Sweet Taste

Chapter 38: Third Round: The Judging

It’s time for the judging.

The judges went outside of the area and discussed their points of view there.

I felt myself shiver in nervous.

Crepe isn’t anything near what I feel.

Crepe is something you eat when you’re happy and with someone you love like your family.

The toppings are the one which I feel.

Those represent my feelings: kiwi, raspberry, blueberry.

Fruits which aren’t that focused in this world.

Those represent how I feel.

I rarely become this hurt, this is the first time I felt it and those are all dark in colour.

But I hope they get what I meant.

If not, Chace you’re my only hope...

“What did you make? Crepe?” I turned and smiled faintly at Chace.

“Oh, it’s fine. The toppings emphasized the meaning.” Chace patted my head.

He understood the meaning?

“You..know the meaning?” My spirit was lifted.

“You’re hurt?” Chace scratched his head.

He knows..what if he asks why?

Should I tell him what I did?

“Ye-yeah.” I stuttered turning away from him.

It took us a long awkward silence when he suddenly spoke.

“I’m not going to ask why. I know you don’t want to talk about it.” Then he turned away from me and was about to walk away when I grabbed his shirt.

He understands me even if I don’t say it..

You’re really my ideal guy Chace.

But sadly, you can never be mine.

“I..” I began.

“It’s alright. I can wait.” Chace pulled away my hand and walked away.

I need to tell him.

I’m not letting Mace tell him.

I chased after him to where he went.

I opened the window door and there we stood, with the cooling morning breeze blowing my hair to my face.

I’m standing here,

In front of Chace..

And Mace.

Mace is whispering something to Chace.

No way.

My feet moved on its own.

I ran to Mace and slapped him.

His eyes twitched and his cheeks went red.

Chace’s eyes widened.

“Chace, I’m sorry!” I shouted, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I had to do it! I had to chose for the competition! If we win, I know Blake would be proud! I’m sorry for exchanging Blake with the tournament!” I cried and cried.

I fell to my knees.

Tears rolling endlessly.

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..I’m sorry.” I whispered again and again.

“I didn’t told Chace anything about that.” Mace laughed.

No way..

“I told him that I can’t wait for the results because you two are going down!” Mace pulled my hair.