My celebrity crush

chapter 8: Scavenger hunt

The curiosity in my head is killing me , so many things to which people keep saying I will find out soon enough. Whats so hard about explaining things to me rather than just running off and leaving me with unanswered questions?

I try to think of possible situations that could have happened as I follow after Robert , trying my best not to sneeze , this cold is more serious than I thought .

Maybe Charlie did something to Robert thus creating enmity with Ant. Its a good argument but it doesn't add up. Why would Charlie leave me and tell me I shouldn't go near him if that was the case? He looked and sounded guilty. I could sense he was hurting by how he looked at me.

Robert slams the door to a room. Must be his bedroom , I didn't really see which one he went into so I stop and stare at the three doors in front of me . Then as I try to figure out which one , I hear talking from the door in the middle. Robert seems to be on a phone call so I go closer to it and put my ear on the door. I don't usually eavesdrop as I have good manners but I have no choice in this situation.

"Charlie isn't with Crystal." I hear him say with worry in his voice. Who could he be talking to? I don't hear the other person but I continue listening , I might just get answers from something Robert might say .

"You don't think he'll try to kill himself again , do you?"

Kill himself? Why on earth would he kill himself?

I continue listening . "You should be here by morning and try to get hold of him. I'll join in looking after I take my entrance exam." There's a long silence after he says that. Are they done?

The door opens unexpectedly , making me lose my balance . This is an awkward situation . Robert stands there stamping his foot with his arms folded as he waits for an explanation.

"I was uhmmm." I stop to think of a good excuse. "Looking for the bathroom." I squeeze my stomach and stand in an uncomfortable position to make the story believable but he doesn't seem to buy it. Why do I even need an excuse , I have the right to know?

"Okay fine , I was listening in on your conversation." I admit. "Why would Charlie want to kill himself?" I ask.

"He ruined someone's life sometime back , from then on he's never been able to forgive himself and each time he's left alone he does something stupid to harm himself." He explains .

It still doesn't add up . I've met the guy and he didn't seem like the kind to want to kill himself or even to harm anyone. Sure he always carries around that mean expression on his face that makes him seem unapproachable but he's a kind human being.

Silence feels the air and breaking it is a cute little sneeze . Pretty sure my nose it too tired to produce the usual loud sneezes.

"Even her sneeze is cute." I hear him say in such a low tone , I barely hear it . Are my ears playing tricks on me or did he just say my sneeze was cute? That's so cheesy.

"What?" I ask.

"Go to sleep , I said go to sleep , why would I say anything about your sneeze." He panics , I just wrinkle my face and awkwardly walk away as if I just found out he has a contagious disease and head back to the room in order to sleep since I know I'm not getting anything else out of him.

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Asher's concert is today . I can't believe it , all my years of working hard are finally going to pay off. By working hard I mean stalking him , that's a lot of work and only talented people such as myself can take on such responsibility.

My eyes are only half awake when I notice an envelope on the desk beside where I lay. I take it and open it roughly. There's only one person old fashioned enough to actually right a letter. It reads: