The Light Behind His Eyes

Fuck that. I threw my food away and walked my happy ass to the gym. I wasn't going to sit there and whine about my man. I wasn't going to let some muscular men take him away from me. I walked down the hall and turned the corner to the gym. There he was. He was putting on MMA gloves with no shirt on, along with the other men. He was smiling as they taught him the moves-and just like that, I walked away. I brushed my hand through my hair and sighed.
I was no match for them.
What was I going to do? Fight them and hope for the best?
I tucked my hands into my pocket as I continued to walk down the halls. I was looking for Patrick, and the others. I thought maybe their hilarious acts would cheer me up.
"Jack, you told me we'd join the drama club." I can hear Alex's voice come from the printing room.
I walked inside to find Jack printing paper next to Patrick. Patrick looked at Alex with a smile, "Hey, Jack chose his position already."
Jack smiled at Alex, "Why don't you join? It'll be fun."
"What's so fun about printing paper?" Alex asked.
Patrick smiled, "That's just the first part. Soon, Jack will be on the field asking questions."
Alex eyed Patrick, "Fine. I'm joining."
Patrick shook his head, "We're full."
"Then I'm out." Jack said.
"Wait, what?" Patrick asked.
Jack set the stack of papers down, "Alex and I are a team, Patrick."
Alex gave a soft smile, his eyes admiring Jack.
Why can't Frankie and be that? I thought, my heart breaking slowly.
Patrick stepped in front of the two, "Wait now-I was mistaken. There are two spots available."
Jack smiled, "Great." He swung his arm around Alex's shoulder, "Where do we start?"
Patrick smiled at the two, "Follow me." As Patrick led the two out, he patted my back and said, "Don't worry. I'm sure Frankie will come around."
"Oh yeah? How do you know that?"
Patrick smiled, "It's a Stump thing." He winked.

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