I'm just a kid. - Y/n Williamson.

Sam.

I mean, hopefully, you can guess what might happen from the name, but if not, you'll just have to see, I guess.

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Y/n's pov.

Since we have to be here like a million hours early and no one trusts me to go near the Americans. I have to sit on my own in the family and friends section. I think I'm the most bored I've ever been in my life.

I love already rewatched holes in my head, and I'm halfway through Scream.

Yeah, I'd say I've got a good memory when I want to. Everything uninteresting I forget within an hour. That's why I never did any good on Science or Maths tests.

Not that I wanted to.

Not long after I finish Scream, people start to filter into the stadium. I don't really pay attention, not knowing anyone's family around me. That is until I get a tap on the shoulder.

'Bloody hell, Sam, what are you doing here?' I chuckle in shock, not expecting to see her today.

'Well, before you left, Leah came down and gave me and grandma tickets. But she couldn't come because of the shop.' She tells me, taking a seat to my left.

'Leah, did this?' I can tell you now, I wouldn't have expected her to do something like this for me.

'Yeah, it was all her idea.' She smirks, knowing about our little argument last night.

'Kept that one quiet, didn't ya?' She can't keep a secret normally, must've been trying extremely hard.

'I have no idea how. But now I get to make sure you don't bully any Americans.' Ahh, that's why Leah did it.

'I mean, you can try to stop me.' I smirk, earning me a slap on the back of my head. 'That reminds me, you're probably gonna get interagated by the girls at some point, so just a heads up.' I warn her, turning back to the pitch where they have started to warm up.

'Sounds fun.' She shudders.

'You'll be rate, I'll protect you.' I tell her, resting my hand on her shoulder.

I mean, that's not the most awkward thing ever, is it.

I look around me, soaking up the atmosphere, and spot two very familiar faces.

'Shit.' I whisper, just enough for Sam to hear me.

'Are you okay?' She asks, a look of concern on her face.

'I would be if Leah would've told me my mum and dad would be here.' I groan, sinking into my seat.

'Oh shit.' She gasps, not expecting them to be here either.

Let's just hope they don't see me or come near me.

On her way onto the pitch, Leah looks for me in the crowd, her eyes going wide when she clocks our parents. Well, I guess if she didn't know, I couldn't blame her.

She sends me a sorry look and goes to warm up with the rest of the girls.

'I'm guessing that Leah didn't know then.' Sam says, her hand played on my arm in an attempt to keep me calm.

'Yeah, she mustn't have. But then, why are they here? Surely, if they weren't asked, there'd be a chance I'd be here, and they wouldn't come because of me.' I sigh, twiddling my thumbs, something I do a lot. I'm not sure why.

'I don't know Y/n/n. Let's just pretend they aren't here and watch the match. Yeah. I'm sure it's more interesting to watch some Americans get battered.' She chuckles. I know she only said that last bit to distract me, but it definitely worked.