Chapter 7

   True to the song, things never were the same again.
    Greg pushed off the staring between Patience and Michael that night, saying it was a fluke or that he was imagining things. But, he started acting differently. He paid more attention to what happened whenever Patience and Michael were together. He didn't try to instigate anything anymore.
    Michael still kept changing. Everyone was willing to say it was because of Patience. She wouldn't take credit for it herself, but everyone said it was because of her that he was acting the way he was. "You see him that way, so he's acting that way." Someone told her once at a party. Patience shook it off, there was no way they could blame her for his behavior.
    Even if his behavior was getting worse. There would be two different girls at different times during the parties. Michael was also drinking more. The guys on the team had kept telling him that he would get in major trouble if he got stopped driving home. He just shook them off and drove off.
    One night, Patience and Heather staid in. Patience hated going out with Greg now, because of how he was starting to treat her when they went out. Heather didn't want to leave her friend alone, so she staid in too.
    They sat on their beds, reading books. Patience had pulled out her copy of 'A Bend In The Road' by Nicholas Sparks, while Heather had a well worn copy of 'Tangerine' by Edward Bloor. Both hadn't spoken much, and the extent of the noise had mostly been when a page turned.
    "Why won't you agree that you're to blame for Michael's actions?" Heather spoke up, not looking up from her book.
    "How is it my fault if he's becoming a nineteen year old pimp?" Patience asked.
    "Because of how you've always talked about him. You've always saw him as some egotistical teenager." Heather said.
    "Because he is an egotistical teenager. He is used to people following him and fawning over him." Patience replied.
    "You know that's not true." Heather said, still not looking up from her book.
    Patience slipped the bookmark back into her book and looked at Heather. "How should I know? Every time he's been around me, he's been flirting. Until now, he's been just dripping with compliments." She said.
    "Because he likes you." Heather said.
    "Guys always like you. That's what helps girls get into bed with them." Patience replied, watching Heather slip the bookmark into her book and set it down on the bed next to her.
    "I dare you to act civil to him." Heather said, as Patience laughed.
    "Act civil to him? Isn't that what I've been doing?" Patience replied.
    "Patty, you've been demeaning, you've been mean, you've been bossy, and yet some times have actually been flirty." Heather replied, listing things off.
    "When have I been flirty?" Patience asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
    "Dancing at the first party we went to, and who can forget what happened at karaoke." Heather said, watching Patience's face turn white.
    "Nothing happened at karaoke." Patience replied.
    "Hell yes something happened! You admitted unconsciously to him that you like him!" Heather said.
    "I don't like him!" Patience said, watching Heather pick back up her book and start reading it again.
    "One of these days Patience, you'll realize it. Hopefully you'll realize it before Michael sleeps with the entire female population of the university." Heather said, as Patience got up from her bed and pulled a hoodie out of her closet.
    "Where you going?" Heather asked, not looking up from her book.
    "I'm going for a walk." Patience said. "Don't wait up for me." She said, opening the door, slipping out and then closing it behind her.
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    Patience loved going for walks when she needed to think. It was either that or take a shower, and somehow going for a walk appealed to her right now.
    So, she was walking around campus, her hands stuffed into her hoodie pockets, her Nike tennis shoes scuffing against the ground.
    Her talk with Heather resounded in her head. Was it possible that she did like Michael Phelps? After all these months of showing him how much she didn't care that he had won medals in the Olympics or didn't care that he had endorsement deals with Speedo or Argent Mortgage, was it possible that she cared for him?
    She sat down near a tree, leaning up against it as she thought hard. She thought over everything that had happened since she was accepted into the University of Michigan.
    And suddenly, one thing made sense. And, her running shoes were put to good use.

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