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[Wyatt Parks]

So you don’t love me anymore?

Maybe it was the truth. He kicked the ball into the goal and stood in the middle of the field staring at it.

I thought that was what you wanted?

He couldn’t shake her words when she left. It was like, the more mature he got, he turned into a different person, one who actually wanted a relationship, and didn’t want it to end. She stayed the same, or maybe became someone else, and he still loved her, maybe it was because he wanted the girl that he fell in love with back. Or maybe he just wanted someone to make him feel the way that she did and that was why he kept trying. After chasing after girls, and getting them, and then throwing them to the side. After changing himself for her, what was he now?

Pissed off that he stayed in that crappy relationship so long?

He took the ball from the goal and stared at it.

Yeah why did he stay in that crappy relationship so long? She was so controlling, and every time he tried to tell her she went off and yelled at him for not loving her anymore. He was tired of her complaining about how she gained a bunch of weight from being in a wheelchair, and how she made him push her around all the time. Maybe she turned him all sappy, but there were some things that still annoyed him. Her “you don’t love me anymore was one of them” he had never said he didn’t love her anymore. Even if now he was starting to realize that maybe he didn’t.

Maybe he just wanted the way she made him feel, like someone really cared about him. Sure having sex with random girls was fun, but he knew that he didn’t care about him, and after he dumped them they didn’t care about him either. It was a great feeling to know that someone wanted him no matter how much of jerk her had been and how many times he had screwed things up. So maybe he only stayed with her for that. He didn’t know why he wanted her, why he stayed with her, but he was absolutely crushed when she left.

He tried calling her, and texting her, and called her mom with no response. He didn’t know she was leaving, and probably would have offered to make it work long distance, if he had known, but now he realized that that would never work.

She definitely wasn’t the hottest girl ever. Ben was right when he said she had the chest of a twelve year old, and he wasn’t even sure where Cooper got love clouds from. So maybe it was time to move on whether she stayed her or not. It was just so hard to tell her things because all she did was cry and accuse him of not loving her. He did love her though. He still did.

It was cold, out and standing in one place wasn’t helping him. He had just come out here to blow off some steam, and think about things, because this really did help him think. He needed to clear his mind. He kicked the ball again trying to make it into the goal, but probably did it to hard because this time it went flying over the goal.

[Lexiel Westin]

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed, followed by several more expletives that would make a sailor blush. Lexiel was cutting through the soccer field because taking the sidewalk around the school would've been a waste of time. Not to be mistaken, that field was her second home due to the fact that she was always there when she wasn't sleeping or in class. Today, she had to discuss with the women's coach about her schedule conflicts regarding practice and a class presentation that didn't even take place during class. How stupid was that?

The weather was chilly today, so Lexiel wore her favorite burgundy leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt with blue skinny jeans tucked into her black ankle boots. Her long blonde hair was down, the waves being tousled by the wind. With apparent frustration, she brushed the hair out of her face and marched over to the culprit, whom she recognized as she got closer to be none other than Wyatt Parks.

Lexiel didn't hate the guy, but there was always some kind of tension between the two of them whenever they were together. That was probably why she made sure that they were never together or at least kept it to a minimum. On top of that, his girlfriend did not approve of him speaking to other girls and the last thing on Lexiel's to-do list was to be murdered by some guy's bat-shit crazy bitch.

"What part of my body looks like the goal to you, huh?" she asked, glaring at the boy as she waited impatiently for his answer. Lexiel knew that Wyatt was a good soccer player, so there was obviously something going on with him that she didn't know about in order for him to make such an awful kick. Whatever was wrong with him was none of her business. It was probably more girl problems regarding his Godzilla girlfriend. Still, it didn't justify the fact that she almost died right there on the field.

[Wyatt Parks]

Well he wasn’t expecting someone to start screaming at him, and he wasn’t at all in the mood to hear it. The two had never really gotten along, but maybe they could now that he could actually talk to people without someone trying to beat them up. “Well your face looks like it needs to be rearranged,” he said. That wasn’t the best comeback ever, but at least it was something to break the silence. He wouldn’t be surprised if he got hit in the face with some soccer balls that were not exactly on purpose.

“Sorry,” he apologized for almost hitting her with the ball. He really wasn’t even trying, because if he had been it would have been a way better kick then that. It just felt good to kick things. “Where did you learn to talk like that though, it’s kind of hot.” He was talking about the way she was cursing at him. He’d had a lot of girls do that, but none of them said half the things she said. He was only joking about the hot part, because he couldn’t bring himself to admit that he was seriously flirting with her.

She hated him. So it would be weird, but then again so did Carol when he first met her. He didn’t want her to like him though, he didn’t care that she didn’t. He just didn’t care what she thought of him, and he was pretty sure he was going to get slapped for that comment anyway.

[Lexiel Westin]

Surprised by how quickly apologized without putting up any kind of fight, Lexiel's eyes softened a bit as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "It's okay. Nobody died," she mumbled, waving her hand as if their conflict were just a pesky little fly. "Nice try though," she chuckled, referring to his comeback. Even his insults were off their game. Wyatt must be going through some tough shit. "It doesn't take a degree to learn a few curse words," Lexiel said, looking at him as if he'd just asked something dumb. Her expression didn't falter, but her brain was doing all sorts of flips and flops trying to comprehend if Wyatt had just called her 'hot.'

To be completely honest, he wasn't too bad himself. Normally, a boy with long hair looked like a hobo to her, but Wyatt pulled it off rather well. Perhaps it was because he himself was good looking and therefore it didn't matter what kind of hair he had. That smile was pretty killer, too. 'What are you doing, he's your biggest rival, Lexiel.'

Crossing her arms, Lexiel shifted her weight onto one leg before studying the boy in front of her. "Alright, what's up? And don't tell me nothing. There's obviously something, otherwise I wouldn't have had my life flash before my eyes just then," she said sternly. Despite her attitude and crude language, she wasn't completely heartless. Lexiel was capable of caring for others. On the other hand, caring was a lot of work, so before Wyatt could answer her question she added, "Or if you'd rather keep it to yourself, that's cool too."

[Wyatt Parks]

“Oh whoa, since when do you care about me?” he asked. He was just teasing her, it would actually be nice to talk to someone, well maybe not someone that hated him. “No you’re right though, if I was ok I would be aiming for your face.” That was really intended to sound meaner then it came out, but he couldn’t be mean to someone who was only being nice to him. It was surprising to hear her be nice though, so he wasn’t going to pass it up. “No uhm…” he shrugged. “I was just blowing off some steam, “ he didn’t think she cared about Carol. So he had to wonder if it was ok to mention it or not and eventually fell upon the conclusion that it wasn’t.

Sure the whole school was going to know eventually, but he didn’t think it was something that you shared with people you hated. You couldn’t just be like ‘Hey this girl that I was in love with was a gigantic bitch a dumped me because I was talking to some other girl, and I said she was a tiny bit controlling.’ She wouldn’t care. He didn’t feel like saying it. “I don’t want to bore you with the details of my relationship,” he said. So the details weren’t important. “You’re a girl… as much as you don’t seem like it sometimes… So you probably get it, but I mean if I was your boyfriend…Hypothetically… would you get mad if I called you controlling?”

So much for not telling her the details. He just really needed someone to talk to that would actually have a civil conversation, since Carol was always yelling at him for something. He always thought it was his fault, but he was starting to realize that she was controlling. It still didn’t change the fact that he had loved her, no matter how much she treated him terrible. So maybe it was good to be single, since that relationship was obviously going nowhere. It still hurt though.

[Lex]

Lexiel mimicked Wyatt when he teased her about caring. "Yeah, I may be a bitch but I still have a heart," she stated as if the fact itself was a nuisance to her. Then, she raised an eyebrow. "Wow, insults are getting better," she nodded, smiling and pretending to be impressed. That meant that he was at least feeling a little better and, though she would never admit it, that meant she was doing a good job. With a scoff, Lexiel glanced at the abandoned soccer ball at the other side of the field. "Yeah, no kidding. Got a lot of steam in there," she said, giving a weak laugh.





When he finally admitted that the problem was relationship-related, she gave an understanding nod. "Ah, so things are rocky with old Carl." That wasn't a mistake; Lexiel really did just drop the 'o' from his girlfriend's name. She thought it was pretty clever and funny, especially if Wyatt caught it. She looked down at her chest before looking back up at his face. "Yes, last time I checked, I was a girl," she replied suspiciously. Where was he getting at with this obvious nonsense?





'Ohh~ Poor guy. He was like a lost and confused child and somehow she'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time and now she was his Mama Bear. "Well, for starters, I wouldn't give two shits about what you do even if you were my boyfriend," she began, tapping on her chin with one finger and looking up at the sky as if the answer required much thought. "But if you pointed out something that was hurting the relationship, I would definitely consider trying to fix it," she continued with a shrug. Lexiel wasn't an expert on love or relationships, but she was a smart girl and knew that if something wasn't working, it had to be fixed.





"Then again, 'controlling' isn't something you wanna tell your girlfriend she's being," she said thoughtfully. Lexiel was really channeling her girl side, because she honestly didn't give a damn what people called her. "But I'm guessing she was getting out of control... hahaha," she further commented and chuckled at her joke.

[Wyatt Parks]

He couldn’t help but laugh when she called her Carl. That was mean, and he knew he shouldn’t be laughing, but she dumped him. Didn’t he deserve to be mean to her? Well aside from the fact that he would still take her back the second she showed up here asking for it, but hey he hadn’t been stupid enough to punch something like he was the first time, and he didn’t go around sleeping with people yet. He was still upset about it somewhere deep inside. “Well miss I wouldn’t give two shits, you seem like the perfect girl for me, why couldn’t I just fall in love with you instead of Carl?” Joking was a good way for him to avoid his feelings, like always.

“So what do you do if someone is being controlling?” he asked. Since she had said that telling them that was not a good thing. “That they don’t trust you enough?” because Carol clearly didn’t trust him, and he trusted her. He let her hang out with Cooper who was the first guy that she went to when he dumped her. Still maybe she had good reason, being that he had broken her trust in the past. That was a long time ago though, he was a different person now and she should have known he wasn’t going to do that again. “I don’t know… would you still trust me if I cheated on you or is that asking too much?” he didn’t know why he was even asking. It wasn’t like she was going to come back, and if she did he would take her back without a second thought.

“I don’t know why I’m asking you though, I didn’t even think you liked me until about ten minutes ago,” honestly he hadn’t disliked her, it just seemed to always be a mutual thing and he knew why she didn’t like him, but maybe it was time to move on. After all she seemed nice. Well so did Carol. Why did he always end up there? He didn’t mean to do it but now he was comparing everyone to Carol. He really just wanted her back no matter what he said about her. “I’m sorry for sounding like a whiney girl,” he apologized. Looking at the ball that he had kicked off into the distance wondering if he should go get it.