“She missed,” I whispered.
“It’s your fault, man.” Matt pushed my shoulder. “You’re the one who broke up with Chris.”
“I didn’t break up with her!” I said a little too loudly and most everyone in the room turned to look at me. I shrugged and mumbled, “Eddie came back.”
“Bummer,” Cory said. “I’d hate it if some other guy was coming after my chick.” Cory wrapped his arm around Macey’s shoulders.
“I am not your chick,” Macey said, shrugging out from under his arm. She pulled away from him but not so far that she resisted when he took her hand in his.
“Christine’s not my chick either,” I grumbled.
“Well she should be.” Trina stepped forward in confidence. “Eddie’s not good enough for her.”
“What are you going to do about it, man?” Jeremy asked. I had to look up to meet his gaze.
“There’s nothing I can do,” I said. “Except wait around for her to figure it out for herself.”
“We’ll help,” Elizabeth said.
“What can you possibly do to help?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
“I don’t know. We’ll think of something.”
“I’ll talk to her brother.” Greg stepped forward. “He’s one of my best friends.”
“I don’t want you guys to do something elaborate.” I looked around at my teammates and hers. “We’ll just let her figure this out for herself.”
“Let her get her heart broken?” Trina asked.
“If that’s what it takes,” I mumbled. My own heart hurt to think of Christine getting her heart broken.
“We’ll think of something,” Elizabeth said again. She patted me on the shoulder.
“Eddie will show his true colors eventually.” I looked around the group. “Let’s just be there for her when he does.”
Heads nodded around the group and we all gathered our bags and workout gear and water bottles and jackets. My guess was that I wouldn’t be driving Christine home that day.