A Devil Named Aidan ✓

Chapter Three

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I slide my football shirt from above my head down onto my body, the girls were rowing about who the best striker is whilst I hear my phone ringing from my coat pocket. I detach myself from the locker room and see my mums number plastered on the ID.

She hasn't called me since his death, it might be important, I tell myself.

But even with that note, I decide to switch my phone off.

"Nyla! Did you tell Charlie?" Catherine swings an arm around Nyla's shoulders as they follow me to my locker, I grab my football boots and sit onto the bench as I look up at the both of them.

"Tell me what?" Catherine releases a giggle and settles down beside me.

"Nyla wants to ask Aidan out." She nudges me with her elbow, I smirk, looking up at her.

"Seriously?"

"I mean-yeah...might as well." She whispers, rubbing onto her forearm.

"God Aidan is more beautiful in real life." One of the players intervene.

"I can't believe he stopped playing football, he was the best in the league." Catherine says, I tie the last knot and sit up to join in the conversation.

Why did Aidan stop playing? It never really reoccurred to me, why he never plays anymore? I still yet to search him up. And how did he and my brother meet? It was never really specified.

"I haven't seen him so far."

"He should be coming soon."

I wrap my C band around my forearm before heading to the pitch with the rest of the team, I take the clipboard given by Nyla and skim through who is here. It turns out we have a full team today, obviously since a DeLuca will be coaching. I still have no idea how coach got him.

My phone vibrates again, I glance down to see mum plastered once again.

"Alright everyone, twenty suicides-"

"None of that." A voice is heard from behind me, I turn around and my eyes lock with Aidan's. He held nothing but a water bottle and a spare shir in his hands whilst a heavy looking bag was slung onto his shoulder, and god- his body was perfection. He wore a black, tight sleeve top with a pair of baggy joggers.

"What? They need to warm up." Aidan chucks the bag to the side.

Aidan comes towards me, takes his hands out as if I had to give him something. Did he want the check list? My brows furrow.

"Give me the C band, Leandro" Gasps are heard around the team and my eyes grew out of their sockets. Is he being serious? Is this another way to get back at me?

My head slightly tilts.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, give me your band. And go take of your shirt,"

I am stuck frozen in my place, unable to move, his eyes did not hold a single bit of emotion nor lack of confidence. He said what he said. And he knows that. Does he know what he's doing right now? He's revoking me of my challenging work. The sweat I put into receiving this C band.

"Give me your band Leandro. Now." Embarrassment caught up to me, I slide my band down my arm before handing it over to him. "Since I'm a new coach, I shall choose the captain for this season. Now the rules."

I could see he was doing it on purpose, almost to humiliate me. I step back into line with the rest of the players, everything me and my father worked for- gone. He took it within second of being here, everyone suddenly stares at me as if I were some muppets.