The Scarlet Flower

Chapter 8

I went back inside the restaurant and decided to hit the loo before making it back to our table when I saw Guinevere come out in one of the cubicles.

"Hanabi, where have you been? We were just talking about you." Guinevere was now washing her hands.

"I just went out to get some air." I went in the other cubicle.

"Listen I have to ask you a favor and I hope it isn't too much."

I didn't really reply to her right away I did my own thing and went out to wash my hands before I said anything.

"What is it?"

"Change teams with me."

I looked at her, Guinevere's hands were crossed on her chest and she sounded way too demanding for someone asking a favor.

"Are you really that obsessed with Gusion?" I didn't mean to say it like it's a bad thing but too late.

"What?" She looked annoyed.

"I mean why would you want to change teams with me? Is it because of Gusion?" I asked this time trying to sound much nicer.

"I'm gonna be really frank with you and it's not just me wanting to be in the same team with Gus, but you're bringing the team down."

"Excuse me? Do you hear yourself right now?" This time she really hit a nerve.

"I do and we all know that, remember the last time Gusion saved your ass? I wouldn't be so proud of myself if I were you. Let's face it, you only won the match because your team mates were great.

"Guinevere I pity you, you can cry, yell or even throw tantrums in front of me but you will never be in my place and you'll just have to live with that."

"Don't be too selfish Hanabi. The team has a great potential and you're only weighing them down."

I stared at her gruesome annoying face and thought about ways I could murder her, maybe drowning her in one of the toilet bowls would be best. Nevertheless I did not let my emotions get the best of me and walked back to the dinning area before doing anything violent to her.

I went back to the dinning area to tell them I was leaving. I can't really find any reason to stay and I was too tired and pissed that I might just stab Guinevere with a table knife. I had to lie again that I wasn't feeling too well so they'd let me go easily and thankfully it worked. I was outside waiting for a cab or a bus which ever comes first.

"You need a ride?" Gusion said from behind me.

"No not really." I didn't really feel like talking to anybody, not Gusion most especially.

"Are you sure?" He asked again. This time he turned on his motorcycle. I didn't even answer.

"Well if you insist." He left and I felt a little bad that he did despite refusing the ride. A cab came after 15 minutes or so and I rode back to the MLB suite.

It was another day and we have a match later on in the afternoon. I received a text from an unknown number on my phone

"Meet me at the lobby by 9am"

I checked the time and it was 22 minutes past 9 when I woke up. I hurried down the lobby to check who the text was from and found nobody. The person must have left since I woke up late.

"Finally you're awake."

I turned my back and found Gusion sitting on the lobby couch putting down the newspaper he just read.

"How did you get my number?" I asked

"It's a long story, I'll tell you when we get our breakfast." He stood up and dragged my hand.