From Pune Sector

Chapter 24|| "You're kidding"

"I can see you starin', honey

Like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancin' on breaking branches

Those eyes add insult to injury"

Exile, Taylor Swift and Bon Iver

Chapter 24 (omg when did we reach here)

Soham~ (y'all can scream with me)

I don't really enjoy cooking but Jeremy had taught me the basics on how to make a decent omelette. I mean those are just some of the pros of having a pastry chef for a best friend.

Damn, I missed the boy. I haven't seen him in a long while.

I figured the lesser I go around to his house, the lesser chances of me clashing with Jennifer and her boyfriend.

My grip on the whip tightened and I closed my eyes to control my temper.

I was so enthralled that she had come to support me before it dawned on me that no, she was there with her boyfriend.

Me being in the team had nothing to do with it and that's when I lost it.

I regret the things I said as soon as they left my mouth, but my blind rage and jealousy always got the best of me.

Especially when it came to her.

I had apologised to Trisha right after we won the match, that night and she had suggested that I apologize to Jennifer too, but every time I picked up my phone I remembered his arm around her, her smiling at him and my heart clenched in a very familiar ache.

She seemed happier.

Maybe she was.

After all, what have I done other than hurt her and bring her down?

I really don't deserve her.

Ethan does, though.

He was perfect for her and not having a thousand flaws like mister Soham Ashar, here. I sighed.

Before the images of Jennifer with Ethan clouded my mind like it always did when I thought of her, my phone started ringing.

I loosened my grip on the whip, to see the evident bend I'd made in the handle.

Damn, mom is going to kill me in cold blood.

I picked up my phone with the other hand.

It was an unknown number and I was about to dismiss it off as an advertisement but an inkling feeling made me swipe it to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Soham Ashar?"

"Yes?"

"I am Rajesh Anand, from All India Football Federation—"

"No, I don't want it, wait what—?"

"Our scouts were very impressed with your performance last week and they would like to see you again—"

"What? Is this a prank?"

"No kid, they really did love you and they would like to see you the coming Sunday, how does that sound?"

"Too good to be true," I whispered as I rested my back against the kitchen wall.

He chuckled in response.