Love, Offline — The Tipsy Phone Call

He sat alone, checking his phone every few seconds. I knew who he was waiting for. Tulip, after almost getting exposed, I hadn't replied once. We were too close now.

Sooner or later, he'd figure it out. The girl he called babe and begged for kisses was the same nerd he couldn't stand in real life. Would he still love me then?

Probably not. I gave a bitter smile. Adrian suddenly stopped in front of me. You may be useless on the field, but your data's not bad.

I froze. You're welcome. Maybe it was the way he'd pointed at me after the game. You know, we could be friends.

Maybe it was how honest he was being now. But suddenly, I wanted to tell him I was Tulip. I opened my mouth. Adrian! There you are! Man of the hour!

Nolan and a few teammates barged between us. Adrian frowned, but before he could say anything, they dragged him off to drink. Mia, about what you said earlier... It was just me and Nolan.

You were right. I shouldn't have treated you like that. But the truth is, I... Nolan glanced at the screen. Take it.

I slipped out to the backyard and answered. Adrian's tipsy, wounded voice came through. Babe, did I do something wrong? Why are you treating me like this? Hearing the arrogant tyrant from the field sound like a neglected puppy made my heart

Stop shutting me out, okay? Talk to me. I feel awful. Babe, I really want to see you. He just won the game. Maybe I could be nice to him. We'll talk about that later, okay? Don't drink too much, babe.