Author's notes: (Yup, starting this thing with the Author's notes, bear with me please haha)

Hey people! Thank you for all the support reading London Calling! Thank you a millions times :)

And I'm really glad it feels like you guys are already starting to know my characters! Although I think there's still a lot of things going on with Elliot that we don't know about. Don't you guys think so? I know. I know. Elliot's...pretty hard to calculate. Even I, as the writer, is kind of having a hard time knowing the guy! HAHAHA. How mysterious is that? But I promise we'll start digging in Elliot's core in the next chapters ;)

Anyway. I wanna hear your comments about Bobby! What's her personality sound like, reading her? Actually, I wanna hear your comments about Elliot too! I just want to find out what you guys think about him and compare it with the idea of "Elliot" I have in my head. See? We're all in this together ;)

And who's your favorite character so far? Mine is Z. Hahaha I know. He just got here. But I don't care. He's fab, gay, and in fashion. Need I say more? LOL.

Again, thank you all! Totally sending you cyber hugs and kisses right now.

So without further ado, here's CHAPTER 20!

"How are you guys not hangover?!" I cursed under my breathe, panting like I had never panted before.

"You'll recover," Daniel laughed and tapped me in the back. That didn't help, I just made a choking sound.

"Sorry," he said and all I could do was groan.

"Hey! Are we playing or talking?!" Coach Dylan yelled at us. I couldn't believe he saw us when he was practically at the other side of the field.

Daniel sprinted across the field the moment our foot ball coach yelled while I grunted like a five-year-old who was being forced to sleep.

It was good though that the entire class knew I was the worst player. So none of my teammates actually dared pass the ball to me. I was just there to run across the field and act like I was playing. I forced my legs to run when all they wanted was to drop.

I heard people screaming, cheering, whatever. The throbbing of my own head was too loud to grasp what the people around me were saying. I ran with my eyes half-closed.

"Are you okay?" Max ran beside me, panting.

I forced to open my eyes wide and looked at him. "Yeah."

"You do not seem alright," he said, sounding a little concerned.

"Just a little headache," I smiled at him. "Go on now, I'm just going to do my thing here. Act like I'm playing. Our team has to win, I don't think I'd be able to crawl under between anyone's legs if we lost," I shooed him away.

He stifled a laugh and gave me a tap in the shoulder. I continued running towards wherever the ball headed, not caring if I was bumped or pushed. I just had to survive this game and I'm heading to the bathroom again.

I saw Elliot running. He looked like a superstar athlete. I followed him with my eyes like I had always been doing when someone knocked me off my feet with a bump on the hips. Now not only my head was in pain, my ass too. Great. Just great.

"Oops!" Suzy squealed. "I am so sorry, Bobby." She put on an apologetic smile. I almost believed her smile was real.

"It's okay, I'm fine," I forced myself up.

Coach Dylan blew his whistle. "Is everything okay in there?!" he yelled. Him yelling was starting to drive me crazy.

"Yes!" Suzy and I yelled back at the same time.

Then I was back on my feet, brushing the dirt off my butt.

"Thought you should thank me. You really needed a knock out or Elliot might melt from your stare," Suzy snarled at me before sprinting across the field and joining the heated game.

My jaw dropped on the grass.

"Bobby!" I heard Chloe's voice from a far. I turned to the bleachers and saw her held up a thumb.

I held up mine too, indicating everything was fine.

I continued playing—acting, running wherever because I was not in my own mind already. The headache was too much. I had to remind myself not to ever, ever, ever drink anything with alcohol ever again.

"What are you doing?" Someone snapped at me from behind. It was a whisper but it sounded harsh.

I slightly turned to my right to get a glimpse of who it was and there was Elliot. Sweaty, glistening, glittering, Greek god Elliot.

"What?" I almost snarled. The last thing I definitely wanted to do right now was talk because every time I'd open my mouth, I'd feel bile coming up in my throat.

"Why are you sleeping while running?" he asked.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry but nobody warned me about massive hangovers," we both continued to run so that Coach wouldn't notice us.

"You should take a break."

"And what? Gain 10 rounds of running around the field next week? No thank you," I snapped at him. I just realized wasn't the nicest when I was feeling sick—and I had never felt this sick before.

Elliot shook his head, irritated. "Then you better make sure your neck is still intact when this game is over," he said almost in a scowl and ran away from me.

"Whatever," I mumbled to myself and rolled my eyes.

I continued my thing and acted. I glanced at my watch. We probably had 3 more minutes and we're done. Oh yes, please please please.

I was having my own celebration in my head when a ball suddenly hit my toes. I stopped running and stared at it. It wasn't moving, it was just there, which I thought was weird because we were in the middle of a game.

I looked up and saw a bunch of people running straight to my direction. My eyes shot open. I was going to get mobbed by a pack of dogs any minute.

"Bobby!" I looked to my right. Max was there, asking me to kick the ball towards him.

"What are you doing?!" I glanced to my left. There was Elliot, his whole face wrinkled, yelling at me to kick the ball towards him.

Then I looked up front, the pack of dogs—I mean, players, were still charging towards me. Shit.

I didn't know what happened but I shot my eyes closed and kicked the ball as far away from me as possible like it was a ticking bomb.

I opened my eyes and followed where the ball was going. Everyone stopped too and followed the same thing I was looking at. It was like everything went slow-mo. Then the ball smacked Coach Dylan's face. Holy freaking cow, I kicked the ball to the face of my PE teacher.

Some people gasped, some laughed, some were just amused. Me? I felt even sicker than I had never felt before. I dropped to my knees and slammed my palms on the grass. There went the water I had been hydrating my body with all morning. Then goes my breakfast. Then some more liquid.

I couldn't believe I puked on the grass. Of our foot ball field. In front of everyone. I can die already.

It's been days since the day I loathed the most and I still wasn't sure if I'd be able to attend any or foot ball sessions in the future

I headed to the buffet in the cafeteria by myself, an hour later after lunch time. It wasn't always that I go grab lunch alone but stuff happens. Like when I had to cram a homework so I had to take lunch a little later. I was expecting few people this time around but I didn't know the cafeteria was this busy even after lunchtime.

I couldn't believe I still had to line. I was starving I could probably eat an entire cow.

"Oh who do we have here?" A girl suddenly spoke behind me. No, whispered in my ear actually. Her voice, familiar.

"Pardon?" I turned around and raised my eyebrows.

"What a poser," Suzy scoffed. "Do you really think you're part of their circle?" She asked.

"Ehh-xcuse me?"

"You're way out of their league." She rolled her eyes.

Oh no you didn't. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I smiled at her despite the feeling of stabbing her in the face. Then I turned my back to her but she suddenly gripped my arm. I was just about to jerk my arm back at me when a hand suddenly landed on my lower back.

"Is there something wrong?" Elliot popped out of nowhere.

I looked at him, eyes wide. Suzy softly let go of my arm and put on the sweetest smile.

"Hi Elliot, no it's nothing." She smiled seductively. Gross.

"Hi Suzy," he replied and turned to me. "Where's Chloe?" His disinterest towards this Suzy girl was so obvious. I glanced at her for a bit. She was scowling.

"Uh. She went somewhere with Daniel," I replied. He only nodded.

"Can I cut in the line please?" He turned to Suzy.

"Sure," she smiled and stepped back a bit.

"How are you?" Suzy asked him.

"I'm good, thank you," Elliot replied. Then he turned his back to her. Well, I was thinking he did. I wasn't looking at them, I had to face up front the line if I wanted to hide the snarl on my face. I knew he did turn back because I felt his warm breathe touch my nape. I better should stop putting my hair in a bun.

"What about you and Olivia?" Suzy continued stirring up a conversation. I barely heard her but she made it pretty clear that she wanted me to hear Olivia's name.

"I'm pretty sure it wasn't your business, Suzy, but thanks for asking," Elliot's voice was soft but I knew there was a tinge of annoyance in there.

I heard Suzy scoff. I knew her jaw touched the cafeteria floor and I just couldn't help but feel triumphant. Ha-ha!

Elliot put his hand behind my lower back again and pushed me a bit. His touch sent a buzz of electricity on that part of my body and it radiated to my stomach, like he had some magical powers. WEIRD.

"Can you walk please? I'm actually starving," he said in almost a whisper, bending down to my ears. I felt his breath touch my nape again. I definitely had to stop wearing my hair up.

Apparently, I was too busy trying to eavesdrop in their conversation that I didn't notice the gap between me and the person in front of me in the line.

We went to our table soon after we got food. We didn't exactly have table arrangements in the cafeteria but it was like an unspoken rule for people to know who sits at which table.

Elliot placed his tray on the table and sat in front of me. I didn't realize I was staring at him again. AGAIN.

"Is there something you want to say to me?" He asked, taking a bite off his sandwich.

"What was that about?"

"What?" He asked the moment he swallowed the food in his mouth.

"I'm pretty sure you know what I am talking about. Snapping at Suzy, cutting in the line…" I said.

He wiped his mouth with a tissue and propped his elbows on the table.

"Bobby, I have ears. I know about the rumors spreading around." He looked me in the eyes. His silver eyes distracted me again. "Look, I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault. None of it is." He added. Wow, this was the first time I heard sorry from his lips. I had to take note what date it was today.

"Why are they calling me that anyway?" I asked casually.

"Because those people are mental." He said plainly.

He probably didn't want to share anything about this story to me. I just nodded and started eating.

"It's just that you are the first person who joined our group since Olivia," Elliot suddenly spoke.

I looked at him like I was asking for more clarifications. I needed more explanations.

"Most get intimidated by me," he said plainly.

"Well I have to commend you for your honesty," I told him. I couldn't believe I said that.

He looked at me and arched an eyebrow.

I cleared my throat. "Why do they get intimidated anyway?" I asked.

"Because I'm awesome."

I rolled my eyes, "and conceited," I added.

He stifled a laugh.

"Are you guys together?" I asked.

"Hm?" Elliot raised his brows.

"You and Olivia?" I spoke in between bites. I didn't realize I had gotten much more comfortable around him already.

For a second, he just looked at me. "No," he said. "We're just really close friends," he added.

"Well, based on Chloe's observations, you guys are pretty in there," I said.

"So you guys fancy talking about me, huh?" he smirked.

I choked on my orange juice. "Of course not."

"Yeah, I think you do." The guy's an expert in switching topics.

"Don't flatter yourself. We all know Chloe's a big chatterbox."

He didn't say anything after that. He just put on a lopsided smile and continued with his lunch.

I was just on my 5th bite when Elliot finished his lunch. I was expecting he'd leave soon after he was done eating but he didn't. How convenient, now I was forced to speed up. A few more bites, chew, and swallow, I was finally done.

"I'm done. You staying behind?" I asked him the moment I finished my food.

"No. I'm also leaving," he replied.

"Alright, then I'll get going," I almost stammered. I grabbed my bag and started walking towards the way out. I was expecting he was going the other way but he followed behind me and I couldn't help but notice peoples' eyes follow us. Maybe because this was the first time Elliot and I ate together alone. And in a snap, my cheeks heated up.

Just walk, Bobby.

I took a deep breath the moment we stepped outside the cafeteria. Then I turned to face him.

"You know, if you didn't want people spreading rumors, I think it's best if we're not seen together. I mean if it was just the two of us." I told him.

He arched an eyebrow.

"I don't care what they think about," he scoffed. "I am more worried some random girl would suddenly grab your arm and break it in half."

"Oh," was all I managed to say. Did he say worried? Worried about me? Nah. Probably not.

"Okay," I added. "Well then, I'll go now," I said and quickly turned around. I walked as fast as I could and glanced behind me. He went the other way. His walk was so distinct I was pretty sure I'd know it was Elliot just by looking at the person's stride.

My heart was beating so fast I had to pause and press my back on the tiny wall of the Arts Building. I thought I was going to get a heart attack.

"What the hell was that?" I asked myself.