My Childhood Friend

Chapter 35: Old Schoolmate

I was taking a stroll around the city and noticed that it's pretty crowded today. I arrived at the nearest food branch and bought enough lunch for me and the crew. While checking my order, I saw a guy, with brown hair, blue eyes, fair smooth skin, fit body and was about as tall as Mo gazing at me. He's also wearing a dark blue tee shirt which matches the color of his eyes, knee-cut jeans and black rubber shoes.

I looked behind me and back to the boy and noticed that I was really the one he's looking at. After a few seconds, he walked to me and I felt nervous about it. Yes… he's quiet attractive too.

"Hey… (Y/n) right?" he asked with a grin.

"Uh… Ye- yes…" I stammered. "How did you know me?" I asked bashfully.

"Oh, my bad… It's been a year I think... I'm not surprised that you don't know me." He responded and chuckled.

"A what?" I asked feeling a bit of shyness about not remembering the boy.

The boy laughed and ran his fingers through his sleek, brown, straight hair and said, "Ok… hint… Uh… remember the notes that were always coming out of your locker when I you were in the tenth grade?

I looked up and tried to think about what the boy said. Instantaneously, I remembered about the mysterious notes, just like the guy said, and my cheeks turned red. I remembered the notes rather perfectly and now it kept occurring in my mind.

"So… is this the boy with glasses back then?" I thought and stared at him. "But… As far as I can remember… he's only tall as me!"

"Wait… I think I remember…" I whispered and squeezed my eyes shut, "Is- Is your name… uh… what was it… Ke…" I said and exclaimed, "KEVIN!" triumphantly.

"Bingo…" said the guy simply and snapped his fingers. "Good thing you remembered."

"Yeah… Kevin…" I said and gave out a light laugh,

"Your anonymous stalker." He added and cleared his throat, "Bu- but don't worry… that's old news."

Nodding slowly, my phone suddenly rang. I looked at it and saw my best friend's name. I quickly answered it and excused myself to Kevin before I spoke to the Asian boy.

"Where are you?" asked Glitch thoughtfully and I can feel his worried tone in his voice.

"I'm still here in front of the (food branch). I saw an old friend I'm talking to him right now." I replied.

"Oh… I thought… wait. Did I just say HIM?"

"Yup." I said simply and grind my teeth. "You don't know him. We became schoolmates last last year." I explained.

"A close friend?" he asked inquisitively.

"No… not really." I said bashfully. "Glitch… I gotta go. Imma talk to him a little bit longer and I'll come over ok?'

It took Glitch a few seconds to reply and when he did, I cut the call. The young protégé stared at his phone and felt a little bit worried about me. He sighed deeply and banged his forehead using the palm of his hand.

"Did you just say Glitch?" asked Kevin and pointed at my cell phone.

"Yes. What about it?" I asked curiously and raised my brow.

"Glitch from Hi-def crew?" he continued and I nodded.

"Uh-huh…" I whispered and he smiled with excitement.

"You're friends with him?" asked Kevin again.

"Well… yes. He's my best friend actually." I replied and looked down .

"I saw his crew name on DC site yesterday and my crew will also join that tournament. I've always wanted to have a battle with that kid."

My eyes were round upon hearing what he said. I never knew that this guy has a crew but I know that he's on the football team. He's eighteen years old, two years older that the Asian boy. Suddenly, his watch beeped and pressed the stop button and said,

"Hey nice to see you again (Y/n)… Thanks for my time."

"That? Don't mention it." I said shyly and grinned.

"So…" he added and scratched his head, "I'll see you around then?"

"Yeah sure. See yah and good luck in the tournament." I responded while nodding.

"Oh… and I- If you don- don't mind… can I get your nu- number?" he asked sheepishly and I simply nodded.

I both exchanged phones and typed my numbers. Putting my phone back in my pocket, Kevin smiled and said:

"Thanks… and tell Glitch I'm looking forward about the battle." And with that, Kevin left. I sighed in relief and hurriedly went back to Mo's place.

While walking, I kept thinking of the boy I just met. The notes he sent me back then now were recurring in my mind. I can't help but blush while having flashbacks about it.

"Oh, right… I didn't tell Glitch about that. I'm pretty scared at that time." I said to myself and giggled.

Back in the African-American's place, the young protégé can't get his head in the game. He kept thinking about the old friend I said on the phone.

"Yo bro! What happened to you?" asked Mo and stopped the music.

Glitch shook his head and got surprised about his mentor's call. "Wh- What?" he asked and scratched his head.

"I said what happened to you? You don't know what you're doing." Repeated Mo as he crossed his arms.

"Oh…" murmured the befuddled Asian boy and sat on the floor, "I- I just need to rest a bit."

"Ok…" whispered his mentor and sat beside his young protégé. "By the way, where's (Y/n)?

Glitch didn't hear what Mo said. He was blankly staring at the floor and actually murmuring to himself. His mentor suddenly hit the young protégé's head. Glitch glanced at Mo madly and shouted.

"Yo! What's that for!"

"I SAID WHERE"S (Y/n)!" yelled back Mo.

Scratching his head madly, my best fried stood up and walked away.

"Glitch! I'm talking to you!" said his angry mentor.

"I don't care!" said the dance genius stubbornly and slammed the door behind him.

While walking on the hallway, Glitch kept muttering to himself. "Glitch… I gotta go. Imma talk to him a little bit longer and I'll come over ok?" he mimicked. "She chose to speak with that random guy than coming over…"

In the living room, everyone was looking at the young protégé while making rage around the place. They don't know what's going on with the Asian kid but they didn't bother asking. If Glitch is in a bad mood… It's better if you stay away from him rather than getting one of his anger punch.

"What's with Glitch?" whispered the fashion designer when she saw Mo coming. My best fried's mentor just simply shrugged his shoulders and glimpsed at his young dancer, talking to his own phone, sitting in the living room.

"Gone crazy I guess…" said Mo in a hushed voice. "He became like that after he talked to (Y/n) over the phone.

"Oh, I think I know what's going on." Said Layla with a freaky smile. "Your boy's jealous."

"Jealous? Jealous of who?" asked Mo curiously and gazed again at Glitch.

"How should I know? I mean, look him." Said the fashion designer and pointed at the dance genius.

My best friend was making a funny gestures, hand waving, make faces and brushing his black hair madly… sometimes.

"Who's that dude? How come I don't know about that guy?" rasped Glitch and stared at my name on his phone and yelled,"Will yah hurry up!"

"Yup… he definitely lost it." Said Mo and shook his head.