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Chapter 4 - HATE FOOTBALL?

Sweating from a dreadful dream , i woke up to fill my lung with air , only to frighten the blondie next to me.

" What the f**k was that "

" Nightmare "

" Whatever , warn me before doing that again." Saying that she drifted to sleep again until next morning, when i had to kick her out.

Seeing me having a nightmare wasnt the first , nor was this kind of reaction a first . Wishing things could be different for once atleast i started cleaning up for practice today.

Football being my first love is something i enjoyed the most in my life , Something that gave me peace .

As practice session ended , i made my way to the buy milkshakes since i was craving one. Once i stepped out of the field , i couldnt believe my eyes . I saw clumsy girl ...jogging. I screamed out of excitation when i saw her "hey , hey wait. " She ignored me and jogged swaying her hips this her sexy curves exposed that could make any man drool . Since she didnt stop i had to run behind her and i was known for my speed to , might as well show off . When i caught up with her i stopped her by standing infront and she bumped on my chest . " i'm so sorry , i ... wait you're the one supposed to be sorry , what the hell was that." Wondering if she didnt remember me " I called out to you , but you didnt stop ." She eyebrows wrinkled .

" I..I'm sorry but...".

" You apologize a lot . Anyway its fine i'm the guy you paid for at coffee and snack . " i pinted my hand backward. And with a desperate face i asked " Remember ?"

She smiled and said " Yeah ,yeah i do ."

" I dont mean to be a creep but mind telling me your name ?"

" Its Macleena Mendez . And you are?"

"You dont know me ? " chuckling while asking my team mates chuckled too , the ones sitting on the bench inside could hear our conversation .

" Is it necessary for me to know you ?" she asked with a smile. Cute .

" I dont know but even the small kids in this country are my fans . So i guess you should have heard something about me . I'm Hunter King , footballer " i asked decently

" Oh is it " she kept her finger on her chin as if she was thinking " Well guess what i'm not your fan , so i dont need to know you and i hate football so i dont give a flying shit ." she smiled and winked and jogged away. Feisty. Standing there with my eyeballs popping out and my mouth hanging like an "O" and listening to my teammates chuckle as well as my bodyguards , i kept thinking how sassy she was. She didnt care she was talking to someone as famous as me . And to my own surprise , I ...I loved it.