As I was talking about with everyone one of the main producers of the whole match pulled me and Simon aside from everyone, who were all starting to head into the field pretty soon. This guy, Mark, was a fair height, bald but always wore a hat, and liked to talk. The last time we talked was- well, I never talked to him, Simon's only told me about him.
"Hey Bailey, I'm Mark, a producer of the match," he proudly introduced. He stuck out his hand for me to shake, which I took and shook it.
"It's so nice to finally meet you in person! Thank you so much for making this all happen, it's been a pleasure being here," I said back, trying to sound as professional as I could. I looked to my left to Simon, who stuck his hand out to shake Mike's.
"Nice to see you again, Simon. So I've heard that there was an incident with two of the players last night, one of them being you, is that so Bailey?" Mike directed to me,
making a mix of fear and anger run down my spine.
"Uh, yeah, and that other person was banished and taken out of the game," I quickly said, my voice visibly uneven. Simon gave me a reassuring look, like everything was fine, which made me feel somewhat better. I let out a breath.
"Okay yes, that's good. And you two have gotten to know each other well?" My brain immediately wanted to answer, yes he have, very much, and I love him and he loves me, but Simon answered in saying,
"Oh, yeah. We're pretty good friends." He looked at me and smiled, which I gladly returned.
Mark asked a few more questions, like how far we were in our planning we had, and knowing we didn't do it, we just said that we haven't had time and we would do it tonight. My mind wandered from Mark's rambling over to the door, everyone now going in.
"Ah, I think we should start to head in, don't you think Simon?" I urged as I looked from Mark back to the door. Everyone seemed to be whispering about, which made me confused. Simon also looked over to the doors, probably wondering the same thing.
"Wait! I need to ask you one last thing," he quickly added, making me know for sure something was up. I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?" I asked, trying to sound irritated. I kept looking over to the doors, which were now opening for the last bit of people coming in.
"Oh! Never mind. I'll be on my way now. It's been nice talking to you Bailey. And you too Simon," he said, quickly changing his mind.
"You too," I said. And with that, he left Simon and I alone.
"What the fuck was that about?" I asked Simon, confused to why Mike seemed so secretive.
"I thing something's gonna happen when we walk through those doors, so act surprised," Simon warned me, his voice echoing around this little room of two people.
"Something bad? Or-" I looked between the door and Simon's eyes.
"I don't know, just something," he warned. I was hesitant, but I just went along with him.
We walked in at the same time, and he was right; the something happened. And that something was the return of the whipped cream to our faces. I immediately wiped the whipped cream from my eyes.
"HAH WE GOT YOU TWO GOOOOD!" JJ yelled to us over the yelling and laughing of everyone else. He was holding two paper plates.
Yep, we had just been pranked by both of our teams. I looked over to Simon, who was wiping the whipped cream off of his face. I did too, smirked at him, and at the same time we smacked the whipped cream onto JJ's face. Close to JJ was Jay, where I took the opportunity to wipe the extra whipped cream in his hair and face, laughing in the process.
"Awe you little shit head!" Jay laughed as he started to tackle me, making me laugh even more. As we were now trying to see who we could knock down on the floor first, Harry came in between us.
"Hey hey hey, girls girls stop your fighting! Let's not make this like the whipped cream war a couple nights ago," Harry raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. Damn, he looked good.
"Well it looks like it already has so-" and with that I wiped more cream off my face and lightly slapped Harry in the face. He dramatically reached up to his face and held his right cheek.
"Awe fucking hell, Bailey!" He yelled looking back up to me. I laughed at him.
"Awe is poor Harry hurt? Does he need a kissie kissie?" I asked him in a kid voice. He gave me puppy eyes that one couldn't resist.
"Yes, you got to kiss it right here," he said pointing to the whipped cream mark on his face. And with the same puppy-dog face as him I reached over and kissed Harry on the cheek.
That was probably not the best decision I've made.
A lot of the guys around us who saw 'ooooh'ed and yelled like wild chimps. I just looked at Harry again, he looked at me, and we just started laughing like the idiots we all were, and I also rolled my eyes.
But there was one face that caught my attention and made my eyes widen; it was the face of the one who was once talking to JJ, but now was staring right at me, jealousy and sadness radiating off him from the distance.
And that face was the face of Simon.
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Ouch someone's a little jealous, I wonder how that's gonna change things 😏
Schools FINALLY out THANK GOD 🙏🏼🙏🏼 I hope everyone has a good summer/day/whatever's going on from where you are :)
Stay strong,
Natalie 🤘🏼
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