A wide smile formed across Christian's features as Austin commented on how the Hobbsborough baseball coach had been running them ragged in an attempt to score a win against his own high school's all-star baseball team. Chris wasn't exactly into the whole baseball scene, that was more up his brother's alley. Chris was more known for his position on Franklyn Senior's football team. His father had been a first-string player on the football team back in the day, and Chris had picked up the hobby from him. When Austin inquired about himself, the younger twin simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Not a lot, really," he mused, "Been spending a lot of time down here shooting hoops and stuff since me and Kourtney split. Bunch of the guys came down here today and played. Turned out to be a pretty good game."
He paused for a moment as if something had just popped into his mind, then continued on to inquire about something else.
"Newton said he tried to call ya but didn't get an answer."
Then again, "Newton", more commonly known as Justin Newton of Hobbsborough High School, hadn't been on good terms with Austin Spencer for quite a while now. Rumor had it that Justin's sister Stephanie Newton had been one of the girls Austin had "used for his own pleasure". Whether or not that was what stemmed Newton's general dislike of Austin wasn't clear, as Fig (an unfortunate nickname Newton had received due to his last name) would never confirm it, but that was the general consensus among his friends.
Therefore, whether or not Fig had actually bothered to call Austin was debatable. Perhaps he'd just said that because he didn't want Austin there. Either way, Christian didn't really care. He didn't have a problem with either of the two guys and tried to stay out of personal affairs like that as much as possible anyway. As if it were an afterthought, Chris once again spoke up.
"By the way man, tomorrow night we're all heading down to the diamond down at Creekmore to hit a couple. You coming?"
It had been almost common practice for as long as Chris could remember. A lot of the boys -- baseballers and non -- from the nearby schools would all pick a night to head down to the basketball court for a game or down to the park to hit a couple from the diamond located within. It had given several of the boys a chance to bond and become pretty good friends.
Chris was thrown from his thoughts again as Mariavel, who had returned only seconds prior, inquired as to whether or not they were leaving. Chris shrugged his shoulders lightly and smiled before nodding. He turned back to Austin momentarily, an apologetic smile gracing his features.
"Sorry man, the lady friend is calling. I'll see ya around!"
With that, Chris left Austin in his current position by the pool and headed back over to Mariavel. He didn't bother grabbing the few belongings he'd left in the pile, assuming that Colt would probably grab anything and cram it into one of the lockers before leaving anyway. Colt had returned to chatting away with the Arabic lifeguard and didn't look as if he were going anywhere for a good while.
Christian couldn't help but smile to himself as he and Mariavel headed out of the rec center and toward the bright red Kawasaki motorcycle sitting in the parking lot. Tonight would be the first night he'd gone out with anybody since he and Kourtney had split up. Christian just hoped Mariavel wasn't another one of those psychos like Kourtney had been. He never once stopped to think about the condescending look his brother had given the blonde. It wasn't worth his time to think about negative things anyway, he was determined to make the evening a good one.
((Continued in: Battle in Paradise