Unwritten Chords

Chapter 32: I'm quitting.

Anya's POV:

Here I was, seated among the roaring crowd, but cheering for Adrian? Not a chance. I didn't even bother wearing his team's jersey. Why would I?

Right?

That letter? It's safe with me,in my romance noval book,kept on my desk.

I've kept it with me..cuz.... what if he does something against me and I need his handwriting for some kind of a proof? Or investigation?

That's the reason I have it..warna aag laga deti (or else I'd have burned it)

Amy, of course, was screaming her lungs out, cheering for Adrian like her life depended on it. Her entire gang was in sync, their collective obsession with him almost comical. One day, that group will crumble under the weight of their infatuations. And honestly? I'll enjoy the show. Amy, especially, has no business fawning over him. I caught her making out with a junior in the library last week. Classy, isn't she?

"Anya, what's going on with you?" Hazel's voice cut through my thoughts. She was busy multitasking-cheering and snapping pictures of the game all at once.

"Nothing," I muttered, though my gaze shifted toward her phone.

Wait a minute. Was she...was she taking pictures of someone specific?

I squinted.

Oh my god.

Was she zooming in on

No wayssz!!!

Tyler?

"Hazel," I drawled, my tone dripping with knowing amusement. "Babes, maybe focus on the whole game and not just Tyler."

"I can't help it," she said, her voice light and dreamy. "He's been on my mind ever since we kissed."

"You what?" My voice shot up louder than intended.

(When did that happen?) Ye kab hua??

"Hazel! You didn't tell me this!" I practically yelled, barely audible over the crowd.

She shrugged, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "You were too busy with Adrian in the studio. He's smooth, though. That letter and all?"

My eyes widened. "What the hell? Who told you about that?"

She bit her lip mischievously. "I didn't need anyone to tell me. I saw it with my own eyes. You two were locked in, staring at each other. Honestly, it was damn hot."

"Shut up! It wasn't like that!"

"Uh-huh, sure."

"Forget about me," I snapped. "Are you guys dating? I need all the details! Just because I was busy doesn't mean you-"

"Tonight," she interrupted, grinning. "We'll talk on call."

"Wait, are you dating?"

"I don't know," she said, her tone breezy. Then she dropped the bomb. "What does a hickey just above your right breast mean?"

"What the actual-" My brain short-circuited.

FUCK! ye kab hua? (When did this happen?)

"I tried calling you last night," she continued nonchalantly. "But you didn't pick up."

Before I could recover, the crowd erupted into cheers. Adrian's team had won.

The noise was deafening, but my focus shifted. My eyes instinctively found him on the court.