Chapter 18

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  𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

  𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

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𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀

"So, will you come?" Leon flashed me a grin.

I don't know how I ended up in this
predicament.

Here I am, standing in front of the college basketball captain of the Hill's team.

It wasn't until he asked me to be his plus one that I learned tomorrow is their seasonal game day.

What's the point of being his plus one if it's he who's playing? There's no way we'll be snickering to one another about our favorite players in the stalls.

As I stood thinking, his friends threw each other smug looks while glaring at me from time to time.

It's no secret that he doesn't have the best friends, especially for a captain.

I wouldn't be surprised if they played a major role in his downfall. They reek of trouble and bad decisions.

"No." I deadpanned and he looks at me stunned.

"N-no?" He stuttered and scoffed amusingly glancing back at his friends who share the same look.

"Why?" He retorts.

"I just don't want to." I tell him and he slowly nods, "Alright, don't come running back to me though." He snapped and my eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Aren't you the one who came to me?" I pointed at myself in disbelief.

"Just come. He wants you to be there."  His friend chipped in.

I glared at them silently thinking to myself.

Maybe I should go and get out of the house for once. But also, I shouldn't forget what he did to me.

"I've made my decision and unfortunately, it's still a no." I stand up straight and he slowly nods taking a few steps back, "Alright— if you do choose to come, do so!" He tells me and I nod.

I drop down on my beanbag and think of events that occurred earlier on today. I can't even lie, this house is mad boring. All I've done is read, watched movies, and read some more.

I do have a phone, obviously, but—it's drier than the Sub-saharan dessert.

I'm craving human interaction.

For someone that has no friends and is socially awkward, that's pretty surprising.

Wait, I take that back. I consider Roman as my friend despite him being my Biophysics professor.

I leap up and stride towards my closet. I opt on going to Leon's basketball game and I want to look cute.

Not for him, but for me.

I wear black flare leggings and match it with a grey crop tube top. I slip on a white ribbed knit raglan sleeve shrug cardigan that I got from Shein and proceed to wrap my soft locs into a bun. I wrap it with a scarf and decide on going with a bare face today.

Even though I'm still suspended, I show up at campus walking inside to the indoor basketball court. It's huge, of course, because it's a college game.

I see Leon and his team prepping for the game to start and I was right on time because the cheerleaders starting cheering shouts unleashing their inner deep voices.

As I sit on one of the benches, Leon sees me and smiles. He waved at me unexpectedly, and his friends snickered behind him.

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The game ends. 115 to 105, Woodlan Hill's won the game.

I leaped up from my seat but my attempt to approach Leon was thwarted by another girl who got to him before I did.

My steps slowed as I watched them. I waited patiently for their conversation to end, not standing like a creep.

That was until they did something I least expected..

As Leon latched onto her lips, they began making out in front of everyone. He was being hyped up by his teammates while he french kissed the girl. As soon as their lips separated, he smiled down at her as if she were everything.

My heart broke, again...

I caught his eye when he looked up from her. As soon as he did, I turned back to walk away. I could hear my name being called but I chose to continue walking.

With every step, a thousand thoughts ran through my head. Despite my desire to cry, I chose to suck up the tears instead.

I'm tired of being treated like an option. I'm tired of being weak. And lastly, I'm tired of everybody walking all over me.

It's time to stand up for myself. I'm 20 not 15 anymore.

It is time for me to change my mindset about numerous things.

And the time is now.

And the time is now

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