Undercover Drama & Late-Night Calls

Everything was slowly getting back to normal. The Cold War between Kaysan and me had officially ended (with hair-pulling and pinching diplomacy, of course), and life felt... peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Until Sports Day arrived.

Now, while everyone else was busy stretching and warming up, I was on a secret mission with my cousin Thomas.

Let me explain: Thomas has a girlfriend. Her name’s Vina. And like any teenage romance in a dramatic household—he doesn’t want the family to know.

Which is exactly why I blackmailed him.

That's right. I found out about Vina, and used that tiny little detail to force him into being my partner-in-crime for Operation: Family Destruction.

Flashback time.

Here’s a fun fact about me:

Whenever one of my classmates—especially the ones who claim I’m their “best friend”—gets a boyfriend, I somehow always end up exposing him. Not on purpose (okay, maybe a little), but I’d flirt with the guy, get him to flirt back, record the whole thing, and boom—relationship terminated.

I was like the FBI, but with more eyeliner.

So naturally, when my cousin sisters found out that their dad—aka my uncle—was cheating on my auntie, they came straight to me.

They’d done their digging. Got the girl’s name. Her number. All I had to do was what I do best: get her to confess.

Simple, right?

Thomas, who agreed to help, suddenly turned into a full-blown coward the second he heard the woman’s voice. “I can’t do this,” he whispered like we were in a spy movie. “Abort mission!”

So, of course, I took over.

I dialed the number, cleared my throat, and said sweetly,

“Hello\, is this Miss Sara? I’m calling from *** Travel Agency. Congratulations! You’ve just won a lucky draw! Two tickets to England\, plus a luxury hotel stay—all free! All we need is your full name\, your travel partner’s full name and ID number\, and your relationship with them…”

And guess what?

She fell for it.

She happily gave my uncle’s full name, his ID number, and claimed—brace yourself—that he was her husband.

HUSBAND!

I had everything recorded. I sent the audio to my cousin sisters. Mission: Success.

...But at a cost.

In the chaos of pulling off this real-life soap opera, I completely missed Kaysan’s race.

His 400-meter sprint.

The one he was actually training for.

The one he told Skyrt he wanted me to see.

The one he hoped I’d cheer for.

But instead, I was in the shadows—exposing adultery.

By the time the mission was complete, my auntie’s house had turned into a live drama episode. People yelling. Doors slamming. Cousins crying.

So I just quietly slipped away and went home early. Didn’t even wait for Sports Day to end.

And because of all that…

Kaysan and I didn’t talk.

Not even once today.

I didn’t see his race. He didn’t see my face.

And no amount of confessions or spy work could undo the fact that I missed the one moment that actually mattered to him.

sigh

Mission accomplished.

But maybe… this time, it cost me more than I expected.

That night, I was in my room, pretending to do homework—more like aggressively staring at my books while my brain went on vacation—when suddenly, my phone vibrated.

It was a message. From Kaysan.

“Hey.”

I stared at the screen for a second. Just one word, and suddenly I forgot how to breathe.

I texted back, “Hey.”

A few seconds later:

“Are you free?”

I typed back: “Yeah.”

And then… my screen lit up with an incoming call.

HE CALLED.

Panic mode: activated.

I jumped off my chair, locked my door like I was hiding a secret mission from the CIA, and dove onto my bed before answering.

“Hello?” I said, trying to sound casual and not like I’d just done a 100-meter sprint across my room.

He started with the usual small talk.

“What are you doing?”

“Have you eaten?”

And then—bam. The real question dropped:

“What were you doing this morning?”

“I didn’t even get to talk to you. You left early. Did you even see my race?”

Gulp.

Suddenly, I forgot every word in the dictionary. How was I supposed to explain I missed his race because I was busy running a full-blown undercover operation to expose my cheating uncle?

So I just said calmly,

“There was… something that happened in my family. I couldn’t stay back or watch your race.”

Translation: I’m not lying, but I’m also not explaining a single thing.

Classic me. Just like him—stubborn and emotionally allergic.

But what surprised me? He didn’t push.

He just said, “Oh.”

And then casually changed the topic like a mature adult human being.

Excuse me? Since when is Kaysan emotionally stable? Who is this man and what has he done to my chaos twin?!

From there, the night transformed.

We ended up talking about everything and nothing—gossip, school, our annoying classmates, food cravings, memes… He teased me. I teased back.

We laughed. A lot.

Like, ugly laughing level of fun.

It was the kind of conversation that made everything else fade. The drama. The race. Even the secret mission.

We didn’t even realize how late it got until the conversation slowly faded into silence.

And eventually... we both fell asleep.

On the phone.

(Just to clarify before anyone starts screaming “LOVE STORY!”—yes, we’re friends. Just friends. Like... chaotic, emotionally-damaged, weirdly-attached friends.)

...Okay fine. Maybe I do have a tiny little crush.

Like microscopic.

Like if feelings were bacteria, mine would need a microscope to be seen.

Totally harmless.

(Unless he smiles. Then I'm doomed.)

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