I wanna be yours

Chapter three | broken promise

Amelia Scott

Everything is spinning and I have no idea how I got my self in this position.

After what happened with Cole I decided to have a few drinks to feel better. Zara wanted to stay with me but i told her that I would leave with Aiden.

Another excuse, I just wanted sometime alone with myself to think all-over what happened.

If I told her that I would end up like this, drunk with no one around, she wouldn't leave.

After the match ended, Cole was already angry because of the results. His team lost. But I wouldn't pretend to be sad about it, my brother won and also scored a goal.

He is an idiot if he thinks he tops my brother. A big one. Huge even.

He came outside and calmly told me that we needed to talk. Then, he took me to a corner and started yelling at me.

Apparently he was mad because I kept cheering for other men (he meant my brother) and also looked at them.

Maybe, he saw the interaction i had with Xander, which was nothing.

So what? I can't interact with people of the opposite gender because Cole gets mad when I do so?

He also said that I was whoring with the rival team and that he can't keep dating a whore.

He called me a fucking whore. Because I actually have eyes and can use them.

We yelled at each other for minutes which felt like hours and he told me that I should change my ways or he will be the one changing them for me.

I was really too stunned to even respond to his threat and just walked away.

Then I came here and bought two or three beers, because why not? Fuck it.

Everything was going great until that tall freak showed up out of nowhere. He is now leaning against the wall behind me.

With a cigarette between his lips.

What a hypocrite.

I turn my head to catch a glimpse of him, he is gorgeous. So gorgeous.

It fucking hurts.

His hair is slightly wet and his hair has loosened up and is rested on his forehead.

He is looking away and i have a nice view of his side profile and his sharp jaw.

The shirt he's wearing is clinging to him, his chest being to full display.

"You know it's rude to stare?" he is smirking like he caught me doing something illegal.

Maybe it should be illegal.

"I wasn't staring at you and even if I was I have every right to do so."

I am trying to play it smart because if I don't, the alcohol will say some things I don't mean, or maybe some I actually
mean. I don't know what's worse.

But still I won't be able to take those words back when I wake up tomorrow.

He is smoking. What a hypocrite.