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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - H
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I got to the airport as we were flying out to Rotterdam today. "Hey" Adam spoke up. "Hey" "So" "Don't even say anything. My head is already spinning" "Because you're rumoured to be dating your teammate?" "No, because the guy I'm actually seeing is rumoured to have a girlfriend" "Haven't you talked to him yet?" "No, not yet" "Then talk to him" "Well not yet. We're about to go on a plane and then we have training. I can talk to him tonight" "And leave the guy wondering for another like 10 hours?" "He can go without hearing my voice for 10 hours" "I'm not so sure about that and this is so not about hearing your voice" "I know, but I think he can figure out that I'm obviously not dating my teammate" "Again I am not so sure about that. Are we sure he is that smart?" "He is really smart actually"
"How's the spanish boyfriend?" Jamal asked and Adam shook his head beside me. Jamal looked confused. "The spanish boyfriend who isn't really the boyfriend has a spanish girlfriend who isn't me" "we don't know if she's spanish" Adam whispered fast. "Girlfriend?" "Apparently" "Allegedly" Adam said. "How sure are we now?" "I have absolutely no idea what to believe anymore" "We're not at all sure. Let's be real, you've had a lot of untrue rumours too." "We all do" Jamal said. "I know. I'm just scared it's actually true" "I'm sure it's not"
On the plane I just listened to music. I really just thought, a lot. I thankfully didn't cry. I haven't cried all day, but I really wanted to cry. I'm just confused. I really don't know what happened and what's happening. I tried to focus at training and I did mostly. I had a lot of energy which I used. After dinner we almost immediately had team dinner. So when I finally got to my room it was late. I've barely looked at my phone. There were no messages from Hector, but two missed calls. I called him back.
"Hi" "Hi" "You wore my hoodie" "I did. I wear it quite often" "I didn't know you have my hoodie. I've been looking for that for weeks." "well it's here in Munich. Come get it if you want" "should we talk about it?" "I'm not dating Mathys. Wouldn't ever do that. Dating a footballer unless I'm very sure" "Well she's the girlfriend of a friend. I was just out to dinner with my parents and we ran into each other. There's only one girl stealing my hoodies" "I didn't steal it! You left it in my room in New York" "Did I?" "Yes. I don't know if you remember, but you did take off your clothes in my room once or twice" "I might have a brief memory of that"
"I don't think we'll have time to talk more today" I told Hector the next day over the phone. "Seriously?" "Well after the game maybe. It's just we're both on a tight schedule today and we both have a game" "Yeah. After the game" "Exactly. I do have to go in like a minute for warm up" "No" "Sadly yes" "We just started talking" "I know. We can talk more tomorrow" "Mh. I do have something to say about that" "What?" "Can I pick up my hoodie tomorrow?" "Uh I guess. What?" "Flick said if we draw or win today we'll get a few days off and I thought I could come visit you" "I'd like that" "yeah?" "yeah. I do have to go now" "ugh okay. Good luck" "You too. And Hector?" "yeah?" "Please make sure you don't lose today" "I'll try"
From the second I hung up the phone till the game was starting I could barely check my phone. I was on the bench. Kompany said it was because I should rest. I know I need rest sometimes, but I still think that's stupid. This is an important game, I should be starting. I'm a good player. I'm a great player. I complained to Adam when the match started and that obviously in Spanish, so I could like really bitch about everything without anyone but Adam understanding. When Feyenoord scored their first goal I seriously started bitching about our teammates, me not even being sent to warm up, things like that. It got worse when they scored their second goal. They were still up 2:0 when we got into halftime. After halftime it took a while till I was send to warm up and then subbed on.
We were playing better than them and after I got subbed on we played better in general. I took 3 shots on the goal, but none went in. I took my fourth shot in the 80th minute from just inside the box. I powered it towards the goal and it went beautifully in the upper right corner. I ran towards the corner and my teammates followed me. After we celebrated I looked towards the camera and laughed to myself. I'm not seriously doing that now, right? Okay fuck it actually. I formed an 'H' with both of my hands. I winked at the camera. Then I shook my head laughing to myself before turning around and jogging away. I could see Jamal laughing. "I knew it" "Shut up" Sadly Feyenoord scored another goal and we lost, but at least I scored.
"You scored again" "I guess it's my job" "There was this one little thing I saw too" "yeah?" "Your celebration. I don't know if I saw that right, but if I did I really liked it" "Apologising for stealing your hoodie" "So you did steal my hoodie and you do dedicate goals" "I dedicate one goal from a game we lost" "I'm so stealing my hoodie back" "ah well you have got to come to Munich for that" "I already booked my flights" "seriously?" "yeah." "You know what the best thing is?" "huh?" "my sister is even out off town" "That's good"
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A/N: okay last chapter upload
for today, probably
also I hate the chapter I'm writing
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anyway I have homework to do