DEFAULT - jobe bellingham

CHAPTER 7

WE ARRIVED AT THE TRAINING CENTER just after 10 am. After saying our goodbyes to Jobe's dad we walked towards the facility.

He walked me to the pitch and showed me where the bleachers were. I sat down and waited for him and his teammates to come out and start training.

For the next two hours i'd catch Jobe staring at me whenever he got the chance. Other than that i'd just take meaningless pictures that i'd post later on instagram.

- You must be Isabella, no? Levi Colwill's sister? - A man walked up to me and begun questioning.

- Yes. Nice to meet you sir. - I replied as standing up from my seat and reaching out my hand.

He squeezed my hand and smiled warmly. We then sat down together. His hair was rather grey and he was wearing a black suit. Seemed very official to me.

- Bella, i can call you that right? - He made sure and i gave him a nod of approval. - What do you think of Jobe? I need an opinion from someone outside of the football world.

His question asked me off guard. Who was i even talking to? He never introduced himself. I just assumed he was some sort of a scout or whatever.

- I think he's great. I'm not really into football so i don't really know what to say really. My apologies. - I responded feeling unsure about the whole situation.

- Don't you worry. I got what i needed, thank you. - He assured and stood up from the stands. - Have a nice day. - He added and walked away, just before Jobe came to me.

- Who was that? - He asked immediately with a rather worried face.

- I want to know too. - I expressed honestly. - Doesn't matter. Where are you taking me now? - I asked full of excitement.

- The beach, maybe. I think you'll like it there. - He suggested as the two of us begun walking down the bleachers.

- Absolutely!

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Jobe and I were sat on a blanket on the beach. It was rather windy at that time of the year. It was rather cloudy so the sea was stormy.

- The girl that you mentioned back in London, how was she like? - I finally got the courage to ask about myself.

I wanted to know what had he thought of me after all of those years. My legs curled up to my chest and i begun creating small drawings in the sand.

- Differen. - He begun making me glimpse at him. - Not in a bad way. She loved winter, which i'd always find quite funny.

- Why so? - I questioned trying to keep up the conversation.

- She'd always talk about living somewhere sunny and with water nearby. Whenever we went to the beach she'd always draw in the sand and find countless of small rocks and broken shells.

He wasn't paying attention to what i was currently doing, so hiding small rocks in my pocket. I stopped playing with the sand as i didn't want him to think something.

I didn't know for how long i could still keep my secret. I was amused that he still didn't remember me. We spent so much time together i thought he'd never forget me.

He promised he wouldn't, and yet we are here. I'm listening to him talk about the girl that still existed and was in fact sitting next to him. Only thing that's changed about me was my appearance.

- Were you like in love with her or something? - I decided to ask boldly, wanting to get the answer out of him after years.

- Nah. We were kids, she was my friend. For the longest time i thought she was just a part of my imagination. - He responded, making my heart skip a beat.

I wouldn't expect him to think i never existed. It got me so surprised and amused i didn't know what to say for a couple of seconds.

I put my hair behind my ears since it was getting in my face and looked forward at the waves breaking near the beach.

- Do you think she missed you? Why did you stop being friends?

- I left my home town and focused on football. We never talked again, and i never even got to say goodbye. She like disappeared off the radar after i left. - He explained as his face expressed neither sadness or anger.

- Do you think you could recognise her in a room full of people? - I continued with bombing him with questions.

- You'd be a good journalist Bella. - He chuckled as glancing at me. - Maybe. I'm not sure.

The answer was no you imbecile you wouldn't recognise me even if we were alone like now. Matter of fact you haven't done it by now and it was hurting me for some reason.

- I like the ocean, because it's peaceful when it's sunny and rough when it's raining. - I begun speaking, getting all the attention from Jobe.

- So what?

- So it's like people. When you're happy you're at peace, but when you're depressed you feel rough and often cry. - I explained to the boy.

He raised his eyebrow in confusion. I giggled at his response as locking eyes. He looked so good right now. I wanted to move closer and kiss him, but i couldn't do that.

- I mean it makes sense but how did you come up with that? - He assured as questioning my words.

- I read a lot and you know i actually loved english in high school. - I admitted making him shake his head.

- I hated every single second in that place. Glad it's done and long fucking gone. - He replied making me laugh out loud.

- It wasn't that bad for me.

Oh but it was. Just as bad as him not remembering half of his childhood and thinking i was some sort of an illusion.
I needed to find out why did he forget me and i was ready to do anything to know the truth.

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