he was being weird. i mean weirder than the normal, we used to date, we've seen each other naked but then now we're just coworkers weird. he was avoiding working on any cases with me, requesting other interns, not entering elevators when he saw me in them. that kind of really awkward avoidant weird. and it wasn't a fair kind of weird, because i really wanted to work on that once-in-a-lifetime plastics case. he knew i was interested in plastics. everyone knew.

it couldn't have been just a coincidence that he walked into the bar after his hospital shift when i was there too. surely, it was some god-given sign that i had confront him about, or at least that's what the vodka red-bulls sitting in my stomach told my mind.

i approached the standing table he was at, and picked up a dart in my hand. "next game's mine," i stated firmly, not really giving him much of a choice. his eyes darted to meredith's, but she took my tone as a sign to get out of the way, so she smiled apologetically at jackson and stepped away.

"you better have a damn good explanation for why you kicked me off the plastics case today," *i spoke, before landing a dart right in the middle of the bullseye. i was a darts god, which i'm sure he remembered from our countless times playing together when we were dating.

i could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face as i picked up the next dart to throw. as it should, he better be crafting an amazing answer since what he did wasn't professional in the slightest, it was just plain rude. and i didn't take him to be the career-nerfing kind of petty.

"do you have a damn good explanation for deluca?" he finally broke the silence as my second dart hit the bullseye.

oh. so he somehow heard i'd slept with andrew deluca on and off the past months since jackson and i broke up. i should've expected this, word travels around the hospital. still, he had no right to blame me; i broke up with him because he seemed to bring up april in every conversation. he didn't give me much of a choice in the matter.