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Chapter 9- Deal or No Deal..!!

He stood there, for about 15 seconds, considering my offer. I regretted saying that.

But the words - Never look back unless you are planning to go that way-ran through my mind.

I ignored my regret and concentrated on match.

"Fine. Get inside. BUT , remember your words. And don’t you dare disturb me"

I squealed in happiness. Finally ,I can see the match.

I followed him inside. He went to sit on his bed. And I was here, mentally debating whether to sit on his bed or not.

Yes---Big Deal.

No---- That would plainly be awkward.

Yes--- so soft and spongy.

No--

 "Sit on the floor as you said"

It took some time for me to register it was him. I rolled my eyes and decided to sit on a white love seat which lied at the corner of the room.

I took in what was there on TV. The half time was still going on. So, I started taking in the room. It was a big one , larger than Jason's - painted in blue and white. It was well equipped with an AC , a treadmill at the corner near a door which I guess was bathroom , a computer table ,fortunately a TV and an Xbox connected to it.

There was a large window at wall which was painted blue. Sunlight peeped inside through it , making the room bright. Tyndall Effect!

 It looked pretty decent if you ask me though some clothes lied here & there, and some popcorn littered on floor with empty pizza boxes. Empty!

Hey! Wait.. Popcorn!!! I LOVE THEM .I scanned the room to search for popcorns and noticed the popcorn bucket placed on side table. Yum. The only problem was that it was placed on THE jerk's side.

All my hopes to taste those butter filled popcorns shattered immediately. I took out a snickers from my--Jane's shorts. I took lots of efforts to take one out as the shorts were too tight. Huh. I ate it in one go but the lust for popcorn did not quench.

But there was no way now that I would ask for popcorn, as I myself had said that I would not say a word.

Fine! No popcorn then....

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that the jerk still had a scowl on his face.

What is his problem now? Doesn’t he ever smile or just relax and let go that creepy frown of his? Anyway, Why should I care?

I notices that he was wearing a white tee , which showed his well toned body and was wearing some sweats. I couldn’t take more of his appearance, as the half time got over & the match resumed. Okayy.

Both the teams were playing really good. The passes, the kicks all were really stunning. My eyes were glued to the screen.

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Five minutes passed..NO Goal.

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Eight minutes passed..nop!

" Come on Rooney. You have gotta do this!!" As soon as I said the words my hands clasped on my mouth.

 I glanced towards the guy sitting there , who had warned me not speak. I don’t want to get kicked out. I think this is what is called Football Fever. I could spend endless hours watching it.