21

“Chloe, listen to me.” Brett tried holding me from behind, as I walked ahead of him.

I didn’t speak to him yesterday night when we came to our hotel and he kept bugging me. He thought my anger would be cooled down by the time I woke up the next morning, but it didn’t.

“Chloe, please.” He said, swirling me around to face him.

“You’re getting late. Better head back to the ground.” I said, pointing over to the ground he should be at.

Today was the day of the game. The day everyone was waiting for. And instead of being with his team, Brett was clinging to me.

“I don’t care.” He said. “Just don’t be mad..”

“Why not?” I said, furrowing my brows and folding my arms. “You embarrassed me!”

“Chloe-”

“You went through.. everything. And it was so embarrassing!” I covered my face in dismay

“I’m sorry.” He said, pulling his lip out to form a sad expression. “I really didn’t mean to..”

“I’m still mad,” I said. Though he was very tempted to forgive, I wanted to see what he could do to make it up to m