Yours Musically

4. The Showdown

Chapter Four - The Showdown

"You?"

"What the fuck?" he roared with a look of sheer disgust while I stared at him with an open mouth, still in the middle of recovering from my shock.

"What are you doing here?" I finally shrieked.

He raised a brow, barely masking his irritation at my question.

"What the fuck do you mean by what am I doing here? What are you doing in the boys' changing room?" he demanded.

"Wait!" My eyes widened as I slowly put everything together. "I've been talking to you? It was you yesterday?"

I was glad I wasn't the only taken aback by the realization. As he grasped the information, his eyes darkened with intense loathing for me, then a dangerous look flashed in them.

For a second, I forgot all about my own anger when he took a furious stride out of the shower area and towered over me.

His eyes seemed to be on a mission. A mission to pierce my soul. There was a threat lingering behind them as he asked in a low voice, "are you playing games with me, Andrews?"

I was baffled. Games? Wait! He didn't think I was deliberately talking to him, did he?

What the hell did he think of himself? That assumption alone of his ticked me off and I found myself taking a hostile step towards him and lifting a finger to his chest. "Do you honestly think I have nothing better—"

"Yesterday in the coffee shop," he cut me off, keeping his eyes on mine as he took another step forward, consequently making me run low on my previous courage and take a step back. "You talked a good game of absolutely hating me and wanting nothing to do with me."

He tilted his head to the side as the pensive look on his face morphed into self-satisfied arrogance as his eyes ran over me brazenly.

Then as unexpected as it was, a little smirk curled across his lips and the sound that came out of him next could've been ruled out as imaginary by me if I didn't witness it in person right then.

A deep chuckle erupted from his throat as his eyes flicked across me one more time. For a second, I wanted to punch him but instead, I looked down at myself self-consciously until he clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. "I get it, Andrews. I'm flattered. But I'm turning you down."

"Excuse me?"

"Obviously you have a thing for me."

Say what?

I stared at him blankly for three seconds. Then, the chuckles were unleashed. It started out as a little chuckle of disbelief, and soon, I was laughing my guts out. Holding my stomach and panting for breath kind of laugh.

"Oh my God!" I said once it had subsided. "No, I do not have a thing for you. If I knew it was you in there, I wouldn't even be caught in the proximity of this changing room."

All this time, he'd been watching me with his arms crossed over his chest. I couldn't tell if he was amused himself or even more annoyed. His face remained stoic.

"Right." One of his brows perked up. "You want me to believe this and the coffeeshop encounter is all a coincidence. We don't talk for years and now suddenly you're bumping into me all the time. Listen, Andrews, I appreciate you trying to get my attention and you have it. But I'm gonna have to let you down because it's never gonna happen."

"I don't want anything to happen." I held up a finger.

"People do turn defensive after rejection and I wouldn't expect any different from you. But if that's really the case, then." He pointed his thumb to the door indifferently, asking me to leave.