When the Aimes had placed her hand on his shoulder, he couldn't help but smile slightly. It seemed that whatever had happened earlier to her head, wasn't happening anymore and the prospect of that idea completely consumed his thoughts. She looked really concerned for him but he nodded to answer her question earlier. She turned around and he watched the hate fill her eyes, wondering what she would do to lash out at Barry, as he saw her hands curl into fists.
"Barry?!" The Aimes demanded, turning to him, filled with rage.
"No, I didn't. That doofus just got hit by a football during practice. He's just being a wimp, he doesn't deserve your concern." Barry answered, smirking as Gary rolled his eyes at the pathetic excuse. Got hit by a football really? The Aimes's fists tensed and he watched her stab her nails into her palms.
"Oh… Ok then Barry if you say so… We should probably head down to dinner right?" She responded, the previous anger absent from her voice and demeanour, all apart from her clenched fists. Gary stared at her confusedly, she would really just accept an excuse as simple as that? She wouldn't back him up? What about them being friends?
Right… They weren't friends… They never would be because Aimes's are backstabbers.
Barry hummed in agreement and wrapped his arm around the girl leading her away from Gary and the Aimes to the hall for dinner. The Aimes glanced back at Gary, releasing her fists, revealing the dark nail marks on her palms. It didn't seem to bother her the slightest. She opened her mouth to ask something but was immediately cut off by Barry.
"You comin' RB?" He yelled behind him, Gary watched her turn from him to Barry and then from Barry back to him. It seemed like she wanted to stay. But it was Barry. And inevitably she had no choice to stay. Gary frowned slightly, he'd catch up with her later he told himself.
"I'm fine, you should go… You don't want to keep Barry waiting…" He quietly mumbled, managing to pull a slight smile onto his face. She turned back to him, obviously a little sad and possibly hurt. She curled her hands into lose fists again.
"Right…" She mumbled back, her eyes caught his one last time before he watched her swivel on her heel and run to catch up with Barry and his girl. He couldn't help but feel a little disheartened as she left. He still wanted to talk to her, even if she hadn't stood up for him.
A distant thought in Gary's mind slowly rose to the surface… Who was that girl with Barry? What was that girl's name?! She seemed to be at least friend-ly with the Aimes and was Barry's partner most nights, so who was she? And why had no one introduced her to him yet?! He sighed in defeat. Dinner. That was the next priority right now. He slowly slumped over to the hall, a wave of freshly cooked food scents hitting him as he opened the big doors.