Either You Do...Or You Don't

James‘ POV:

“I’m fine…” I mumbled for the third time as the medical staff discussed whether or not to take me to the hospital.

“You were knocked unconscious.” Ben, one of the staffers, said handing me a bag of ice.

“I blacked out. For like a second!” I argued, “I’m okay.” I wasn’t in the mood to go to the ER. Right after I had woken up, I saw on the TV that the game was 4-2...they had scored two goals and I felt like it was my fault…I wasn’t out there helping my team and the Caps were about to take a win from us.

“James, some girl named Allison is here to see you. Do you want me to let her in?” Ben asked
Allison? Why was she at the locker rooms? “Yeah, let her in…”

“James! Are you okay?” she asked, rushing over to me.

“Uh…yes. What are you doing here?” I asked

“Seeing if you’re okay…” she stammered

“Why?” I asked, confused

“Because I care about you…”

“Bull shit.” I mumbled

“I’m not lying!” she yelled, “You know I care about you…”

“Yeah, when you want to. When it’s convenient for you. Let me guess, that guy you were with was boring you so you thought you’d pretend to actually care about me and my well being to come down here and check on my. I see what you’re selling, Allison and I don’t buy it.”

She just looked at me, confused and slightly annoyed. “That’s fucking stupid. You know very well that I still care about you!”

“Sure…”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?” I asked, folding my arms

“You never talk to me like this…what’s going on? Are things with Melanie okay?”

“Yeah…they’re fine. I just don’t really want to be your excuse to get away from some other guy.”

“Oh my god, this has nothing to do with Brian!” she yelled

“Well I’m sure Brian would like you to go back up and talk to him…he was practically all over you.”

“Why are you so jealous? Why do you care who I talk to?”

“I don’t know, Allison, maybe I ‘care’ about you too.” I replied, making sure I laid the sarcasm on thick.

“That’s it! I came down here to honestly see if you’re okay, but you’re being a fucking asshole to me for no reason other than that you’re jealous I was talking to another guy. Well you know what, James Neal? You’re about to get even more jealous, because he asked me to come over to his place after the game and you know what? I’m going to!” With that, she stormed out of the locker rooms

Allison’s POV:

I was furious. How could he even accuse me of using him? “Brian!” I called, seeing him in the lobby

“Hey…where’d you go?” he asked

“I had to drop something off for Geno.” I lied, “Is that offer still up to come over to your place?”

“Yeah!” he smiled

“Great. Let’s go. I’ll leave my car here, if that’s okay.” I smiled at him

“Sure, my car is this way.”

I grabbed his hand and we headed out to the car together. After a short drive, we arrived at his apartment, which was a block or so from Melanie’s apartment. We headed up to his place and went inside.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked as I sat on the couch

“Do you have a beer?” I aksed

“Yeah. Here.” he said, handing me a can. I took a huge sip and he laughed, “Wow. Settle down there.”

I laughed, “Sorry about running out on you earlier…”

“It’s okay. I figured you’d be back eventually…”

I looked at him for a minute and then he looked at me, before either of us could speak again, we kissed. I smiled at him and climbed into his lap, as we continued to make-out.

“Allison? Are you sure you want to do this? I mean…are you drunk or…”

I laughed, “Honey, it takes more than one sip of Bud lite for me to get drunk and yes, I want this…it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex with a real man.” I smirked

He looked at me and smirked, “Wow, I’ve never seen this side of you..”

I smiled and gently bit his lower lip, “You haven’t seen anything, yet.”

James’ POV:

“I still don’t want to go…” I protested to Paul as he rode with me to the ER

“I know.” Paul replied

Coach made me go so I could get checked out because of my concussion. I picked up my phone, no messages from Melanie, which was weird…I should have been home and hour ago…

I dialed her number and it rang about six times before voicemail picked up, “Hey, Melanie…it’s me…where are you? I’m going to the hospital…It’s not serious, I just hit my head a bit, but I’m okay…text Paul when you get this or call him and he’ll let you know more…bye.”

“She didn’t answer?” he asked looking up from his Nook

“Shut-up, Paul.”

“I didn’t say anything…”

“Yeah, but you were thinking it. You think she off cheating on me or something…”

“I didn’t say or think that. You did.” Before I could reply, we got to the hospital and headed inside…

Notes

I wrote these two chapters up last night, because I probably won't be able to post more till Sunday. Thanks again for reading!!! XOXOX-crosbyfan87