14 us, and Brent was setting up. But, as Carson said, their defense was amazing. A bull, broke through the line as Brent's paws curled around the ball. The linemen were thrown aside and the bull slammed into Brent. I could hear the yelp of pain from here.

I shot up from the stands, waiting for Brent to get up and brush it off. But he just laid there, almost lifeless.

No. He'll be fine. I'm sure of it.

And that's how I ended up here. Trying to find Brent's room. What? You thought I was talking about Carson earlier? Please, let's not jinx it. Maybe it's just down the-

Someone slams into me from around the corner, sending lukewarm coffee all over my favorite hoodie. The small tiger falls while I stagger backwards, ready to curse the guy out. When I realized who it was, the need only grew stronger.

"Scout! Oh, man, I am so sorry. Here let me-"

"Don't," I said and pushed his paw away. "I don't have time for your bullshit. Where's Brent?"

His round ears lowered. "Just over there."

I followed the direction of his pointing, ignoring his sincere apology. As much as it was Sam's fault, I get it. If I had the chance to be with Brent, I would have probably taken it. Now, though, I probably wouldn't.

Room 213. Finally. The room was silent except for some TV going on. I could hear slight whimpers as I entered, then silence as he saw me. He didn't look too bad, actually, if we weren't in a hospital room, I'd say he looked very-

"What are you doing here?"

"Hmph. No, 'wow, Scout, so glad you're here, I wasn't expecting you'."

"Wow, Scout, so glad you're here. I wasn't expe- expecting you," he said, though he had to grab his shoulder at the last part. "But, seriously, why are you here?"

I walked closer to him, finally being able to catch his scent. "Honestly, I don't know."

He smiled at that. "Well, I _am_glad that you're here. I...I wanted to say sorry. For this morning. I shouldn't have-"

I put up a paw. "Please, don't. I know I'm irresistible-"

"Ha-"

"-but I shouldn't have treated you like that either. If I can't forgive you, then how can I expect people to forgive me?" I was right, but I didn't want to be. Damn you, Mother.

"I always knew you were smart," he chuckled and looked up at the ceiling. "Does that mean...that you forgive the other thing?"

I sighed. "I do. But that doesn't make it okay."

"I know. Scout," he locked eyes with mine, "I'm really, really, really, really sorry about what I did."

I was at the side of his bed now. "I know." I brushed his arm and gripped his wrist. "Friends?"

He smiled and tried to grab my wrist, but it was too hard. He laughed and said, "Friends. Maybe we could share a dorm?"

"You got in?"

"Full ride," he said with a smug smile.

"See? I told you."

We talked for a little bit after that. Just talked, not about us, or about what happened. Just a nice talk. Granted, I was still guarded. I mean who wouldn't be? I saw the time and remember Carson and I were going to talk.

"Alright. Well, this was fun. But I got to go."

"This was and, um, Scout?"

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry -again. I just shouldn't have, especially with Carson and all-"

My fur prickled. "What about Carson?"

"You didn't hear?"