her point of view ; sam kerr

chap five

her point of view

Somehow, one glass had turned into four.
The music at just an acceptable volume,
Sam deep in conversation about her older brother and how he'd encouraged her to play soccer in the first place.

" And you? Do you have any siblings?" She asks.

My brothers face flashes in my mind,
the anger behind his eyes as he shoved me to the floor, repeatedly calling me a dyke.

" Uhh, yeah. Just an older brother but, we don't speak often".

She nods, wiping her wine stained lips with the back of her hand.

I'm at the point of being quite tipsy and unsure on whether she's a lightweight like me or can drink whatever she wants.

" How long does it take you to open up?".

The subtle slur in her words has me reassured she's at the same place I am.

" Well, obviously I've got to trust you" I laugh, turning to face her.

She sits her glass back down on the table, not once breaking eye contact.
A massive wave of nervousness takes over me, my stomach doing a few somersaults.

Her eyes flick down to my lips before moving back up to my eyes.

" Do you not trust me?".

I can't help but focus on her lips when her face is this close to mine, I don't really remember when it became inches away but I'm not complaining.

" I, uh- I do" Unable to stop myself from stuttering.

She darts her tongue out to wet her lips before her eyes are on my lips again.

Before I can say anything else, her face is inching closer to mine, closing the space between us.
Letting it happen, our lips connect, almost instantly moving in sync.

Her hands snake down to my hips, mine move up to cup her face.

I'm almost moving onto her lap before she tugs away, pulling back her hands with a look of shock on her face, as if she weren't the one who started it.

" Fuck" She sighs.
" I've got to go".

I sit in silence, watching her scramble for her keys before running to the door.

" You can't drive, you've had way too much".

She shakes her head, "Sorry".

Opening the front door before I hear her car start.
Jumping off the sofa, I run over to the front door, watching her reverse out the driveway.

What a fucking stitch up.
What even was that?

Standing there in complete silence, my eyes stuck on the empty driveway.
Completely zoning out of the music, my thoughts overpower any external noise.

I would question if I had done something, but she's the one who kissed me.
And yeah I kissed back but, I honestly thought she was into it.

The next day, I struggled to wake up.
The three hours of sleep had no help, along with the tossing and turning and constant image of Sam's face before she left.

" You alright?" Mackenzies question pulls me out of my head for a minute.

Turning to face her, I nod.

She passes me the ball with a sigh before I stop it, passing it along to Alanna.

" Anyway, what'd you get up to yesterday?" She asks.

" Me?" I raise an eyebrow.
" No, nothing. Why?".

They both share a confused look before continuing to pass the ball back and forth.

" No reason, was just wondering what you do with your spare time" She laughs.

" Oh" I palm my forehead.
" Sorry, I didn't really do much at all honestly".

Well at least Sam hadn't gone running to tell everyone what had happened, if anything had happened, I don't know.

Coach blows his whistle bringing everyone back in, all of us huddling around him.
Sam stands across from me, mid conversation with Kyra.

She hasn't made any effort to talk to me all afternoon, she hasn't even looked at me.

I try and focus on Coach's talk about our match with England in a month, but I need to know what Sams deal is.
It almost makes me feel physically ill to the thought of it all just being a drunk mistake, but I'd rather know than be stupid.

" Oh and I'm having a few drinks at my place tomorrow night, you'll all be there and coach you're invited too" Mackenzie says.

He laughs, " I've got a date with the Misses tomorrow night but thanks for the invite. Good training session ladies".

We all thank him before breaking off, walking back to the locker room.

I watch Sams back, walking to catch up to her when coach calls my name.
Struggling to stop the groan coming from my mouth, I turn to face him, waiting for him to catch up to me.

" How you doing, you good?" He asks.

" Yeah, fine. Yourself?".

" Yeah good, good" He nods.
" Listen, I'm not one to get involved with the teams personal lives or any of that but considering your past history with Leah and how you wanted to leave the Lionesses so desperately after it.."

My stomach drops, hearing her name again.
Where is he going with this?

" I've seen photos recently of you and Samantha out together, and of course, you can be friends but I'm honestly just asking nothing more, with any of the girls. The team dynamic has never been better than now".

I forgot paparazzis were a thing while being here, I also forgot people love to gossip and I'm sure he hasn't shyed away from reading about our team loosing the day after I ended things with Leah.

" Of course Coach, not a problem at all".

At least I wouldn't need to get an explanation from Sam anymore since it wouldn't matter anyway.

" Thanks Hazel, I'm really glad you can understand" He smiles before walking off.

Slumping my shoulders, I begin walking back to the locker room, kicking the last cone on the way.

" Hey, what did the cone ever do to you?" Sam leans against the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

I just let out a little laugh, hoping to walk past her with ease when she reaches her hand out, gently placing it against my chest, stopping me.

" I'm sorry about last night, you're kind of the first person i've been with since my ex and I just freaked out".

My stomach drops, hearing the vulnerability in her voice could almost make me melt.
Coaches words repeating in my head, a soft sigh slips out my lips.

" It's okay. I really am just here to play football anyway and I'm just glad you got home safe, you shouldn't drink and drive you know?".

She nods, " I know, I won't do it again".

" Good".

Her eyes linger over mine for a few seconds, if coach hadn't just approached me with all of that, of course I'd be saying more right now.

" Will you be at Mac's tomorrow night?".

" Yeah" I say.
" See you there?".

She nods again, " I'll see you there".