one night // andre burakovsky ✓

CHAPTER 12

Andre threw his jersey over himself, leaning over to Tom. "Is she actually here?" he questioned.

"What?"

"Bella. Is she at the game?" Andre wondered.

"Uh... how am I supposed to know?" said Tom.

"I don't know, you guys are best friends or something." Andre groaned. "She said she'd be here cheering me on. I don't know if she was lying or not."

Tom looked around at the room, now pulling his jersey over his head. "Yes. She's here."

"What?" Andre exclaimed. "Seriously?!"

"I got her tickets." Tom says, seeing Andre's face light up. Tom groans. "Andre, please don't try anything dumb. Just focus and play your game like normal. This game's more important than her right now."

"Where's she sitting?" Andre asked.

Tom groaned again. "I'm not telling you. And don't try and meet up with her after the game because she already told me she doesn't want to."

"Oh." Andre sighed, looking at the floor.

"Oh my god, you're so obsessed." Tom rolled his eyes. "Just pretend this is a normal game."

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Bella checked her phone one last time before she left the arena. She stepped into her car, starting it and waiting a bit before she drove off. Right as she started driving, though, her phone rang. Bella answered it, putting the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" she said.

"Uh, hey." Andre. "It's Andre."

"I know." she chuckled. "I forgot you had an accent."

"Yeah. I'm not from here." he chuckled, too.

"Good game." she said. "It was a good win."

"Thank you." Andre replied. "Tom said you were at the game."

"Yeah. I was. I couldn't stay after, though, I'm in my car now." she told him.

"Oh. Don't worry about it." he waved it off. Tom was sitting right beside him in the change room, and he had to pretend to act normal.

"So you enjoyed the game?" Andre asked.

"Yeah, it was a fun game." she said.

Bella heard fidgeting on the phone and a "hey, watch it!". "Hey Bella!!"

Bella smiled at the familiar voice. "Hey Tom."

"Bella we should hang out again!! Take more pictures together." Tom said, and Bella couldn't help but chuckle. "Yikes, Andre's glaring at me."

"He wants his phone back. Sorry Bella." Tom says, and then more noise.

"I should've never given you Tom's number." Andre groans.

"If you hadn't given me his number, we wouldn't have been able to plot against you." Bella says. Andre rolls his eyes, remembering the two times they had. He wondered how much more he'd let it slide before he got fed up.

"That wouldn't have been such a bad thing." Andre says.

"Okay. I just got home." Bella tells him.

"Yeah, I should go. I'll talk to you later?" Andre says. "Or... text you."

"Yeah. Text you later." Bella smiled before hanging up the phone.

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