Level the Playing Field

Closed Doors.

A/n: Nothing much to say about this chapter honestly. Enjoy ☺️

If Sadé isn't bad at anything else, she's really bad at lying. She's attributed this trait to her religious upbringing, some astrologers claim it may have something to do with her virgo placement somewhere in her chart; whichever one it is, Sadé is a lousy liar- so much so that she has a particular tic when she even tries to. Sitting under the watchful gazes of Celine and Mikayla is making her deeply regret ever revealing that fact about her. Though, it isn't far- fetched to think they would've eventually noticed.

"So let me get this straight, you got us in by writing a paper for one of the players?" Celine's tone is colored in skepticism. Sadé gives a quick nod of her head while she curls her hands into tight little fists. Both pairs of eyes travel to her clenched fist, gazes narrowing. Don't click your pinky nail don't click your pinky nail dont cli-

"Which one? And why did he decide to ask you?"

"Which class do you two even take together?"

Both girls fire the questions at her simultaneously, Sadé is already feeling overwhelmed with being forced to be dishonest and their interrogation isn't helping her nerves at all.

"Why does it matter?! We're going to the party later. Isn't that what you guys wanted? Who cares how it happened?" Sadé immediately begins flipping through her textbook just to have something to keep her hands occupied. It's one of those rare moments when the weather is good, so the trio, like many other students, decide to take advantage by lounging under one of the trees.

"I guess you're right..." Celine mutters but her eyes are still narrowed.

Mikayla bolts up from her reclined position on the grass, "Wait. We're actually going to the party. Holy shit? What will we wear?!"

"Mikky, please don't start doing that thing you do..."
Sadé warns.

"I'm not going to freak out but this is a big deal, we have to leave a good impression. There'll be students from MayBerry there too... hot ones I bet." Mikayla doesn't say it but Sadé can see the insecurity shining through her eyes. Ryan has been rumored to be 'dating' a few women on campus- they don't know how true these rumors are but what they're sure of is how gorgeous the women are. Problem is, Mikayla is having a hard time believing she's drop- dead gorgeous as well.

"So? You're hot too? What exactly is your point?" Celine asks, genuinely puzzled.

"If I am so hot how come he hasn't noticed me before?" Mikayla's shoulders slump.

"Because we're all introverts who don't speak unless spoken to and didn't try mingling with anyone outside of classes before today?" Sadé answers, arching her left brow.

Celine hums in agreement though clearly distracted. Sadé peeks over at her ipad to see her scrolling pinterest for 'party outfit' ideas. She rolls her eyes.

"I think you both are being a tad bit dramatic. It's a party, most of them are going to be drunk by the time we get there anyway." Her statement is followed by a loud ping. It's a text from an unsaved number.

Unknown [10:05 am]: Names for the guest list.

Her heart skips a beat in her chest. It's Jude, she saves his contact before responding.

Sadé [10:07 am]: Sadé, Mikayla, Celine.

Jude [10:08 am]: ok. No good luck for the game?

She stares blankly at his message for a while, what game is he playing at?

Sadé [10:10 am]: uhh... good luck?

Jude [10:11 am]: find me when you get there later.

Sadé [10:11 am]: why?