Yours Musically

33. Skincare Skills

Chapter Thirty Three - Skincare Skills

"Quit moping already, Becks." Cheryl rolled her eyes as she shoved a jacket in her bag. Honestly, I didn't think she could fit any more clothes in that bag, but that was before she'd somehow made space for three more t-shirts and that jacket.

"I still can't believe Rebecca did that, and everyone accepted it..." I clicked my fingers. "...just like that."

"At least we know why she did it. You should be proud of yourself." She flashed her phone screen at me, playing a familiar video, and once again, I was at a loss. That was how I felt every single time I saw it ever since it had been uploaded.

It was the video of Matt and me singing karaoke at 'Food n More'. Someone from the staff must've recorded it, and later, they must've discovered who Matt was and about his growing YouTube channel. On our way back home, they'd called him and requested a collab post of that video on Instagram. He'd told them he would think about it and hung up, and when I'd asked him if he was actually interested, he'd straight up declined.

So, I wondered what had made him change his mind and agree to do it on the exact morning of the challenge between me and Rebecca.

Even though it was stupid, I just couldn't shake off the feeling he'd done it with the intention of Rebecca seeing it and realizing I was better than she'd been expecting and... what? Postpone the challenge like she did? But it didn't make any sense. Matt wouldn't want that, right?

Unless... he'd somehow developed mutual discontent about our training coming to an end.

See? I knew it sounded stupid. There's overthinking, and then, there's this. A whole new level of delusion. I shook my head to myself, dismissing the possibility for the nth time ever since I'd discovered that video online.

"R-right," I stuttered as my eyes remained glued to the screen. It was at the part where I'd smacked his chest, and he'd grabbed my arm. We both were looking so...lost in each other. No wonder the audience got the impression we were about to kiss.

I forced my eyes to Cheryl's face and sighed. "But I worked so hard for the challenge, Cher."

"It hasn't gone to waste. You'll still sing after six months. You just got more time."

"I know, but ugh." I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my scream of frustration. "Imagine you study really hard for a test and feel like you're gonna ace it, but the teacher says it's postponed to next week. What if you don't perform as good as you were supposed to before because now you won't work as hard?"

"Then, don't make that mista—"

"You two are giving me a headache," Meera sighed from Cheryl's bed. "And why are you packing so many clothes, Cher? The camping trip's only one night and two days? How many clothes do you need for that?"

Cheryl and I exchanged a glance, then frowned at her.

"How many did you pack?" I eyed her slim backpack.

"Just one pair of pants and a t-shirt."

"No extras?" I deadpanned.

"No."

"Oh my God, Mee. We're literally going to camp in a swamp. I don't know how many times I'm gonna need a shower and change my clothes. I packed four sets. I agree Cheryl's doing a bit much, but you definitely underdid it."

"Four?" She blinked. "For one day?"

"Yes. Never mind now. You can borrow from me if you need."

"I can assure you I won't." She patted her backpack, which was lying next to her on Cheryl's bed.