Dirty Player

Chapter 1

Adam's pov
4 years ago(Seville, Spain)

I push my shopping cart forward turning to walk down the aisle. I ran out jam and decided to do some grocery shopping. After a step or two, I stop. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen walks up to the sales lady she says something to her and then proceeds to the cake section.

I watch in facination as picks up the folk, cuts a small piece of the cake available for tasting. Seeming to have enjoyed it, she cuts a generous piece of the same cake and chews. She closes her eyes and smiles. Her smile is contagious, I find myself smiling while watching her. This is what I love about Spain, you never know what kind of people you'll meet next.

She moves on to the next cake and does the same she takes a small bite at first and then she takes generous bite. She sampled a total of six different cakes, people passing by glance over at her but she doesn't seem to notice or maybe she just doesn't care. After a few more seconds I gather up the courage to approach her.

"Chocolate or vanilla?" She asks pointing the two cakes.

I look around to make sure she's talking to me. No one is in the vicinity so I reply

"You tasted both cakes, I think you'd know better"

"But they're both really delicious, I can't make up my mind" She says in her sexy spanish accent.

"Then buy both of them" I suggest giving myself an imaginary pat on my back.

"I can only afford one. It's my stepbrother's homecoming party and his very picky so I want to buy perfect cake" she looks at the cakes once again trying to make up her mind.

"Then you shouldn't disappoint, I'll buy you the other cake" I shouldn't be doing this, I don't even know her.

"You don't have to do that, I don't even know you"

"I am Adam"

I just signed a contract with Seville City, am going to be in Spain for a while, it wouldn't hurt to make one or two friends.

"Greta"

"Now since we know each other, will you let me buy you the cake"

"You are very persistent"

"I am" I smile cheekily

"Fine but you'll have to let me buy you a drink sometime"

"Okay"

Present (Marseille France)

"Tu es prêt mon pote" (You ready Mate?) Enzo asks.
I adjust my socks and and lift my feet off the ground doing a little jump.

"Born ready" Enzo grins obnoxiously. He is my teammate and best friend. We've known each other since highschool back home in France. He plays for a club here in France, Paris Saint- Germain while I play for Madrid City  in Spain. But for the world cup, we are playing for our country.

"Are you ready to bring her home?" Coach Mathieu shouts, 'her' being the world cup.

"Yes Coach!" Me and my teammates reply.
"Rappelez-vous juste que vous n'avez pas travaillé si dur au cours des derniers mois pour perdre" (Just remember that you didn't work so hard over the past months only to lose)

I hear the roars of the crowd outside calling.

Les Bleus. Les Bleus.

A shiver licks over my skin adrenaline kicking in.

The other team has already entered the pitch. We are waiting on the announcer so that we can follow suit.

Music is playing and I hear the announcers voice calling our team over the cheering spectators.

We go through the whole process of singing our national anthems and greeting the other players before the game starts.

Game on.