So You're Good At Swimming
"You sound like such a poet." He says. That is his strongest refute because he knows
what I had just told him is true. We go back to watching the game in silence.
I'm sighing every minute because I am borrrrred out of my mind. I don't know how it came to, but all of a sudden, I find myself staring face to face at Calyx.
He is looking at me in the crowd. I glance around to know if he is looking at someone else. But no. His gaze pinned on just me, no other person. And then he lazily takes his eyes off.
It was a very brief moment but it was somehow enough to get my heart quickening with fear and fascination. I feel like I should leave. I really should leave. But that would mean passing the front of so many people. All the seats on my left and right are fully occupied. Why did me and Maverick have to sit in the very middle? Whose idea was it again? Luckily the game soon ends. His team had won.
