The Brokenhearted [Ongoing]

Chapter 16

Third Person's POV

The cellphone vibrated precariously close towards the edge of the bench. Raul rushed towards it as soon as he heard the 'Mission Impossible' ring tone blare through the gym.

"Hello?

📲: "Hey baby, are you still playing?" Asked Micah

"No, no, we just got done. We're just shooting around right now. What are you doing?"

📲: "Nothing, I'm just waiting for you. How was the game baby?"

"You have no idea, it was crazy. Chad came to play today," Raul covered the phone with his hand hoping no one could hear him.

📲: "What?" Micah interrupted. "I thought he was at the Philippines, when did he get back?"

"Today, just today but get this, Drew was here too!"

📲: "No way!" Micah gasped, 📲: "What happened?"

"I'll tell you when I get home."

📲: "No, no, tell me now," she pleaded.

"I can't, not now. Don't worry, I'll leave now."

Micah waited anxiously in Raul's flat  and attempted to kill the time by cleaning up his modest one bedroom flat. Micah always enjoyed coming to Chelsea especially since most of the residents were homosexuals, she always felt safe. However, she hated having to climb tree flights to his door. Pushing aside the coffee table, Micah contained to sweep the crumbs off the rug that lay in the middle of the living room.

She heard the key slide into the lock and leapt for the door. She knew how much Raul loved coming back to his place and having her there. She hoped that one day soon, it would be a permanent arrangement. Running to the door, she pulled it  open and startled him. Raul didn't even have a chance to remove his keys, which rattled violently as they dangled off the lock.

"Well?" She demanded

Strutting in, he pecked Micah. After dropping his bag on the tiled floor, Raul  sat on the mahogany leather couch and stretched his legs on the coffee table. Micah watched every move and then slammed the door.

"This isn't funny, Raul. I'm in no mood for this crap. Unless you tell me this every minute what happened, you and your hands are going to be really close friends for quite some time. And take your bloody feet off the table!"  She commanded.

"Okay, okay, calm down, woman," Raul retracted his legs and sat up straight.

Micah sat beside him and locked at him in keen anticipation. Raul turned and looked down at her. Slowly standing up, he walked to other side of the coffee table.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Questioned Micah.

"Shhhh."

Clearing his throat Raul picked up a fork from the dining table which was only big enough for two. Facing Micah, he raised the fork inches from his mouth and smiled.

"Welcome to ESPN sports Centre, I'm your host Raul Hendrick Froster, covering the most hyped game of the decade."

Micah giggled and placed her hand over her mouth. She always loved his 'ESPN' commentary.

"Two bitter rivals came face to face today to fight for one simple trophy, honour! Sports fans expected a battle of epic proportions on the hardwood floor and they weren't disappointed. Before the game commenced, Chad declared he would be guarding his nemesis, Andrew  Kleinston Baltazar. The rage in his eyes said it all and once tipped off, it was evident in his defence. Those who weren't aware at first soon discovered that more lay on this game than simply winning.