Chapter 35 A- Awkward conversations

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Third Person's POV

"Hey I was about to come get you, the coach is around" a slightly tipsy Justin relays

"Yeah I know" The swim captain folds the full scap sheet in his hand into two halves

"Is that the list you got there? Let me see it" the junior captain claps his hands giddily

"There's no time for that, he's probably in a hurry I need to get to him now" Erling side steps him

A frown forms on the other's face, 'no' isn't an answer he likes to hear. He takes two long strides, enough to stretch and snatch the paper out of his senior colleague's hands from behind him. He grins boyishly with pride as he unfolds the sheet

"Give it back Justin" Erling sighs tiredly

The latter ignores him totally, scanning through the list, his grin fades slowly. He belches in a rather uncouth manner

"Is it my eyes or I don't see your name?" He laughs a bit unsurely, scanning through it all over again

"What the heck is this man?" He bulges his eyes so he sees clearer, taking suspicious glances between Erling and the list in front of him

"You're not going for the decathlon?" He cocks his head to the side, staring him squarely

"I am actually, I'll be representing in the quiz competition"

His remark earns a scoff from Justin

"In the quiz competition" he mimics "are you even listening to yourself?" He raises his voice, attracting attention of those seated at the dinner

"Lower your voice Justin, give me my list" he stretches his hand out to receive it

Justin hands the list over to him then swats his arm painfully

"Does it hurt?" He asks

Erling doesn't reply, he massages his temple with the fingers of his other arm

"It doesn't, thought as much, then what the hell do you think you're doing?" He speaks, Erling wrinkles his nose slightly because of the mild stench of vodka

He doesn't reply still

"Have you seen our training lately? Or have you forgotten the way Bolton would have wiped you guys clean last year if not for you and Senior Ameen?
How on earth do you expect us to compete against those ones? What about Middleton and that new swim captain? We have got nothing on them!!"

"I made my decision" he says calmly

"Did you even try?" Justin yells, a crowd forming gradually

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