Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I took the books from her, but now I was suspicious of this person.
“Did he show me to you, or tell you my name?” I asked her again, holding the books in my hands while she closed the backpack and threw it on her back once again.
“Both.” She answered and my heart sank.
“Actually we, me and my teammates, were watching the last night practice session of yours when he approached me and asked me if I know you.” she told me nonchalantly, her hands now thrust inside her jacket pockets.
“When we told him that we all know about you, and also who you are. He, then, asked us if any of us could give these books to you. I volunteered immediately,” she added, and I listened to her with all my concentration.
I understood her reason for volunteering, but this man ….
