DEFAULT - jobe bellingham

CHAPTER 8

MATCH DAY CAME AROUND, and i was currently getting ready to leave for the game. I was standing in the bathroom and trying to pin my hair up.

I chose to let my curls breathe instead of frying them yet again with my flat iron. I did a half up half down and then did my makeup after feeling satisfied with the way the hairstyle came out.

When i was done in the bathroom i went back to my bedroom. I opened the suitcase and picked out a pair of black baggy jeans.

Then i put on a black long sleeve t-shirt which's been a little too big on me. When i was nearly done and just adding some gold jewellery, since that was the colour that matched my skin tone the most, i heard a knock.

- Jobe told me to bring you this. - I heard Jobe's dad come inside with a red jersey in his hand.

- Thank you! If you're ready we can leave, i just need to put that on. - I pointed at the red shirt with a smile.

- I'll be waiting in the car then. - The man passed me the jersey and left the room.

I stared at the Sunderland jersey for a couple of seconds. It had Jobe's name and number on the back. I liked it.

I pulled it over my head and glanced in the mirror for the last time before gabbing my phone and leaving the bedroom.

I walked downstairs and outside, locking the door behind myself. When i got in the car i gave Jobe's dad the keys and we left for the stadium.

- Jobe seemed excited about you coming to his game. - Mr. Bellingham told as driving the car.

- Really? - I chuckled as looking up from my phone.

- Yes. It's amusing to me, and don't get me wrong you're really nice, but i'm worried he'll do something and mess it up. It's happened before. - He explained, making me put the mobile down and focus on him.

- Do you mind telling me what happened? - I asked carefully not expecting him to tell me much.

- He used to have a really good friend, when they were kids. Then all of a sudden he stopped talking about her and a week later we left to focus on his and his brother's football. - He continued with honesty. - Don't let him leave you like this, all i'm asking for.

- Oh don't worry I won't. You'll have to lock me up in an asylum to get rid of me. - I joked making the man laugh.

So his dad knew too? What the hell really happened in Jobe's head. Was he lying about not knowing who am i? Or maybe he was ashamed of admitting that he had feelings for me and that's why he left.

We arrived shortly after our conversation. I was a little distracted but shook away all of the feelings and thoughts and entered the stadium with a smile.

Jobe's dad and I went to our seats and sat down. It was only then when i noticed that he had a whole scarf with himself. It made me smile. I wish my dad was this supportive over Levi.

- What do you think the score will be? - I asked Jobe's father, catching his attention.

- 3-0. I'm calling it. - He replied making me chuckle.

I really liked his father's company. I don't think he's ever said or done something that would make me feel awkward or uncomfortable.

I was surprised to see that the prediction was true. Sunderland won 3-0, with Jobe scoring a goal. When that happened his dad and i started cheering as loudly as we could.