In which two teenagers with an equally big ego fall in love.
Tiana is in her eleventh year of school, Jude plays as a midfielder for her hometowns club. When they meet on a faithful train ride, life takes a turn for the both of them.
"You're todays top gossip." Emma said excitedly, causing a sigh to escape my lips. After I had posted that pic of me and Jude in the elevator, kids at school were now speculating if I was dating someone.
You couldn't make out that it was him in the picture, which was my intention in the first place. I didn't want to end up in a gossip magazine for hanging out with a famous footballer, being the hottest topic at school was stressful enough.
"I don't understand why they care. It's not like I'm popular." I mentioned, Emma shrugging as we walked to our Biology class.
"They're jealous, most of them have absolutely zero game." Emma joked, to which I agreed.
I just wanted to be this week over as quick as possible. Firstly, because I'm tired of school and secondly, because I won't see Jude until Friday.
Luckily for me, the week had turned out to be rather calm. The interest in me had disappeared as fast as it had came, and my exams went alright too.
It was now finally Friday and I had just arrived home. Throwing my backpack into it's usual spot in the corner behind my room door, I hurried down into the kitchen to find my mom cooking.
"Hi mom. Emma's gonna be here at five and then we'll leave for the game, okay?" I explained, her turning around to furrow her brows.
"You're going again? Since when are you interested in football like that?" She questioned before returning to whatever she was doing. I was kind of miserable at cooking.
"I'm just keeping the tradition upright." I replied, my mom just nodding absentmindedly.
"Right. Does Emma want to join us for dinner?"
"Probably. You know she loves your food." I mumbled, pouring myself a glass of water before returning back to my room. I still had about an hour until Emma would arrive here, so I put on my favorite show, Scrubs.
Time flew, and before I knew it, Emma barged through my door. "What's for dinner? It smells heavenly."
"Chili?"
"My favorite!" She exclaimed happily, letting herself fall down onto the bed next to me. Emma was almost living here at this point, to the dislike of my brother Tiago, who was a year older than us.
I think he had a crush on her and that's why he always acted so hostile, but whatever.
"Do you know what you're gonna wear yet?" She asked, cuddling into my blankets.
"Kinda... Jude picked something out for me." I mumbled, Emma's head whipping around to look at me with a grin.
"Y'all are so cute." She commented, knowing she'd annoy me with that. I simply rolled my eyes at her, I wasn't in the mood to argue about that right now.
"Come on, let's go eat." I patted her knee, us getting up from the bed to head downstairs where the rest of my family already sat.
"Emma! How's your dad?" My father asked as soon as Emma stepped foot into the kitchen. I had to giggle to myself, that was such a dad thing to say.
"Oh, he's good. He says New York is great." She answered, sitting down next to me and Tiago. I noticed his sigh from the corner of my eye, causing me to reach around Emma to snap the back of his neck. He tried to do the same, but I caught his hand before.
I mouthed a 'ha' before turning back around to put some Chili on my plate.
Emma's dad had to travel a lot for work. I didn't know what it is that he does exactly, but I knew that he had been in New York City for the past month. She told me he'd be back until Easter.
"Good, good. Greet him from me, will you?" Dad said enthusiastically, shoveling some Chili onto Jad's plate. Jad was my younger brother.
"Will do." Emma smiled, before receiving the ladle for the chili from Tiago.
"Scrounger." He muttered under his breath, Emma just continuing to smile.
"Fuck off." She mumbled back, her smile not fading once which made me giggle.
He just scoffed at her.
After everyone was finished eating and Emma had complimented my moms cooking at least ten times, I quickly helped cleaning the dishes before heading back upstairs where Emma was already waiting.
She had something in her grasp, and when I finally recognized the yellow jersey it was already too late.
"So that's what he picked out for you?" She inquired excitedly, making me answer with a nod. "You're gonna be a proper wag!"
"What's that?" I asked with confusion laced in my voice, Emma just sighing in annoyance.
"Wives and girlfriends?" She stated, me just nodding absentmindedly. "Put it on, we should leave soon anyways."
We started getting ready, at least I did because Emma was basically all ready. She just freshened up her make up while waiting for me to be done.
I put on a pair of black jeans, my converse and a black long sleeve for underneath the jersey since it was like ten degrees outside and I'd rather not catch a cold. My make up remained as simple as every day.
After Emma had called me a wag for the third time, we finally left the house on our way to the train stop.
It was as crowded as usual, but luckily we managed to snatch a seat this time. The ride took about twenty minutes; we picked up the tickets Jude had once again left behind for us and made our way to our seats.
"The same seats, how original." Emma chuckled, making me smile too. We sat in the exact same place we sat in two weeks ago. It was a typical Jude thing to do.
Emma went to grab some drinks, and then the game started. The first half was tensile, both teams having really good chances. With the halftime break moving closer, the players grew more and more frustrated. Eventually, the referee blew the whistle and we finished the first halftime with 0-0.
"Nothing's lost. I mean, better than a opponents goal in the first half." Emma commented, making me nod in agreement.
Taking out her phone, we took a quick selfie for her instagram story, showing the stadium in the background.
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(a/n: imagine it to be night, a football stadium and different fits)
The second half was rather eventful, the opposite team took the lead in the fiftieth minute. After a nasty foul of Reus, who would've shot a goal, Dortmund received a penalty— which they obviously sent straight into the goal.
By the time the referee declared the game as finished, it stood 1-1. Not the best result, but not a loss either.
