Rough on the Pitch||Katie McCabe

🖤Chapter 5🖤

Before long I'd finally arrived in North London. After what felt like forever. Before I could even Go see my Brand new house, I'd got to go to the arsenals facility and Sign stuff, and Deal with the press. I could only imagine what the press has lined up for me. Let's just say I don't handle Press conferences too well. Although I do them once or twice a week, I can get..... let's just say fiery, if they ask personal things.

Once I walked through the arsenal facility doors, I ran into Bukayo Saka. Saka is my childhood best friend. We basically grew up in the same household. We always played soccer in the backyard together. He is my best mate. "yoo, Look whos in the arsenal His-House!" he says loudly. "Right back at ya mate, and a hell of a goal for my last game innit?" I say with a cool-toned voice. "you bet your ass it was. ooh, although don't let McCabe, put you flat on your ass again." he said in a joking way, Me and Bukayo always joke about that because, well we both knew one day I was gonna have to play with McCabe. "haha, Real funny." I say as I roll my eyes. " No, but for real, SO glad you got your ass down to Arsenal, About damn time innit?" He says so laid back. "Definitely was. Alright well, I'll see you later saka gotta go do some show biss!" I say sarcastically being excited "Have fun with the press, McCabe jr" he said laughing as he was walking away. I just walked away laughing shaking my head.   

Once I arrived in this meeting-looking room, Jonas walked in. " Hi, How are you, Mrs. Moore? We're so very excited to be able to have you here at Arsenal!" he said with an excited tone in his voice. "yeah, so I've heard! shall we get this and the press over with?" I said kinda in a rush to just get home... to the empty house. "yep, Sounds like someone is in a rush, Don't worry we won't keep you long." he said a little disappointedly. After that, he tells me where to sign on the paper, And I sign my full name in cursive nice and neat. After that, he takes me to this room. I walk in and see nothing but flashes. Once I regain vision I take a seat right next to Jonas. That's when I just get questions shouted at me. And Jonas. But that's when I heard One that threw me completely off. " After 9 years, does your family's death still hurt?!" he said and after that, I started hearing that question more. More reporters asked that question, But louder. Now the room was full of quiet mummer and this ringing noise started, and everything was shaky and blurry, Like once that question was said the whole world just fell. Not slowly ethier. Now as a reporter, I think common sense should have occurred in this situation. "OBVIOUSLY I'M NOT OVER MY WHOLE FAMILY'S DEATH YOU FUCKING PRICK! AND THIS DUMBASS INTERVIEW IS SUPPOSED TO BE AT FUCKING FOOTBALL! NOT MY FUCKING PERSONAL LIFE FUCKING ASSHOLE!" After that, I slammed the mic on the table and walked out furious.

Thank god I'd signed the contract before. I'd walked to the locker room, to grab my bookbag. But when I walked in I saw a bunch of very shocked faces. I just walked past them. Shoving stuff into my bag, I heard the volume of the TV. They were watching my press conference. Well, that's fucking great. "Never thought I'd seen my favorite hothead in action again!" a familiar voice id haven't heard in a while spoke. her fingers touched my hips, As she slid them into the sides of my waistband, and slowly moved them to the front which led her to wrapping her arms around my waist. I remember this touch so well, So I got comfortable. "yeah? Now you'll definitely get to see me in action since you play with me!" I say back like it's obvious. "oh! I can play with you!? I can't wait for that soon!" She shoots back, Making me shiver as her mouth is right next to my ear. "we will see Williamson..." I say back in a flirty way. "yes we will." She releases me from her touch and I instantly lose that warmth and miss her scent. When I look around I realized and thanked god no one was watching... Expect McCabe. She look in distress and seemed to look like Jealous. Like when Leah walked away her eyes followed her, With what looked like a need to kill... Maybe I'm tripping.