The Iceking's Obsession

Chapter Nineteen

I'm guessing I got there too early since the seats are almost empty. I'd probably come a bit too early since there's only a few occupied seats. I pick a seat at the back and sit quietly and tuck the handkerchief into the pocket of my jean jacket. Then I plug my earpiece on and close my eyes.

"Jane?" The voice sounded unsure, like it was questioning itself. I want to keep my eyes closed and enjoy my solitude for one more minute before people start trooping in and the game starts but the voice was too familiar to resist.

My eyes snap open and meet a frowning face observing me way too closely for comfort. I jump out of my seat and almost lose balance. Then I realize who he is. He's Noah. The reason I'm here, sleeping in the backseat of a stadium.

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking sincerely concerned.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, then realize that the two times we've actually met, I haven't been in the best state of mind.

So I find myself apologizing and correcting my statement. "Sorry. I'm good."

"Yeah. You're kind of too early."

"Hmmn. I figured that out already. When's the game starting?"

"In... An hour's time." He replies and my eyes go wide.

"A whole hour? Are you for real? You said..."

"I'm sorry. The time for the game was rescheduled. I was going to text you but I didn't have your number."

"Oh." It isn't his fault. But it didn't change the fact that I was pissed about sitting idle for a whole hour before the game.

"I'm really sorry."

"I'm not mad. I was just going to give you your handkerchief anyway." I pull out the handkerchief and hand it over to him as he stood there, speechless.

"Thank you." I mutter, pick up my purse and start to leave.

"Jane." I hear but don't stop. I'm not mad at him. I just feel stupid that I'm the only one in the whole school who didn't get to know about the change of schedule of the game. Am I that much of an introvert? Don't I have friends at all?

"Hey. Wait up." His hands grip my arm and I stop immediately.

"I'm not mad for real. I just want to go home."

"You're here already. You might as well enjoy the game. Please?"

Why did he have to say please? And what are those eyes? Holy fried chicken! I sigh loudly and give in like the i***t that I am, forgetting completely my mantra.