Between us and only us (Scamacca & Y/n)

Chapter 3

Which was a completely dumb idea.

I get to the bar with my friend Rosa, luckily she's not one to turn down a late minute invite to a bar, and we start with a beer each and toast to the programme. She's not a friend I hang out with too often but nights like this she's perfect for, the kind of nights you'd rather forget. This guy comes over and asks to have a chat with her; he's quite cute, if I had to guess maybe Italian or French with quite a heavy accent, and as much as I may not be fine being left some I tell her to go and talk. The perks of being single! I've watched her have 6 more drinks and not get her purse out once! At this point it's become more aware that she may be going home with this guy, and I don't think i'm getting another look in tonight, but I don't want to leave just in case it goes ass upwards and so I find myself a seat at the edge of the bar right up next to the wall and order myself a Diet Coke. It's a very cold wall, I may not be drunk but the cold from this wall is sobering. I open my phone to see no new messages, slightly pissed I don't know why I expect an apology. Did he even do anything wrong. I mean maybe I'm in the wrong. Possibly, maybe -

"Already off the alcohol. Rough night?" I look up from my phone to see

"Oh let me guess you're gonna make it better?Holy shit you're Scamacca!" Gianluca Scamacca the new west ham signing.

"Is this seat taken?" He asks again

"No, no sorry that was weird I just didn't expect you to be Gianluca Scamacca and so freakishly tall"

"Are you a fan of me?" He says suavely sitting down winking at me.

"I don't know yet, you where somewhat impressive in the euro final but that doesn't mean I like you terribly" I giggle to make sure I don't sound too harsh.

"Your name is? I should probably ask before I buy you a drink"

"Flattered. Y/n" I say as I reach to shake his hand "but no thank you I'm alright"

"If you say so" he says as he calls the bartender over and orders a beer. Whilst he's not looking I look at his tatted neck, some kind of wild beast it goes all the way up behind his ear.

"I hope you don't mind me asking but I came over here because you looked sad, is everything okay" finally someone somewhat concerned with my feelings.

"Hm, oh yeah no everything's fine" I cannot for the life of me make eye contact, lying to him feels like it would sting. His hand brushes over mine as he goes to grab his drink.

"Are you sure? You seemed like you'd rather be anywhere else" I really hope he can't see the flame he's ignited it me, it flushes my skin.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Sure"

"Pinky promise" Did I need a pinky promise no but in that moment I would do anything to feel the warmth of his hand again.

He reaches out as we interlock pinkies in the sacred childlike promise.

"I know when I go home I'm gonna have an argument with my boyfriend and I don't know if I'm ready" his face sunk as I told him "and the worse thing is I'm angry but I don't even know if he's in the wrong"

He shifts in his seat as if he already regrets sitting down.

"What did he do?" He asks; looking at me, he glances me up and down before setting his eyes on mine. His eyes burn into mine as I finally look into his.

"I got into a new photography program today and I was really excited as it months upon months of submitting work and interviews and today I got the call to say I got in and I was really excited because"I huff as I feel embarrassed "I was proud of myself. I didn't think I'd get in"

"Why not?" he scoffs at me as if me getting in must've been a shoe in.

"Because it's prestigious and I'm just me. I only got in because my professor went over and over and over with me about my portfolio"

"And what did he say?"

"Oh that's cool" I say mocking his emotionless response "and like I get it, it doesn't mean anything to him and he's got better stuff going on but you know it meant a lot to me" he sits in silence contemplating any response, with a face like stone that can't be read "but I mean it's not like I didn't have anyone I was here with my mate but she's gone off with some guy"

"Which ones your mate"

"You see that one" I use my straw to try and navigate his line of vision "talking to the guy in the blue jacket"

It was then he realised the girl his best mate had abandoned him at the bar for was the girl y/n was pointing to.

"If it means anything that's my friend that abandoned me to talk to your friend"
I giggle to myself thinking of the coincidence.