The guy with the beat haircut on the england team

Chapter 1- the lions hut

"Hi y/n I'm Jack Grealish, the guy with the best hair in the England team!"

"Oh w-wow I-I can't believe it h-hey!" I didn't know where this stutter had came from but I believe jack had given it to me.

"Uh y/n? Why are you stuttering? Do you need someone?"

"N-no I d-don't, b-bye Jack I gotta go."
That was so embarrassing, I ran as fast as my legs could move. I couldn't believe I wasted that chance. He must hate me now. And anyway, why would he talk to a girl like me? I'm y/n, the weirdest girl in my college.

I still can't believe that my dad, Gareth, is making me watch the England team train. Jack is there today, so I'm not complaining. I couldn't keep my eyes off Jack's thick thighs, that were straining through his football shorts. Wow, I thought to myself, he really is a god. He hasn't seen me yet which honestly I am great full for, as I look like a mess today. I would literally die if he  saw me in a huge state. Suddenly, his honey brown orbs meet mine. I'm starstruck. Unable to move, I felt paralysed right to my core ( not core as the fan fix fanny, I meant it as the saying). He smirks at me, the eye contact causing me to blush. I hope that he likes what he sees, but I doubt it because after all, I am just Y/n and he is Jack Grealish, England's player with the beat haircut on the team, compared to that, I'm nothing. I wish he was mine.

All of a sudden, I notice dad calling my name.

"Y/n, get over here, I need to introduce you to my squad."
This is my worst nightmare. I gulp and force my feet to will me to where my dad stood. Suddenly, all the boys turned. I even hear a few gasp, probably gasping at my unruly messy bun, that had stray hairs falling around my face. "Y/n introduce yourself please," my dad then smiles at me almost like a silent sign of encouragement. Again, I gulp, readjusting my bun, and preparing myself not to stutter in front of all of the squad.
"H-hi." I hear someone snicker at me. My cheeks flushing red. "Umm I'm y/n, your managers daughter and I think I'm going to be watching all y-y-your sessions this season."

"YO, why do you stutter like that? Are you dumb." My cheeks reddening in embarrassment, tears threatening to spill.

"Slabhead, that's so out of order man." Jack said while coming towards me to softly whisper in my ear, "I can't wait."
My dad finally steps in and demotes who I now know is Harry Maguire, to bench next game. My dad finally introduces me to the rest of the team. A few stood out to me as good looking, for example, mason mount , his eyes drawing me in from one simple glance.

I leave the boys to train, my mind wandering to 'slabhead's' comment. I didn't mean to stutter, I just get terribly shy. I hear the taps of football studs on concrete and I glance to my left and see jack galloping towards me. "Hey," he says smiling.
"H-hi" I say back.
"Chin up princess, your crown is slipping. Ignore slab, he's ugly." And with that, jack looks up to me and down flashed his signature smirk and turned away walking to join the other boys. Wow, what a beautiful man.