Hate To Love, a Trent Alexander Arnold Story

chapter 3

Trents pov:

Monday morning

At training today, i couldn't focus at all. my mind was still on Malaika and our meeting on Wednesday. to be honest, she's changed a lot. the day that we first met, she was young, skinny, and her face was always pale for no reason. she didn't have a dog either. she's so different now then before. now, she's older, she has a better body structure, and she's no longer pale either. she's tougher now as well. before when i first met her, she was sensitive to literally anything. whenever one of her brothers would make fun of her, she would cry and run to her room. but now, shes not that sensitive little girl anymore. on Wednesday, when i bumped into her, spilling my coffee on her as well, i expected for her to cry, however she hissed at me and even slapped me as well. back then, she wasnt capable of even talking back to anyone when they hurt her feelings.

as i was thinking about her, robbo slaps me in the back of my head. " trent mate, youre not even paying attention. were doing partners for warmups and since your slow butt didnt choose anyone, ill be your partner." robbo said. as we were both warming up, i started to think about her again. back then, she was just starting her football career, and playing for Chelsea was always her dream, according to her brother. she couldnt play that well and she would always get injured. but now, shes one of the best women players ever. like, every team wants her and they always bid the highest for her. i knew that after her first season of playing with Chelsea, she started practicing everyday, with her dad, with her brother, with her friends, basically anyone who was around her the most, and i guess all those practice is why shes one of the best today.

"trent watch out" robbo shouts. but i was too lost in my thoughts to hear him. and thats when i felt a hard hit on my head. "ouch, who kicked that" i asked in pain while holding my head. "sorry bro it was me, but you shouldve ducked or moved out of the way, robbo literally told you to watch out cuz the ball was going to hit you" Virgil says sadly. "i have a throbbing headache now" i said. "you could always call sick and just go home" Curtis suggests. "thats not a bad idea innit. you need rest anyways" robbo says. "ok let me pack my stuff. see you guys tomorrow." i say waving at them. when i got home, i dropped all my training stuff on the floor of my room, took off my shoes, and decided to take a bath. when i got out, i wore my pjs and got on the PlayStation. i played a few rounds of fifa and then i got on the bed and turned on the tv and watched random shows cuz i was bored.

time skip

when i woke up from my nap, i started to think again. what if i forgave that day she spilled the drink on me? what if i was never mad at her? what if she didnt spill the drink on me? what if she never came to that party? would we still be upset at each other?

" yo mans whats wrong with you, all you've done was stare at the tv for 10 minutes and ive been calling you?" Marcell asked me. "i actually have been thinking about a bunch of things." i answered him. " thinking about what exactly?" Marcell asked a bit worried. "its Malaika, i cant get her out of my head for some reason. ive been thinking about ever since i woke up today. even at practice i got hit in the head with a ball because i was thinking about her." i spilled my thoughts to Marcell as he listened carefully. "well do you like her cause only people who like someone will think about them everyday, every hour, every second, and every minute. and did you say you got hit in the head during practice because you were thinking about her?" Marcell asked. "first of all, no i do not like her, i still hate her for what she did. she spilled her drink on me and my new shirt. and yes i did get hit with the ball during practice." i said. why would he even ask that. me, trent, liking Malaika, i could never. " if you dont like Malaika, why are you thinking about her. you've been thinking about her all day, right? and besides its ok if you have a little crush on her." Marcell said wiggling his eyebrows. "Marcell, i could never like her even if it was for a bet." besides why would i like someone who clearly is so clumsy and cant do anything straight for once." i told Marcell. "ok brother. i just dont want you lying to yourself, because youll look real stupid in the end when you do realize you like her. i think you like her, its just that you dont want to accept it." Marcell said to me. "Marcell, i dont like her. how many times do i have to tell you that." i said getting really annoyed. " whatever trent. anyways i was going the the store and i wanted to know if you wanted anything." Marcell said clearly annoyed as well. "i dont want anything but thanks for asking." i said trying to lighten his mood. "its fine. ill be back soon." Marcell said a little bit happier than before.

as soon as Marcell walked out of my room, i brushed off all of my thoughts, and i called robbo, and we played some fifa. i got myself ready for bed and as i was getting ready, Marcell's words came back to me. what if i did like her but i didnt want to accept the fact that i do. no. its not possible. i cant like her, and even if i did, she probably doesnt want anything to do with me. whatever. i got into bed and fell asleep hoping that tomorrow would be a better day than today.

authors note:

ok, so I haven't updated in so long due to writer's block and school is so tiring. i have so much homework and I'm always sleeping. however, i decided to start posting on the weekends so I'll start updating more often so yay. please vote, like the story, and don't forget to comment. bye. xoxo