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Chapter 8- Oh! My Manchester..!!

OH MY GOD!!

I’m so dumb!!

How can I forget this match??!!

My eyes were wide in shock as I stood absolutely still, cursing myself mentally.

I’d been waiting so long for this particular soccer match and I forget it!! Who does that??!!!

I quickly marched into the room, with my eyes glued to the flat screen, showing my favorite team Manchester United playing against its rival team Barcelona.

I relaxed myself into the king-size bed and continued watching the T.V.

The score was

Man Utd. 0-0 BFC so far.

“Ahem..” I guess I heard someone clearing his throat.

“Excuse me!” A loud voice deafened me.

“What???!!” I shouted at the owner of the voice.

Shoot! It was the bathroom guy!!

He was standing a few feet away from me.

Again, a dangerous frown was placed on his gorgeous face.

Wait!! What am I turning into? Fiona?? Huh!

Why am I calling him gorgeous! After how he talked to me earlier,

I can’t call him that.   My mind said so.

But my heart, on the contrary, couldn’t stop calling him gorgeous. My eyes couldn’t fail to notice his tough, square jaw and a very cute nose.

Suddenly, his hands snapped in front of me.

Oh shit! I was staring at him like a fool.

My cheeks started flushing red.

How do I always end up embarrassing myself!!

“Mind to move out of the room?” He said rudely, pointing towards the door.

“I am watching this match” I said, indicating my thumb towards the flat screen, and continued, “And I won’t move until it’s over! Actually, I was the first one here. So, you should move out, not me!” I sounded confident.

His frown deepened.

“In case you didn’t notice, I was already sitting her when you jumped on my bed. Now, just get out and let me watch this match peacefully! Stupid donkey!!”  

How can he be so rude??!!

“No way!!” I was so not in a mood to listen to him.

 How dare he talk to me like that twice in a day!!!

You must have noticed my change of attitude. Yeah, I am a moody person. At times, I am very shy and timid, but I have this bitter side too. I don’t like being rude to people. But this boy over here is getting on my nerves. It was because of his rudeness that I am forced to behave this way!

And by the way, I have a match to watch.

“I’m not going to leave. This is my favorite team playing here and I’m not gonna miss this match!!” I continued.

A smirk crept on his face.

I watched how easily his facial expressions changed, making him look all the more gorgeous.

Shut up! I told myself.

“Don’t make me throw you outta here!” He said.

“You won’t do that. You won’t be such a jerk to a girl.” I said, in a not-so-confident manner, as his smirk actually said otherwise.