Sincerely Yours

Chapter 3

Oliver begun stretching before their practice match starts. His friend Blake was doing the same while blabbering to their other friend who seemed to be attentively listening.

Oliver suddenly recalled the content of the letter he received last week. Didn't it say that his admirer would be watching the practice match?

He unconsciously scanned the bleachers that was somehow filled with students, majority of them are girls who he was sure was on their coach's blacklist.

His coach was pissed off last time a certain girls group kept on interrupting their practice with their cheers. It wouldn't have been a problem if they were quiet when the coach announces something but they just won't stop, so they're officially on the blacklist of Mr. Johnson.

While glancing at the crowd his olive-green eyes landed on a girl with a lilac headband. The girl had wavy shoulder length black hair kept in place with the lilac headband.

The girl seemed to be looking around before her gaze on him making Oliver unconsciously stiffen. The two stayed in eye contact for a moment before the girl averted her eyes and begun chatting with the girl next to her.

She seems familiar.

Unknown to Oliver, Blake saw him staring at the crowd and followed his gaze that landed on the girl with the lilac headband. Blake glanced back and forth his friend and the girl before he stopped when he heard the whistle blow, indicating that the game is about to start.

Oliver snapped out of his thoughts and attentively listened to their coach and captain. The game went by smoothly with Oliver's team as the victor.

Of course, the students from the bleachers cheered in happiness and Oliver unconsciously glanced at the crowd looking for the same girl he just saw.

Once he saw the girl their eyes met once again. Although this time the girl didn't avert her eyes. Blake was about to chat with Oliver stopped quickly when he noticed how his friend was staring at the bleachers again.

He quickly glanced at where Oliver's gaze headed and saw the girl with the lilac headband who turned her head and tapped the shoulder of the girl next to her.

They seemed to be chatting about something, the girl with a ponytail sighed before nodding. They both stood up from the bleachers and left Blake and Oliver's line of sight.

Blake tried recalling who that girl was but put the thought aside as he was called over by their team captain. He also noticed how Oliver was already talking with the other group members.

Blake felt the gears in his head start to work as he tried figuring out who the girl was. He knows that the girl was in the same class as them but he couldn't quite guess the name.

Girl with short wavy hair who wears a lilac colored hairband. He repeated those words in hopes that he'd remember who the girl was.

"Hey, Blake! Are you listening?!" Blake snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the annoyed voice of their coach. He blinked a few times before admitting he didn't listen to a word the coach said which earned him a scolding.

"You okay?" Blake glanced at Oliver who asked, despite the fact that his friend comes off cold and mean to some, his actually a pretty nice guy.

"I'm okay. Just trying to recall a name of someone in class." Blake said still thinking about the girl. Oliver and Blake were inside the changing room, changing out of their sweaty jerseys.

Just when Oliver was about to put on a new shirt Blake cheered, this action made Oliver look at his friend with a judging gaze, which sent shivers down Blake's spine.

"What was that for?" Oliver asked annoyed. Blake grinned, "That girl you were staring at just now. Wanna know her name?"

Oliver raised a brow, he didn't respond but Blake still told him the name of the girl. "Her name is Valerie." Oliver's eyes widen before he returned his stoic gaze, putting on a new shirt and mumbling something and walking out leaving Blake stupefied.

"Hey! Wait up!" Blake yelled, changing his clothes hurriedly and stepping out the changing room to chase his friend.

Once Blake caught up with Oliver who was waiting at the bus stop, the poor boy was busy catching his breath and was glaring at his friend.

"How rude of you to leave me be after I tell you who the girl was." Blake said pouting. Oliver only rolled his eyes at his friend's whining and got on the bus as soon as it arrived.

"So, care to explain?" Blake said as soon as the two sat down on vacant seats next to each other. "Explain what?" The latter only feigned ignorance which ticked off the other.

"Dude! The two of you were staring at each other. And I wanna know why!" Blake yelled which caught the unwanted attention of some of the passengers. This action earned a glare from Oliver.

Blake shut his mouth and decided to just let his friend deal with whatever issue this was as he didn't want to be in trouble.

Once Oliver made it to his room he quickly opened the lilac envelope he found inside his locker.

Dear Oliver,

I don't know if you've read my two previous letters, this makes it my third letter written for you. I actually wasn't expecting to write a letter yet again but I guess my cope-up feelings are too much to be explained in two letters. Specially since it was mostly me blabbering nonsense.

I managed to put this letter in your locker earlier than usual since I made it early for school, surprisingly your fans weren't around that time so it made it easier for me to send this letter.

Before we start, how are you? I feel like it's very important to start every conversation with that question. You know, just to make sure if the person you're taking to is okay.

I'm still learning how to write a letter properly and well can't see progress but still trying. Anyway, congrats on wining your practice match today. You did great, pretty sure a lot of people told you that already but still, I wanted you to know you did a great job.

Writing this letter is a bit difficult since our schedule is a bit hectic. I'm having a slight hard time managing my schedule but still, I'm making time to write.

You really do play with so much determination and passion. I'm feeling envious that you can freely express yourself when it comes to that.

You know, I like playing the guitar. I first started playing when I was five with a ukulele that my mom gave me as a present. I later started playing with the guitar when I was around seven years old.

It's not exactly a sport like yours but I do enjoy doing it. It's one of the few things I genuinely love to do. I play it whenever I feel stressed out, just strumming the strings without lyrics is something I often do.

I did try doing a sport before, I think it was volleyball. Although it didn't last long since, It, just didn't strike me as much as badminton which is a sport I still play although not as active as you with basketball.

Anyway, I'm curious who inspired you to play sports? What made you play it? I probably won't get your answer on that since we don't talk in person.

By the way, I noticed you've been smiling a lot more often. I'm glad you're happy, whatever reason you have hope it won't go away even if it's not me. Gosh, that sounds bitter.

I should probably inform you that, I might not be able to send you any more letters for a while. Exams are in next week and with my strict parents, this week will be hard for me. I'm not sure if it was necessary to inform you but still, thought you should know.

Oliver felt slight disappointment when he read the part about his admirer might not send him letters anymore.

Goodluck on the exams. Don't stress yourself too much like me. It's not a good experience being stressed.

Sincerely yours, V.

Oliver kept the letter in the drawer along the other two and went to bed feeling slightly happier.