Avery Thompson is a professional football player for Manchester United.
What will happen when a certain Irish girl seems to have a strong hatred for Avery?
Will they ever outgrow this?
Arriving back into the changing rooms it was clear there was a sigh of relief from everyone after the game but my head was more focused on a certain Irish girl who seemed to have a very strong hatred for me.
"Hey, Ella, can I ask you something?" I leaned in closer to her as we sat down next to each other in the changing rooms.
"Sure, what's on your mind?" Ella responded, beginning to undo her boots and slip them off.
"Has Katie McCabe ever said anything mean or rude to you, or anyone else you know, for that matter?" I asked, a perplexed expression on my face. Ella's head spun around in utter confusion at the question.
"Never. I've never had a one-on-one conversation with her, but she's always been respectful. She comes over to our team after games, win or lose, to thank us for the match. Why do you ask? Did something happen?" Ella inquired, now facing me with her hands on her knees.
"Maybe I'm just overthinking it, but she seemed to go out of her way today to purposely annoy me," I replied with a sigh, leaning back against my locker space.
"Don't let her get in your head. She's an aggressive player, and it seems like getting under your skin was one of her tactics," Ella reassured, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"I guess so," I replied, picking up my clothing items and placing them in my kitbag, preparing to leave.
Leaving my conversation with Ella behind, I grabbed my kitbag and hurried towards my car, the thoughts of the Irish woman still swirling in my head. It was just my nature to overanalyze every interaction, questioning if I had done something to provoke such behavior. It was as if her actions had unearthed a wave of self-doubt, making me reevaluate the entirety of my existence over the past 23 years.
Upon arriving back at my flat, I made a decision to post on Instagram about today's match, partly to gauge the reactions and see if anyone else had noticed the altercation between McCabe and me.
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Liked by ellatoone and 21,957 others Averythompsonn +3 points👹 onto the next one reds🫶🏻 ellatoone shiningggggg🤩 averythompsonn no.1 fan❤️ leahgalton21 supastar⭐️ averythompsonn 🫶🏻🫶🏻 lessirussoawfc14 McCabe v Thompson???? Wosoawfc8355 all hell was breaking loose today
I guess everyone else did see what McCabe was at on the pitch then.
After today's game, we had a much-needed two-week break before our next match due to the Champions League week. Some of the girls had planned to gather at Ella's flat tonight for drinks and games, and I was really looking forward to it.
As the clock struck 6pm, I realized it was time to start getting ready. Fortunately, it didn't take me long to get ready, but most of my time was spent deliberating over what to wear. I stood in front of my wardrobe, staring at the assortment of clothes hanging there for a good 10 minutes. With each item I picked out, I found myself muttering, "Too fancy," "Too casual," "Too warm," or "Too boring," ultimately discarding them onto the floor in frustration.
After much contemplation, I finally settled on a pair of black loose-fit cargos and a dark green plain t-shirt as my outfit of choice. I wasn't one for dresses, skirts, or tight clothing—it simply wasn't my style.
Satisfied with my choice, I gave myself a final once-over in the mirror, making sure everything looked alright. With a nod of approval, I decided it was time to book an Uber to Ella's flat. Even though her place was just a five-minute walk from my apartment block, I preferred not to venture out alone in the dark at this time of night.
The Uber arrived promptly, and I hopped into the car, mentally preparing myself for the night that lay ahead.
"Averyyyy come in", Ella roared out as she opened the door, her voice indicating that the drinks had already started flowing. I greeted her with a warm embrace before scanning the room to see who else was present. That's when my eyes landed on a familiar face I had been missing—Alessia Russo.
"It's great to see you again, Avery," Alessia said, approaching me with a gentle hug. "Well, you saw me just four hours ago, but I'm glad those few hours were enough for you to miss me," I replied with a playful laugh as we broke the hug.
The games flowed for an hour that consisted of monopoly, uno and even mario kart which got very competitive. The drinks were also flowing freely just as much as the games which was clear when Ella announced what game she wanted to play next. "Truth or dare anyone?".
As we gathered on the sofa, some of us taking a seat on the floor, Leah kicked off the game by posing the question to Ella, "Truth or dare?"
Ella, opting for truth, took a sip of her drink preparing for the question. "Since you're a boring straight girl, who's the best-looking Premier League footballer?" Leah asked mischievously. God if this was the first question I certainly was not looking forward to it being my go. Ella's face lit up with delight as she shared her answer, "Honestly, there's something about Bruno Fernandes." Her response was met with a mixture of disbelief and amusement from the rest of us. Ella's taste in men had always been somewhat peculiar over the years.
"Jesus, Ella, that's a bit concerning, to be honest," I chimed in, breaking the silence and earning a few laughs from the girls.
"Avery truth or dare then" Ella turned to ask me. I really should have kept my mouth shut. "Truth"
"Same question goes to you," Ella said with a playful laugh, "Who's the best-looking girl in the league, and no, you can't pick me." I glanced around, noticing the eager anticipation in everyone's eyes. As a private person, my type was not something I openly discussed.
After careful consideration, I genuinely couldn't think of a specific answer. "Honestly, I can't think of anyone. I don't really focus on my opposition and think about sleeping with them," I replied, causing Leah to chip in.
"Okay, then. What's your type, and we can throw a few options in for you," Leah suggested, as everyone sat attentively, eagerly awaiting my response. It felt as though I was about to make a groundbreaking announcement.
"Looks-wise, I don't have a specific type. I value someone who is caring and has a good heart—that's all I need. I'm easily pleased," I replied, feeling a sense of pride in my answer, as it didn't reveal much about my preferences.
Ella playfully nudged Alessia, exclaiming, "Alessia, you're in with a shot!" The group of girls cheered, and a slight blush tinted Alessia's cheeks. Ella then brought up the earlier interaction with McCabe, asking, "So, McCabe is out of the question?"
