Chapter 213: Final Round: Jealousy
Micah returned to his seat slowly, dragging his feet like they weighed a ton. He slumped into the chair next to Darcy, arms stretched out beside himself like overcooked noodles. He stared blankly at the ceiling, lifeless.
Darcy cracked open one eye, barely lifting his head from where he had been lounging with his arms behind it. "What happened?" he asked, blinking lazily. "Why are you so down?"
Micah puffed a little air, eyes blank. "We are imprisoned here. I knew I shouldn’t have come. Archie’s team is just... trouble. Even their fans are maniacs! Seriously, do they not have anything better to do than scream and block the door?"
Darcy turned his head more fully now, raising an eyebrow. "So why did you come?" he asked, voice calm but with a little smirk forming. "Wasn’t it because you wanted to kill that rumour going around? Huh? What happened to that? And now you are hiding instead?"
Micah squinted at him and waved a hand dismissively. "Nah. That ship sailed long ago. Forget the rumours. I came because of you. Didn’t you say you wanted to participate?"
Darcy smiled, satisfied and a little smug. "Yeah," he said. "Thanks."
Micah shrugged like it was nothing. He began to spin the chair a little.
Darcy stayed silent. From the corner of his eye, his gaze flicked past Micah and caught sight of Archie’s back, standing stiff and still several rows ahead. Darcy’s smile widened, faint but victorious.
Good.
Let Archie hear.
Let him know Micah hadn’t come here for him. He hadn’t come here to chase some old rumour, or to be near Archie, or for the stupid bet that got blown up all over the forums. No. He had come for Darcy.