Trishal's POV
"I guess you didn't know either," she pouted slightly, seeming a little down at the fact she couldn't get information on her subject of interest.
I, on the other hand, decided to return to my position, closing my eyes in the process. "No way!" she gasped, shaking me by my shoulders.
"What again, Neymar?" I groaned, wishing I could throw her out of my window.
"What if he had a secret crush on you!" she exclaimed, getting excited for no reason.
"And I thought I was the one whose brain had temporarily shut down," I scoffed, turning my back on her.
She ignored the jab and proceeded with her speculation. "Come to think of it, he always seemed nice to you, and I've never thought of Lord Alpha Loren and nice in the same sentence."
Did he treat me specially then? What history
