ZARA

Her POV

Welcome to New York  City, Zara would be travelling there for the first time at least. Her dad had gotten a new job opportunity where he decided to open his own shop. They came from a big legacy of a rich family on Zara's moms side, but she left all of that to start a simple family life . Let's just say she wasn't into all that boujee shit and neither was Zara.
"So dad where are we gonna live now?"
"I don't know how bout you be patient Zara." Her dad said chuckling
"shit, so your just not going to tell me, you guys know I hate surprises" Zara said in a joking way her parents a super laid back and didn't mind if she swears.
"Be patient you'll see." Her mom said calmly

It was about 10:00pm at night and it was pouring rain as she looked outside she was amazed out how beautiful rain could be. 
"Hey can you guys stop the car I need to pee." But only Zara knew that peeing was the least of her problems.
"Okay make it quick." Her dad warned her pushing his chair back getting ready to take a nap. Somehow he knew she wasn't going to make it quick.
Zara giggled and gave her dad a kiss on the forehead as she got out of the car into an alley.
"Be safe!" Her mother yelled
She ran down the alley and her whole body was drenched in rain and she took off her leather coat and tossed it to the side and laid down on the ground.

She felt the rain touch her face soaking in the stench of outside, and to her it felt refreshing. She felt at ease. It was all great until a huge rat was dropped smack dab on her face.
" WHAT THE FUCK!" She screamed in disgust quickly rushing up from the ground before hearing giggles in the background and silent "ushes" until the giggles and ushes became louder as it formed a shadow . It was four boys. Now all types of things were going through Zara's head, considering she was a girl standing in front of four men, but she was more angry about the rat. The dead rat.
"Who the fuck do you think you are ?!" She snarled at the four boys with an irritated expression on her face.
"Listen I'm so sorry we didn't know you would be out here." Owen spoke in pity for her.

Of course she didn't know his name but all she did know is that he had a bad boy vibe to him she could see it in his eyes. He had dark brown hair that stopped at his ears and had green eyes standing around 6,3 and he was pretty fit she could tell because he was wearing a white T- shirt that was drenched in rain and outlined his body so well getting every bicep and ab that he had. Zara found him very attractive.

He seemed sincere while apologizing and his other friends stopped laughing as soon has they saw her. But at that point Zara wasn't even listening anymore. She was analyzing the whole group trying to read them. For some reason she had always been like that it's her way of finding friends. The first thing she noticed was how short the second guy was and how he's was wearing a fedora in the rain he had short hair but not short enough to be a buzz cut. Then she went on to the next.

The thing that stood out to her in the next guy was his outfit. He was wearing a snap back New Jersey's hat with a brown sweater that had a bleach stain and and a white baseball jacket, he had on tennis shoes and he was really tall to her. Considering she was only 5,5 she guessed he was 6,1 or something. Lastly the final one.

All she could really look at was his face he has dark blue eyes and medium length dirty blonde-ish brown-ish hair it was messy and wet and was brushed up in front of his face, he was wearing a blue baseball jacket that was zipped all the way up with denim jeans and converse shoes. He was gorgeous to her and she could tell he had a smile that could shine a whole room. She tried to look away but couldn't find herself doing that, she was hooked on his looks.

"Hello?? Did you listen to what I even said???" Owen spoke waving his hands in her face trying to get her attention. Zara eyes quickly removed themselves from the guy she found attractive, joining back into the conversation . " Yea it's fine I guess, what we're you guys even doing with the rat."Zara questioned with a slight laugh..
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There POV

A few hours before the encounter....

When you are  on the field all the outside problems turn into dust. It's game time and you gotta keep your head in the game, unfortunately for Owen Cimmel that wasn't the case.

" Alright. Y'all ready to bulldoze those bichtes !?" Barked Mr Scott the coach of the team in response the team yelled back with a confidence loud roar, he was trying to get them hype for there final game to the national championship.

"Hey Zayn can I use your water bottle I left mine at home." Asked Marty, he was super forgetful and super clumsy.
"Yea, but this is your last straw Mar I swear to you there won't be a next time." Said Zayn he was so fed up with Marty cause every time he would fuck up he would be the first person he goes to. Marty smacks his butt as a thank you and opens up his bag to get the water bottle.

"ALRIGHT let's get out there and make me FUCKING proud!" The coach yelled as the boys locker room erupted into yells and cheers and hard bangs from them hitting the lockers everyone was ready, apart from Owen.
Last year his childhood best friend had died and he wasn't in the right state of mind. Every time  he would close his eyes one flash of his friend would be him loosing his breath, another one of him gasping for air, and the last one of him dead. He choked on his alcohol from being an alcoholic.

But it was time to bring all A game because this was the night the guys could win or loose everything .
As they run out to the fields all they can hear and screams, music, clapping and in sight, they see joyful faces in hopes that they win. People serving hot dogs that one crazy ass dad in the audience yelling at that one shy kid who doesn't do shit on the team to step up his game. The hot cheerleaders doing back flips and tricks and finally the other team. They looked in game mode one of the guys stuck up the middle finger to Owen and Leo, they were basically taunting them yelling all types of bullshit to make the team mad. Owen has the shortest temper out of the four boys well really the entire team. He tried to keep it together and save his anger for the game.
They were starting with the ball first.