Yours Musically

24. Higher Stakes

Chapter Twenty Four - Higher Stakes

I was in a good mood.

There was no particular reason besides the fact that things, for once, were working in my favour. Matt was training me and I was certain the idea of me and Sean wasn't very far-fetched anymore.

I made my way towards the bleachers with a bright smile. The practice was about to start.

"Becks!" I heard someone call just as I was about to climb the first step and stopped in my tracks.

Chad caught up with me, a little breathless from the sprint, and offered me a nervous smile. "Hey!"

"Hey, Chad. What's up?"

"I've been meaning to talk to you since Chris's party," he spoke hesitantly. "I'm really sorry about the whole dance floor thing."

"Oh." I'd completely forgotten about it.

"I don't know what I was thinking when I tried to...kiss you. It was stupid. And I was drunk." He scratched the nape of his neck awkwardly.

I recalled Matt pulling me away from him before he could make a move. He said I would be thankful for that when I would be sober and he was right. If Chad and I had actually kissed, it would've been really embarrassing and awkward later.

"It's alright, Chad," I assured him. "Don't worry about it."

A look of relief crossed his face. "Really? Are you sure? We're cool?"

I nodded, then remembered something.

"Wait!" I pointed my index finger at him. "I do have a bone to pick with you."

His brows crinkled. "What?"

"That video of me and Matt. Why would you upload that? Half of my problems started because of that video, you know that?"

"Oh!" He laughed nervously. "I'm sorry?"

"Can you please take it down?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Do you really want me to? I mean I gained more than five hundred followers because of that one video."

I deadpanned.

"Okay okay fine!" He nodded. "I'll take it down. I shouldn't have uploaded it without asking you in the first place."

"Thank you!" I sighed in relief. Now I didn't need Matt to delete his comment because it would be gone for good with the video.

Think of the devil, I thought as I caught a familiar face behind Chad. My enemy was marching down the field like he owned it—embodiment of walking trouble in his #52 black and golden jersey, showing off his broad shoulders and big arms, and with the way he walked, anyone wise enough would get out of his way when he looked as pissed as he did right then.

The sunlight fell perfectly on his dark brown hair, giving it a golden tint as he pushed it back with a scowl. Did I mention that his eyes were locked right on us? And suddenly, I felt like a target.

"This conversation has been a real relief. I'd been trying to talk to you since the party," Chad said, drawing my attention back to him. "The last thing I wanted was you being creeped out by me, Becks."

"We both were drunk. It's fine." I smiled.

Just because my enemy was watching us, it didn't mean he was coming up to us, right? I was expecting him to walk past us but my stomach did a weird flip when he stopped right next to us and turned to Chad.

Chad, on the other hand, was absolutely taken aback. His back straightened up and surprise fell over his face as he offered Matt an edgy smile after recovering. "Hey, buddy."