𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, jude bellingham

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮,
𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞?

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I stand alone, staring at the ice rink. I poured me heart and soul into this performance, if it doesn't get first, I don't know what I'm going to do. I take in a deep sigh as the commentator starts speaking.

"Firstly, I'd like to congratulate all skaters on their brilliant performances tonight." He starts and the crowd starts to applaud. "Top 10 will be awarded with medals, and top 3 will also get trophies. Could I ask all 10 contestants to come out?" 

-JUDES POV-

Tayma helps (Y/n) put on a jacket as we quickly wish her luck as she gets on the ice. Tayma holds her hands to her mouth, praying silently. 

"Lord, please not second." She begs, looking up at the sky. 

"What's wrong with second?" Erling asks, confused. He's such an idiot.

"Shut up." Tayma hisses, and the commentator speaks again.

He names all the people who got 4th-10th. (Y/n) wasn't in any. I could see the worry on her face as she stares dead into Taymas eyes, asking for help. Tayma tries to reassure her from back here, mouthing 'it's okay'. 

"In third place," The commentator starts, naming a random girl; I had no idea who she was. "I would like to say first place, just to kill the suspense before it kills me." The whole crowd laughs except for (Y/n). She was staring dead at the ground. "In first place, we have Helena Mutrovic!" The crowd go wild as I watch (Y/n)'s shoulders drop. 

"Fuck." Tayma whispers. 

We all clapped for her as she stood up on the podium. First place was smiling like crazy, third place was smiling insanely, and (Y/n) stood there with a face that looks like she was going to murder someone. 

The podium finished and (Y/n) didn't come back to us, instead went straight to her designated changing room. 

"Do we go after her, or?" Gio asks. 

"When (Y/n) comes second, she gets this thing people call 'counterfactual thoughts'." Tayma explains. 

"Fuck is that?" Erling asks.

"Its basically reminds her that, when she's second, she's so close to first but she isn't good enough to be. She usually stays alone when this happens." Tayma continues. 

"Um, I think I'm gonna check on her." I say, walking away before Tayma could stop me. 

I knock on (Y/n)'s changing room door, but hear rummaging happening inside. Sniffles are heard as clothes are being tossed around the whole place. I shove the door open, causing her to turn around.

"(Y/n)?" I whisper. She was a mess. 

"Get out." She shudders. 

"(Y/n)." I repeat. 

"I said, get out!" She yells, continuing to shove clothes into her bag.

"(Y/N)!" I shout, overpowering her loud voice. 

She freezes as she turns around, shaking violently. She mumbles something as tears stream down her face. 

"What?" I question, leaning forward.

"My dad..." She mumbles quietly again.

"(Y/n), plea-"

"My dads gonna kill me." She sobs. "Jude, my dads gonna fucking murder me."