RIDICULOUS. | JUDE BELLINGHAM

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—chapter 3
Only on camera - Drake

—Anailah—

I've been staring at this house for about five minutes now, hesitant to ring the doorbell.

Is he actually a celebrity???

His modern house is extremely large, with huge windows and beautiful hedging out front, as well as a nice garden which i can assume he hires people to take care of.

I ring the doorbell, and seconds later he opens the door.

Oh boy.

He's shirtless, clad in a pair of sweatpants with his boxer waistband visible.

"You gonna keep staring or come in?" He asks, throwing on his shirt.

"Sorry." I mumble as he opens the door for me to walk past him. He guides me through a long hallway into a large living room and we sit across from eachother.

"So...." I start.

"The media already got us. Pictures of us on new years are going around. Like, everyone has seen them." He rambles. He looks extremely stressed from what i can tell.

"Okay.. tell them it was just a fling. Everyone flirts with others while drunk." I shrug.

"No." He facepalms, wiping his hands across his face. "You don't understand how this works."

"What am i not getting?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a footballer. Telling the media that is just gonna give me a bad rep. The media is gonna assume I'm some kind of fuckboy." He explains.

"Are you not?? You kinda look like one." I comment, causing him to sigh.

"The only way to fix this is to make the media think that i'm in a long term relationship or something of that sort." He adds, rubbing the back of his neck.

Wait.

"Are you saying.."

"Yes. But it'll come with it's benefits. You'll be famous, you'll get free tickets to football games, all that kinda stuff." He tries to convince me.

"I don't even watch football. And i can't deal with fame, i'm in college." I say while standing up, attempting to opt out of the deal.

"I'll pay you a lot." He blurts.

I could really use some money right now....

"How much..?" I ask.

"60,000 euros."

Is he legit?

"What are the conditions" I ask, slipping back onto the couch.

"Come to my games, make appearances with me in public, and make the media think we're together." He explains.

"And how long do we have to keep this up for?" I ask.

"Untill we're allowed to get a divorce. After that we'll never see eachother again." He assures.

"That's all?" I ask. The rules are honestly pretty simple. I could comply with that for a couple of months.

"Yup. Deal?" He asks, holding out his hand.

"Deal." I nod, shaking his hand.

"I'll work up a contract with my PR manager later, but i have a game tomorrow. It's at the barnebau at 4:30. Be there early so i can get you a shirt." He explains, walking me to the door.

"Okay." I agree, walking to my car.

Arielle's gonna love to hear about this.

—

"Sixty-thousand euros! Oh, mon dieu." She gasps, setting down her popcorn to look at me.

"He's literally throwing money." I laugh, popping a gummy into my mouth. "I would've settled for 10 cents."

"What are you even gonna do with the money?" She asks, with her mouth full.

"I'll probably send some to my family and your parents back at home. I'll use the rest for student loans." I reply. Me and Arielle grew up on the bad side of paris. Even though we were basically poor, our families had a tight knit bond. Our parents always had to scrap for meals.

"Mama's gonna be so proud of you. What are you gonna tell them you got the money from?" She giggles.

"Uhhhhhh a prize?" She cackles at my answer.
"Anyways i gotta go to his game tomorrow."i switch the topic.

"Really?! Can i come?" She gushes. "Eduardo told me they play on the same team. I don't know much about football, but i'll become a wag!"

I laugh at her response, pushing her head.
"you and him were all over eachother yesterday."

"Duh. He's literally the love of my life." She jokes. "Maybe you and Jude will fall in love or something." She suggests, causing me to fake gag.

"Nuh uh. Not in a million years. He's so stuck up and annoying." I complain.

"He's hot tho isn't he?" She shoves me, wiggling her eyebrows.

"SHUT UP." I laugh, shoving her.

—notes
I actually like this story
I hope i don't unpublish it from getting writers block like i did with my jobe story