Try Me || Erling Haaland

Chapter Nine

The coach blew his whistle to signal the end of the training session. My gaze broke from the floor and up to the clock above the pitch.

The girls were on the pitch, laughing and messing around as they had finished early. I watched as Hemp lined the ball up behind a small cone, booting the ball with power into the net. The girls took it in turns to kick the ball.

A deep voice snapped me out of watching them.

"Didn't even notice you were here!" I heard the familiar accent shout, I turned to my right to see Jack leaning over the other side of the wall on his elbows, to the side of the pitch.

"Because she's actually been quiet for once," John mumbled, with a smirk on his face, standing next to Jack with his arms crossed.

"And, she doesn't look hungover..." Jack trailed off, his face turning to one of mock concern. A few of the boys had grouped around where the two players stood, the rest going back to the changing rooms.

"So original," I taunted, narrowing my eyes. Jack mocked me, narrowing his eyes back at me. I ignored him and stood up to stretch my legs when I heard Jack's panicked voice.

"Where's your left arm?!" He shouted in horror, standing up from his leaning position on the wall. Out of the corner of my left eye, I watched as a few of the girls turned their heads in our direction to listen to the conversation.

Where's my left arm?

I was confused, until I looked down and saw that only my right arm was hanging out of the hole of my hoodie. The left sleeve was completely limp.

I looked back up at him with a blank expression.

"Gone," I deadpanned, staring at him. His eyes widened in shock and his mouth opened.

"What do you mean... gone?" He asked quietly, his eyes still wide. I saw John roll his eyes.

"Gone, missing, non existent," I listed off, I had a serious expression as I continued to look at Jack.

I watched as Jack's eyes left my face, looked at my left arm, returned back to my face and then back to my left arm.

"She's having you on mate," John nudged Jack with his elbow. Jack didn't move from his position, nor did his face change expression. He was still looking at me like a goldfish.

John looked from Jack to me in disbelief. Jack was one of the most gullible people I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting.

"So, you still have a left arm?" Jack asked, sounding unsure of himself when he spoke.

A sigh left John's lips as he put his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on the wall.

"There's no hope," I heard him mumble to himself. I bit back a smirk, keeping my serious expression. I heard a chuckle come from the side of John and I looked to see Erling watching in amusement.

"Where is it?" Erling asked in confusion.

"Where's what?" I asked blankly back, not thinking of the earlier conversation.

"Your arm," He nodded in the direction of my left arm.

"Yeah, where is it?" Jack asked, looking at me in anticipation.

I sat back down on the bench, slumping my back against the wall.

"Under my hoodie," I mumbled, turning my attention to the girls who were still lining the ball up and taking it in turns to kick it into the net.

"What?" Jack asked, his voice higher in pitch.

"Under my hoodie," I mumbled louder. I looked over at Jack who was equally just as confused as when I said I had no left arm.