A Unique Crossover

Chapter9: Try not to get jealous

By the time the first weekend had come, there has been this overflow energy of excitement and relief that every single person on campus was soaking in.
Which has started like yesterday afternoon already and it was legit the best feeling to enter the weekend into. And what was so amazing about it, was the fact that it had come so quickly.

I mean, I went to bed knowing that the next day would be Thursday only to open my eyes seeing that it's Friday. And to make this day even better is that everyone had only four classes.
Which means that I only had afternoon lectures from noon till three and have enough time to get ready for the dance battle between me and David.

I don't know about David, but I was overly excited about tonight's party, it's my first house party on campus. I've been to many house parties during high school, each one being different in one way or another, but still had many things in common.

The setting of the house, the different type of music that get played, the different type of people who'll be there and so much more. So, hopefully tonight's party will be very different than high school.

My history lecture ended right at two twenty five in the afternoon, Charlotte and I walked arm linked together out of the room.
When my phone beeped and something in the back of my mind I knew who it was.
Without needing to see the screen since he has been texting me every fifteen minutes during the lecture,

David: "Ariel, is your class done yet?"

Me: "It just ended now for the hundredth times you have asked me!!" (Rolled eyes emoji)

David: "Don't roll your eyes at me, Ariel. It's not nice."

Me: "I'll stop rolling my eyes at you when you stop calling me Ariel."

David: "Now we both know that that's never gonna happen, Ariel."

Yip, that's right, David has my number which he had gotten from Dylan's phone when we were busy practising our duet yesterday.
And Valeria had been showing me her practising all of the dance moves and steps that I've taught her the day before.

I don't know how the heck neither of us notice him in the first place, I mean, we were practising in front of wheeled mirrors for crying out loud. And no matter how many times I say that David stole it from Dylan's phone, he keeps saying that he 'borrowed it'.

We spent nearly the whole night going back and forth on the subject and he still wouldn't want to admit to the obvious facts. But after a while, we just forgot how he got the number and just text. We chat about whatever random topics that we could think of until I got too tired and called it a night.

Before I could read the next message, Charlotte grabbed my phone gently out from my hands and gave me a look with a raised brow, "You finally gave my twin brother your number?"

"I never gave your twin brother my number, he stole it from Dylan's phone." I corrected her as we walked into the cafeteria for the special on the cafeteria's pizzas which I haven't had in nearly ages.

Paying for a BBQ and mushroom pizza slice with a bottle of water which was flavoured strawberries before Charlie and I took our seats at the back.
As we sat down, Charlie crossed her eyebrows from confusion, "He stole it? From Dylan's phone?"

"Nah, that couldn't have happen." Charlie laughed at what I've said. Like she thought that it was the most ridiculous thing thay she has ever heard someone said about her twin.

"Yes, it had. Dylan told me himself that David must have." I said after taking a huge bite out of my pizza slice with the cheese being warm and soft. The first bite is always as good as all of the flavours burst into my mouth that I double take on bites of the pizza before moaning softly.