Shadow Love

02|| Football

◇Lilac◇

The alarm on my side table blares, the sound disrupting the silence of my quiet room. A groan escapes my mouth as I turn to my side, my palms going against my ears, forming a protective shield against the loud noise. 

I twist and turn but eventually give up. With a sigh, I sit up, my knuckles wiping away the sleepiness from my eyes. My head turns to the ridiculous alarm, glaring at it. I slam my hand against it, stopping the noise. 

The night had ended way too fast for my liking. Thinking about it, maybe I shouldn't have stayed up till the early hours of the morning, watching “Gilmore Girls.” 

With a yawn, I climb out of bed. My feet touch the fluffy, light pink rug that my bed sits on top of, as I look down at my floor. Since I have a strange obsession with pillows, I have an unusual amount. So, every night, in order to sleep in my bed, I need to discard most of them onto the floor.

It's a real pain to make my bed in the mornings. That's why it's one of the tasks I dread. 

After what feels like twenty years, my bed is made up. With a smile, I look at my work. However, that pride is short-lived when my eyes glance at the clock. I'm late. Again.

My steps falter when I trip over my chair but I quickly regain my balance.

I may not be on time but atleast, my outfit is already chosen. Every night, I make it a habit to pick my outfit. That way, if I'm late like today, it's one less task. It also gives me more time to create an outfit.

I grab the rack containing my outfit that was draped over my chair before, neatly laying it out on my bed. 

My outfit for the day was my favorite blue jeans, with my school's football theme's shirt. 

Today was our annual football game. The games were always fun except the fact that my ex plays on the football theme. 

I roll my eyes at the thought of seeing him. The school's huge and our schedules are different so we haven’t seen each other in months. The best few months of my life.

My shorts and crop top are discarded onto the floor of my bathroom as I walk into my shower. 

The smell of my Lavender body wash lingers in the air as I lather myself in it.  I have to stock up. It's nearly empty.

I wrap my robe around my body, walking out of the bathroom. Once my skin's all dry, I quickly change. My brunette hair flows down my back, naturally while I add gold hoops to complete the outfit. 

“Morning!” I shout, walking down the hallway to the kitchen. 

My steps come to an immediate stop. The hot man from dinner last night was casually sitting at my island, coffee and everything. 

All my confidence quite literally runs out the front door. Something I probably should do or else I'm definitely going to be late. Again.

Shit. My water bottle just had to be next to him. With a deep breath, I walk towards him. “Excuse?” 

He looks up, his dark eyes, gazing straight at my golden ones. His eyes look a very dark shade of blue up close. 

I blink out of my thoughts when he raises one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows. I have never been more jealous of a man before.

“My bottle.” I point one of my newly manicured nails at the bottle which was sitting right next to his arm.

His eyes stay glued to mine while he grabs it and hands it to me. My face turns bright red when our hands touch. A shock of electricity jolts through me. Hold up. Is he some kinda alien?!