Not In Love With Liam

26~ Different Ballgame

Guess what day it was?!!

Game day!!

I'd dressed in my number 14 Thierry Henry shirt (seeing as he was my favorite player for the first nine years of my life), slid into my sports leggings (turning up the bottoms like I always do), and laced up my all white Air Force One's. My hair had been rebraided and was pulled up into a ponytail, and my red and white striped scarf hung loosely over my shoulders.

"Sports has never looked so sexy."
Hayden said slyly, leaning on the door frame.
"I'm sorry, have you seen Neymar!?" I asked, trying to subtly avoid the topic.
"Christiano Ronaldo wins over Neymar." Darcy butted in, stamping the Arsenal logo on either side of her face.
"Yeah but Messi beats all of them." Oliver added.
"Ew! Are you kidding?"
"Oops," Olly turned to Hayden. "Forgot they're only interested in looks."
"You think I'm gonna take a crowded train to go sit in a crowded stadium for the best part of two hours- just to squint from about a mile away, to see some stick man sized image of a footballer's face? Bitch ass motherfucker I'm in it for the game!" I blurted, trying to resist laughing at my attempt to be serious.
"Yes Noah!" Darcy said, applying her mascara.

I don't know how that girl talks while putting on mascara, if I tried that, I'd take one of my eyes out.

"Alright, I can believe Noah, but Darcy? Not a chance." Oliver smirked.
"You should have seen what she was going to wear before I leant her a jersey. Bright red dress with matching lipstick and heels."
"You liar! This shirt is 100% mine!"
"Well at least she got the colours right." Hayden shrugged.
"Name three Arsenal players and I'll believe you."
"Easy. David Beckham, Michael Jordan-"
"That's enough." I stopped her before she could embarrass herself any further.
"Listen Victoria, our train leaves in twenty minutes, we need to be heading to the station now."
"Yeah, let's get going."

I grabbed my brown backpack, slung it over my shoulder and followed the others through the door.

"Who are we!?" Hayden exclaimed.
"Red army!!" The rest of us chorused.

🔴🔴🔴

The train station was only about two blocks away from uni so the four of us walked. It was no surprise to see at least ten other students and twenty people from the area getting onto the same train- then when we actually got on the train, it was swarming with Arsenal fans.

Darcy and I leant on the window ledges between the two carriages while Hayden and Oliver held rails on the train. I was super grateful to Olly especially for organizing this trip- it made me forget almost entirely about the past few weeks.

"So when's kick off?" Hayden asked.
"Huh?" Darcy said, puzzled.
"When does the match start?"
"Why didn't you just say that?"
"I did."
"No you said something about kicking off!"
"Oh, for fuck sake Darcy, give me the tickets."

She retrieved the tickets from her bag and handed them to Hayden, who handed them to me.

"Please can you take care of these?"
"Ah ah, not so fast," Olly interrupted. "Can you name three players?"
"Whatever." I laughed, snatching the tickets and slipping them into the bag on my lap. "And anyways, why don't one of you keep hold of them?"
"They're bag bullies, that's why." Darcy replied.
"What the hell's that?" Oliver asked.
"A guy who stores all his belongings in the girl he's out with's bag"
"So you know all that, but you don't know that Michael Jordan's not a football player?"
"Tennis?"
"Tell me she's joking..." Hayden rolled his eyes.

The automatic doors slid open and we got off the train. We'd stopped at High Barnett, about forty five minutes from the stadium, and were going to get onto another train from there to Islington.