Charles' POV:
My mother had been in Kitsap for several days, yet she still didn't want to come home. Meanwhile, I was at home, sitting on the sofa when I decided to give her a call.
"Mom, why haven't you come back yet?"
"I haven't seen Scarlett yet. I won't come home until I do." She sounded really disappointed.
"Mom, it won't do you good to be there. Just come home, okay?" I suggested, rubbing my temples in frustration. Suddenly, my heart was overcame with stress.
"Let me just wait a little longer. Please," she replied.
"Her leg hasn't recovered yet. I don't think she'll go out anytime soon. You won't have a chance to see her," I replied, attempting to persuade her.
"Fine. I'll be home soon." My mother sounded like she was down in the dumps.
But once I heard her agree, I hung up the phone and went to the tennis court.
Lately, I'd been dealing with lots of problems, and I really needed some time to relax. David and Spencer were already there, waiting for me. I approached them and said, "Spencer, play with me first." "Sure, buddy." Spencer went to the opposite side of the court and shouted, "Charles, go easy on me, okay?"
I didn't heed his request. I went to the service area, stretching my limbs. Then, I threw the ball high into the air, and smashed it downwards in a swift yet decisive manner.
"Charles, take it easy! I haven't even warmed up yet!" Spencer shouted.
Right after he finished the sentence, the next ball was already hurtling towards him at a fierce momentum. Spencer barely rallied it back, and I easily returned the ball.
Within just three rounds, he admitted defeat. "That's it! I'm done. I need a break. David, I'm tagging out. You play with him instead!"
We both turned our attention to David, only to find a girl in a short skirt standing beside him and waving at us.
"Spencer!" the girl shouted.
"Nicole? What are you doing here?" Spencer strode out of the court and headed to the rest area. I followed him out.
"I'm playing tennis with my friends over there. I noticed you were here, too, so I came to say hello." "Oh, I see. Well, go back to your game then," Spencer replied impatiently. Obviously, he wanted Nicole to get out of here at once.
"Are you free tonight? Wanna have drink with me?" But Nicole refused to give up.
"Sorry, but I have an appointment tonight," replied Spencer.
"Do you mind if I come with you?"
I couldn't help but look at Nicole from head to toe after hearing that response. What a dense girl she was!
"I do mind. And I'll have you know that I'm a married man now. My wife doesn't like it when I hang out with other women," Spencer responded, visibly annoyed.
"Wait, you're married?" Nicole was surprised, and so was I.
"Yes, and you know her. It's Vivian."
"What? How is that possible? I don't believe it! You're lying to me, aren't you?" Nicole's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Well, believe it or not, I don't care." Spencer shrugged.
"How could this be?" Nicole bit her lower lip as tears welled up in her eyes. It looked like she was about to break into tears.
"Don't cry. You look ugly when you cry." Even after seeing her so disheartened, Spencer remained tough.
Upon hearing that, Nicole glared at us and stormed away without another word.
After she had left, David and I approached spencer. "Since when did you get married?" I asked.
"Two days ago," Spencer said casually.
"What the hell, man? Getting married is big thing! Why didn't you tell me and David about it?" I asked.
"Well, we've been busy with our own affairs recently. Besides, I don't think it's too late to announce it tonight, is it?" Spencer flashed me a smile.
I grinned back at Spencer. Honestly, I was delighted to know that my best friend could marry the woman he loved.
"Anyway... no more talking, Charles. Break time is over! Let's get back to playing tennis, shall we?" "Alright."
After playing tennis for quite some time, we decided to go to Mint Bar.
And as soon as we sat down, Spencer said, "Order whatever you want. It's my treat. Oh, by the way, Vivian will be here too."
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