No Escape From You ~ Katie McCabe x Y/N (WOSO)

Chapter 7

Y/N's POV

I'm currently at the park, i've just put my boots on and grabbed me ball out the bag, and I find a wall, so I just start belting the ball at the wall, making targets in my head of where on the wall to hit it, which I do with no problem.

I carry on kicking the ball as hard as I can, at this point, not even aiming anywhere specific, just releasing everything that I could, from my body.

I don't even know why I have so much in me to let out, sometimes I just find myself getting really worked up for no apparent reason at all, it's horrible, but i'm just glad I have this to release it.

it helps, so hey-ho, here we are. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I end up knocking bricks out the wall from how hard my left foot is battering the ball at the wall, I don't care, it feels good.

I carry on beating the wall with the ball for quite sometime, still not bothering to aim anywhere in particular, as it rolls back to me. I stop for a brief moment, I take a deep breath in, relaxing my body from how tense it had been.

I take a few steps back, this time I am aiming, for top right bins. I look directly where my target is in front of me, I slowly jog up to it, lifting my left foot back with a hell of amount of force, and quick enough it connects with the ball,
I watch it fly from my foot, not going near the intended target.

Instead it's going to miss the top right, and is going in the middle between top and bottom, but past the wall.

But suddenly, a person comes from around the wall, hoodie on with hood up, the ball harshly connecting with the side of their head. My eyes widen and are close to popping out my head.

"OH FUCK, FUCK, I'm so, so sorry" I shout, feeling fucking terrible. The person cluches the side of their face briefly, then looking up towards me, my face filled with guilt as I bite my lip in nervousness, she just stands there for a moment, staring at me, still holding her face, my ball at her feet.

Katie's POV

"OH FUCK, FUCK, I'm so, so sorry" I heard being shouted as I felt a force wind me in the side of my head. I dropped my boots and ball, holding my face from that ball twatting me in the face.

I look up, and instantly my face drops, glaring at the girl infront of me.

I just stand there for a moment, she's a fair distance from me and i've got me hoodie up, so I don't think she's recognised me.

Instead of rolling her ball back to her, I pick up mine and me boots, her ball at me feet as I slowly approach her.

I roll take down my hood, showing my full face, and instantly, y/n's face just drops, terrified.

"Oh" she says quietly, staring at me, shocked and biting her bottom lip.

"What are the fuckin chances" I spit out, as I carry on approaching her.

I can see her gulp down a lump that must have been trapped in her throat.

"Honestly, that were an accident, was aiming for top right. I didn't know anyone or You were gonna pop around the corner" she says shaking slightly in her voice.

"You've just given me a real good reason to give you that matching scar you know?" I say sarcastically, with a hint of seriousness, getting even more closer to her.

Soon enough, we're now just feet apart from eachother, staring at eachother, her stare is filled with worry, regret and anxiety from the looks of it. Mine however, it's filled with rage and death looks.

"Honestly, I didn't mean it" y/n says, looking at the ground, hands fiddling in her pockets. I just stare coldly at her, waiting for her to look up at me.