How The Bad Boy Wooed Her

☓☓ chapter twenty-six ☓☓

[A picture I found online at the side. *I do not own the picture*]

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☓☓ chapter twenty-six ☓☓
[Skylett's POV]

"No you're not."

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"No you're -"

"It's a free country, Asher!"

"So?"

"So I have the rights to make my own choices in life. In this case, I choose to be at the match. I know you're worried about my health, but I'm perfectly fine, seriously. I promise." Not.

My health was deteriorating, but he does not need to know that.  

"Sky, I really don't think this is a good idea. You have just -"

"Oh! I know! I know why you don't want me there!"

He tugged the roots of his hair in frustration and sighed.

"Why?"

"You're an extremely horrible player. That's why you don't want me to be at the game. You're afraid of being embarrassed aren't you?" I concluded and smirked deviously.

He was the opposite of horrible but he does not need to know that either.

Ash scoffed loudly and puffed out his chest.

"Phl-lease, babe. I'm the captain of the team. I'm the polar opposite of horrible."

"Really? I still don't believe you."

"Really?" He mimicked. "Then you shall come and witness me winning the championships with your own eyes."

"Great! See you tomorrow, then, captain sexy."

"Tomorrow, girlfriend."

He smirked proudly, and I smiled victoriously.

One.

Two.

Thr-

"Hey! You cheated! That was a mistake! You -"

The door opened and a nurse walked in.

"Oops. Looks like the nurse is here. See you tomorrow, pretty boy."

He sent me a dirty look and frowned on his way out. The last thing I saw before the door shut was him sticking his tongue out at me.

Looks like my reverse physiology worked.

"Alright, I'll just check up on your blood pressure and give you a jab. After that, you're free to rest."

Another jab?

Life can't get any better.

***

I remember waking up at approximately twenty hours ago. 

After an emotional exchange with Ash, and me praising the lord, I got the doctor.

I remember him telling me that his name was Utt.

Or was it Andrew?

Art?

No, that's a subject.