her point of view ; sam kerr

chap twenty

her point of view

Steph slides a drink across the table at me, " I'm off, but keep the party going!".

I side hug her, watching her disappear into the crowd.
The other girls sit at the booth, staring down at the drink, I stand there for a few seconds before skulling the rest.

Glancing over at the bar, I could go for another.

I make my way there, squeezing past the drunk crowd.
A girl sits at the bar, black pants, black t-shirt and white nike airs.
I'm almost instantly attracted to her.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, nothing but a view of her low pony tail.
And I know it's not her but,

" Hi, sorry, you just remind me so much of-"

Her eyes flick up to meet mine,
my mouth hangs open mid sentence.

" Hazel?"

Everything in me freezes, my name rolling off her tongue like it used to.

" Sam" I sigh, flashing her a reassuring smile before making a break for it.

Turning for the crowd, I disappear out the door.

My hearts beating through my chest at this point, pulling on my jacket, I cross the road.
My nails between my teeth, her eyes float around my mind.

Leaning my head against the street lamp, I let out a deep breath.

It's cold, and if I weren't so distracted it would probably bother me further, but i'm too busy, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

" That's it?" Her voice comes out of no where.

Standing up straight, unfolding my arms, I begin to pick at my nails and all I can manage to say is,

" I don't know".

" What do you mean, you don't know?!" She scoffs.

Throwing my hands in the air, I turn to walk away from her again, picking up my speed.

She catches up to me this time, keeping up with my fast pace.

" I thought you would hate me" I admit.
" You should hate me".

Gently, She places a hand on my hip, to stop me in my place.

" I could never hate you".

I glance up at her, taking my eyes off the floor.
She removes her hand from my waist, retrieving them by her sides.
I want to touch her, I want her to touch me.

There's a moment of silence between us,
our eyes locked.

" You look well" I clear my throat.

She almost laughs, shaking her head at me.

" I don't feel well".

Raising an eyebrow, I tilt my head at her reply.
The feeling of discomfort washes over me,
reminding me that I left her,
I ran away.

"Sorry" She says.
"Don't know why I said that. I'm pretty drunk". 

I just nod at her, staring down at her hands.

" Sam, you can tell me anything. Always".

And she laughs it off, looking anywhere but at me.

" What're you doing here? I mean, you know, what are you doing?" She asks.

Staring down at the floor, I begin to shuffle from one foot to the other.

" I play for Arsenal, but don't play many of the games, I'm just there for training really".