Chapitre 23: Chapter 23: That's a Slap to the Face

HOLLY

I've been hiding from Evan's view the whole day. I know I'm being immature. I should totally just go talk to him, or at least text him to let him know I'm okay. His texts and messages sound more and more worried, and even though he's performing well in skills, I can see on his face that his head isn't totally in the game. He keeps scanning the arena and I know he's looking for me, which is why I'm well hidden in a little pocket of seats at the far end of the arena, wearing an Anaheim hat, which he would never allow. He would call it bad luck, but hey, it's good disguise.

I do feel like a traitor wearing it, for the record. That said, I was getting recognized earlier in the day and I needed to hide not just from Evan, but from everyone.