Love At First Fight

Chapter Twenty One

A/N: There's Trevor off to the side---}}

Violet

"I think that's enough for today Trevor."

Training went really well today, it was accompanied by a surprisingly less amount of bickering than usual. Trevor did everything that I asked him to with a very minimal amount of complaining so we got through everything much quicker than I had initially thought we would. I decide to end earlier than we usually do though mainly because my headache seems to only be getting worse and the rest of my body isn't feeling better. I can't deny that I'm inevitably probably getting sick, especially after that little marathon I ran in the rain.

"Aw why?" he drops down from the pole that he was doing pull ups on to look over at me. "We don't usually finish this early. Can't take the heat?"

"Clearly," I mumble not feeling up to having a discussion with him about this. "You can stay if you want, but I'm leaving now."

"What's wrong?" He asks, clearly sensing that something seems to be amiss. "You're sick aren't you? Ah, damn I knew you were sick. I should've known, you've been sneezing all night. It's actually been disgusting. But I figured you'd be smarter than to work out while you were sick. What the hell were you thinking? Now I could get sick, real thoughtful of you to stay here and-"

"Trevor please shut up," I rub both of my palms against my temples, attempting to at least somewhat alleviate the pain. "I'm leaving."

I turn around, moving to head towards the locker rooms to grab my bag and my clothes. I don't have anything to change into seeing as my clothes are probably still soaked from being out in the rain and I didn't pack another pair of clothes. So I guess I'm just gonna have to power walk over to Jody's house in my shorts. Hopefully it hasn't gotten too cold out.

"Hey wait!" I look over my shoulder to see Trevor following after me, but I don't bother stopping as I continue in stride towards the locker room. "How are you getting home?"

"I'm walking."

"Now why would you think something stupid like that?"

"Look Kingston," I turn around glare at him causing him to stop a few feet in front of me. "I've already got a massive headache and it would be great if you would just leave me alone. Every time you say something I feel like I'm being stabbed in the back of my head."

"If it helps," Trevor scratches the back of his neck. "You aren't being stabbed in the back of the head."

"No, it doesn't help."

I quickly turn away from him and all but run into the locker room. I nearly fall through the door, leaning against it as I stare up at the dirty ceiling. I don't know what it is, but I feel like Trevor has been acting very uncharacteristic lately. He must be feeling sorry for me, perhaps the whole Carlos thing has made him uncomfortable. He's probably just being nice to me because he feels bad. He certainly hasn't been nearly as annoying today as he usually is.

Why am I worrying about him so much right now?

I push all thoughts of Trevor aside, remembering just who I'm dealing with. There's never really been anything to explain what Trevor does. He's always just done his own thing, maybe he just hasn't felt like bickering with me today. I'm probably just making a big deal out of nothing.

I swiftly open my gym locker and grab my bag out of it, not bothering to put it on. I carry it with two straps in hand and make sure that I'm not forgetting anything before slowly making my way out of the tiny room. As soon as I walk out I'm not at all surprised when I see Trevor leaning right up against the wall next to the door.