“Are you fucking serious right now? Trip, I’ve been sitting here waiting for you like I always do, and you’re telling me you left already?”
“What the fuck do you want me to say, Max,” he yelled. “The way you’ve been acting lately, I didn’t think you’d be waiting for me.”
“Aw, come on, Trip. That’s bullshit. You’re the one who ditched me last night and then asked me to be here today to see you fight, and I did. You knew damn well I would be waiting here for you.”
“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d notice.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I scoffed.
“Nothing…Look, I have to go, Max. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
He hung up on me before I could say anything else.
I sighed deeply and headed home. I should be happy for the time to study and not have to deal with Trip and his attitude, but a small part of me feels sad. Trip and I used to spend so much time together when we first started dating. After every fight, we would hang out with his entourage first. Then we would head to his apartment, and I would spend the rest of the night nursing him back to health the best way he likes—hanging out and watching him play video games. I know it doesn’t sound romantic or exciting, but it was just the point of being with him.
Ever since our relationship started going downhill, I have to admit I’ve been feeling down about it. I’ve missed him terribly, and I just really want to talk to him. Maybe if we could just talk about what’s going on, we could find a way to save what we have.
I made it home, showered, and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes trying to let sleep consume me, but it wouldn’t come. I couldn’t stop thinking about Trip and me. Finally, after tossing and turning, I looked over at my clock. It was midnight. I sighed deeply, and something came over me at that moment. I needed to talk to Trip, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, but it went right to voicemail.
I knew he was probably still at the gym hanging out with his brother and their friends. Mimi was the only one of us that had a car; a Toyota Corolla that we call the “rolla.” She typically never drove it anywhere within the city, so the key was always in the house. I threw on a pair of sweats, grabbed my sweat jacket, and headed out.
The gym was nestled close to the airport off of I-95. As I pulled up, I still heard music blaring from the building. The gym was created out of an abandoned warehouse that Train found and decided to remodel once his brother started to really make headway in the MMA world.
I parked the rolla and headed into the gym, only to get my senses attacked. The first was the sound. The music was so loud; I couldn’t even hear myself think. People were everywhere, which was the reason why I wanted to poke my eyes out. Everywhere I looked, there were couples kissing and grinding on each other. The smell that invaded my nostrils told me that some people were doing a lot more than dry humping.
My spidey senses heightened even more as I walked more in the building. I prayed I wouldn’t find Trip here, but the more I walked through the building the better the chances were that I would. I went to the first closed door. When I opened it, I found one of Trip’s boys sitting in a chair with a girl riding him.
I closed the door and started walking quickly to find Trip. My heart started to beat faster as I opened every door I found. I let out a smooth breath when I didn’t find him anywhere. I did find his brother getting busy with someone, so maybe—just maybe—Trip wasn’t here.
But that hope was completely shattered when I heard a girl scream Trip’s name. I went back to the door where I saw Trip’s brother and completely opened it. And I was hit with a sight that shattered me completely. Train was sitting on the couch in front of me, with a girl’s head in his lap. His eyes were closed, which is why he didn’t see me come into the room. I turned to the right and found Trip standing against the wall, with someone kneeling in front of him sucking him off. He also had a girl straddling his chest, while he seemed to be finger fucking her.
I was completely disgusted and completely pissed off, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Since the music was blaring in this room too, they didn’t hear me open the door. But as I slammed the door and ran out of there, they definitely heard someone leave.
Before I got to the door of the car, I felt someone grab my arm. I turned expecting to see Trip, but instead it was Train.
“Get the fuck off me, Train,” I told him, eyes blaring rage.
He put his hands up and eyed me cautiously.
“Okay, Max. It’s not what you think.”