Trishal's POV
I slinked away like a cat caught stealing fish.
"You should have known better," I chide myself as I gently closed the door to my room and rested my back against it.
"So he was planning on it before?" I reasoned, remembering what I overheard. He just refused because I was the one initiating it, and he didn't want me involved. That makes sense.
Common sense told me he was more capable of handling the problem than I was, but I was far from thinking rationally. With a plan formulating in my mind, I picked up my phone and settled on the couch facing my bed. I sent a simple hello message in our group chat, waiting for any of them to reply.
It didn’t take long for Neymar to respond. As expected, she was always online. Her message popped up almost instantly.
“Wassup, babe?”
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