<div class="floatright">(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHONq6oNcsQ/VvmnwKEu22I/AAAAAAAAbIo/4p_JfXje1X0-Dym_o_IidwRtHWN5yg3gQ/s1600/BrockO6668l.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - later morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Classrooms, in the Physical Education Wing (a.k.a - the Gym)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Oh my!<br/><br/><strong> "Did.....did you look?! It WASN'T my fault!"</strong><br/><br/>Troy cringed. Had he put his paw in his mouth again? Perhaps he should have just slipped it under her door. He really didn't want her on the defensive. And yet, now the lion was more curious than ever what made this gorgeous woman with a beautiful soul he had gotten glimpses into be so guarded. One day he hoped to ask her, but that would have to be after he gained her trust. If ever that was possible. He still wasn't sure if she wanted anything to do with him. But she sat, so he pushed on.<br/><br/><strong>"My day? It sucks. I can't get my mind of some stupid hybrid....."</strong><br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow at an answer. And at first, Troy thought she was kidding and flirting playfully with him. That large grin came over his face that he had showed her when things were lighter and friendly. But then there she jumped up - embarrassed and alarmed again. He was almost thinking he would have to get them in a car or on top of a Ferris wheel or something just to get her to<em>stay</em>through a conversation. He put his hands up to make her realize it was okay, but she already gone.<br/><br/>His shoulders dropped down - dejected again. Troy ran his fingers through his hair, and it made him think about her small and sweet gesture of ruffling his hair. Maybe, just maybe, she was still pulled by him. He had promised himself he would give her space but then, she had come up to him - right?<br/><br/>He gathered his bag, which happened to have some swim trunks in it, and headed towards the pool men's room. After about five-ten minutes he walked barefoot over to the lane where was doing laps. He crouched down with a hand testing the water. When she surfaced to take a breath and turn, he spoke.<br/><br/>"You ever need someone to talk to about this stupid hybrid, you let me know." He was half-joking of course but was also trying to let her know things really would be okay if she just talked to him. He slowly stood then added, "And if you need me to make him get the hint and leave you alone... just say the word." Anyone else around might think he was offering to beat someone up. But he was offering to leave her alone for good... if that is what she wanted. It broke something inside him to say it, everything was screaming to never let her out of his sight - but he didn't want to be the reason she was stressed and unhappy.<br/><br/>With that he dove into the next lane over (with a leap that was almost half the pool length) and started doing an impressive butterfly stroke up and down the pool - his shoulder and back muscles glistening wet each time he breached the surface of the water.