Guns and Roses

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Aaron's Point Of  View

Nobody had ever done that to me. Even though my nose hurt like mad, I didn't care. I watched the smirk grow on her face as she leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "I always have the last laugh." Damn. Her voice.

I mentally hit myself. A girl had just punched me in front of like a million people. I could already see a few flashes go off. This would definitely be in the papers and on the tabloids by tomorrow. More bad publicity. And here I was, thinking about how sexy her voice sounded and how nice she looked, walking away like that in that black skirt. But more than that, even as I headed into the elevator,  I couldn't stop thinking about how she had smelled like rain when she had walked into me, and how my hand had brushed against her soft skin when she had leaned in, and how much shocked innocence her eyes had held when I had teased her about walking into me on purpose, and how I thought she was going to kiss me when instead she had ended up punching me.

 She had fucking PUNCHED me. How DARE she! And although i should hate her for that right now, there was just this charm about her which didn't allow me to STOP thinking about her, and not in a bad way. I knew vaguely at the back of my mind that it was wrong, because I was still dating Natasha, the love of my life.

But somehow, that's all it was anymore. I was dating Natasha, the love of my life. Just words. I knew for a fact that I had once been in love with her, but that was when we were in high school, me the captain of the football team, and she the head of the cheer leading squad. That cliché relationship. But she wasn't like other girls, she could make me feel things nobody else could.  She was the most amazing girl I'd ever met. But then, it all changed. The scouts picked me, I went for the tryouts of Newyork's team, got sleected, played that match against XYZ, shot the winning goal and became an international sensation overnight. But that got into her head more than mine, because it seemed like Natasha changed overnight, too. She started dressing different, talking different, and behaving in a completely different manner around me. It was like she was no longer my girlfriend Natasha, but instead, Natasha Rodriguez,  girlfriend of world-famous footballer Aaron Crawford, and youngest member of the WAGs. It hurt me so badly to see her become that, but I didn't want to give up so fast. I held on to her, hoping to see the Natasha I loved.  But I had been unsuccessful. Not once did I feel those things again. Not once were there those sparks or fireworks. Not once was there that blood rush, where you just want to grab a girl and kiss her.

Until now, that is.

But not with Natasha, it was...

Well I didn't even know her name, but I would sure as hell find out.

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You know how everyone has that time in their life when they aren't sure whether they want to scream out of joy or anger? Well, this was mine. For when I got back to my room, I saw her in front of my door. I was already annoyed, because I hadn't been able to get her off my mind no matter what I tried.

As though sensing my presence, she turned around, and her beautiful brown eyes held some sort of embarrassment. For some reason, this angered me even more.

"You." I all but growled, anger evident in my voice.

"Umm. Look, I came here to apologise. " She said. I waited for her to carry on, to ask me about my nose or something. I had needed three stitches there and I had this ugly scar on it now. Hell, she was strong. I mentally hit myself again, for commending her strength when she had used it to break my nose just three days before the most crucial match Of this season.

And believe me, i was mad after I realised that that was all I would get. She frickkin breaks my nose and then comes 'apologizes' to me, not even offering me a decent sorry, and is inconsiderate enough to not even ask about my nose? "I don't accept fake apologies." I told her with a flat look, and, pushing her to the side, unlocked the door to my room and bang it shut after walking in,all the while aware of her glaring angrily at my back. 

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