THIRD PERSON'S POV
"Go, go, go!" Malika whistles right after sanctioning the cheerleading squad. It is tournament day, the last day of Rose's university before the winter break.
"Oh come on, Jane!" The coach yells amid the practice, getting up from the audience seat.
"I see no coordination, what are you guys doing?" She shouts in frustration, "Up, your hands should be high in the air on the fifth step,"
"Jane, smile when you're being lifted, a bright smile, what the hell-" She slaps her head as the new centre girl isn't standing up to her expectations.
"I'm sorry, I'm just- I'll note it." She shuts herself from saying that she is scared. It's very obvious though.
Malika sighs, "Buckle up, one more time,"
"Come on, you've got this!" She whistles, letting the practice begin.
The practice continues for another hour with the constant intervention of Malika's bragging and disappointing looks.
She is the coach and it is the final day, how can she be alright if her team isn't doing up to mark.
She whistles for the ultimate time, "Okay, do your best, it's the day that you've been cheering your asses off!" She speaks, dismissing the practice. She jogs off at her seat, takes a deep breath after drinking water.
Towelling off the sweat from her forehead, Malika takes her phone out and advents scrolling whatever.
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"Exactly when did she leave?" King asks one of his bodyguards for the tenth time. The man never replies, the poker face shows no movement at all.
"Seriously," He sighs, thinking it's no use trying to talk to them. They just never open their mouths.
He takes his phone out while walking towards his room, opens Rose's chatbox, 'where are you?' he types and erases it the same second; 'You should be taking rest right now' erases it again; 'come back home' and erases it again. He stares at her name for the following few seconds before shoving his phone back into the pocket.
Just yesterday the medic said don't let her do anything sweaty and now she is nowhere to be seen, he thinks.
"Looking for someone?" Hannah shows up, leaning against the door.
"Not you," He replies, coldly. Hannah's face stones but she continues,
"I just came back from a party, I'm tired," She walks in. Throwing her bag on the bed, she meets his eyes again.
"Let's sleep together," She closes the distance between them, holding his sharp face gently.
"You drugged her, didn't you?" He implores taking her hands off his face.
"No, I didn't-"
"Why?" He asks, walking away from her.
"What why?"
"Why did you drug her?" His jaw clenches at the thought of it.
"Why would I-"
"Stop lying for once-"
"I am not lying, I didn't drug her!" She yells, anger is building up inside her, it can't go unnoticed through her eyes.
"Oh come on, I saw the look on your face that night, and since when you got so worried if she's drunk or something,"
"Now, tell me, why did you drug her?" King glares at her.
Hannah pauses for a short while, consuming her frustration and rage, "Does it matter, who is she anyway?"
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Flower He Couldn't Pluck
General FictionIt's a story of two people living on different sides of the same dimension. She dreaded his world, and he envied hers. She reminded him of a life he had loved once, cherished once. And he reminded her of a life she escaped once, feared once. A pret...
