Text Messages — Episode 6

looked up, and, as if fate had planned it, my eyes met the man walking at the very back of the line. The instant Adrian saw me, pretending not to know him, I calmly looked away. For the rest of the match, it was basically Adrian's one-man show.

Even the teammates on the bench couldn't help gossiping. Valet's playing kind of vicious today. The opposition defenders are about to lose their minds chasing him. Wasn't either one saying a few days ago that he couldn't be bothered with this

Why is he playing like he's got cheat codes on today? As soon as he said that, Adrian scored another absolute banger. Goal. The entire stadium erupted.

After scoring, his eyes instinctively swept the stands, as if searching for something. Why do I feel like Vol's showing off like a peacock? Don't tell me he's got his eye on someone. Please.

Even if the football committee rewrote the rules for him, he still couldn't get a date. The moment the words fell, the first half ended. A group of staff rushed over to hand Adrian water. He didn't even look at them.

Instead, he strode toward his teammates. No, toward me.