Sixty three

Maxine's Point of View

The game ended. Alyn's team won, I hope Troy is fine. I hope he won't cry, because he told me that he really wants to play a match with other schools. Hmm, where is he? I should be consulting him now. He's been there when I needed him, and now is my turn to make him feel okay somehow.

"Why are you here?"

Alyn?

"I watched the game," I answered.

His brows furrowed, "I didn't give you a ticket, so how did you watch?"

I arched my left brow, "Are you the only one who can give a ticket? And if you're just curious where I got the ticket, Troy gave it to me. Are we okay now? I'm leaving."

He stopped me, "Troy? Troy Francisco?"

Argh, why is he asking as if he didn't meet him yet? Gosh, I really have to find Troy, why is he bugging me?

I turned to him and removed his hand from my arm, "Yeah. If you don't have any questions, I will leave now because I really have to find him." I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes before I turned away.