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A/N: nadam se da me niko nece mrzit na sredini ovog poglavlja i odustat od citanja bare w/ me i kno what i'm doing(ish)

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šime was so used to dejan avoiding him that he was genuinely surprised when he saw him on the first team practice. but although dejan was there didn't mean that he talked to šime. like at all. not even a word. not even a returned smile while passing by no matter how much he wanted to just fucking smile. dejan didn't know why he never smiled back at šime though. because he's an idiot, the voice in his head claimed a million times.

the guys in the team rarely spoke to him, they usually just stuck to their own ten members only circle. 'the elite circle' as šime would mockingly call it. he wasn't a part of it. but he still worked hard despite being the only guy who was in the starting lineup that wasn't included.

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for the past 2 weeks, the boys were training hard because they were preparing for the first game of the season. they were playing against some college that šime couldn't remember the name of.

everything was going great, the boys worked hard, school let them off the hook most of the time, everyone was playing with šime and even cracked a few jokes with him.

it was the last practice before the match and šime was kind of really nervous. he never actually played against someone in front of this many people. coach said there would be over 2 thousand which startled him. numbers this high are a standard for a college game because of scouts of big teams, friends and family and many people who wanted to hook up or get drunk before parties.

šime never experienced that so he just prayed he wouldn't embarass himself.

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the game was starting in literal seconds, adrenaline pumped through everyones veins as they were all aligned and ready to start as soon as team captains flip the coin and decide who would get the ball first.

the opposite team ended up getting the ball and soon after the game started.

šime felt weird. he felt ignored the whole game. he was open so many times that he could probably have scored about 25 goals already but every time one of his teammates had the ball they would do something stupid and pass it towards another player who would then pass it to dejan.

dejan attempted to score a total of 8 times and got about 1 ball in. the result was 3-1 for the opposite team and there were 25 minutes left of the game.

when dejan took notice of what was going on he was furious. anger took over him so much that it clouded his vision. but he didn't know what to do.

so when the ball was passed to him, he kicked it so hard and somehow it went into the net. dejan was so fucking surprised at this sheer luck.

there were only seconds left until the end of the game and it was intense. everyone still pretended that šime didn't exist which made him sad and really kind of mad, but what could he do.

dejan was open at some point and one of the players, tony, passed him the ball but about 20 seconds before the time's up dejan decided to do something so insane that he would never forgive himself if it didn't work.

there were a few players of the opposite team sorrounding šime for some reason, not like he was going to get the ball anyway, when dejan passed the ball to him surprising everyone, even himself.

at first šime was confused but he quickly snapped out of it. in that moment, with the ball at his feet he felt more at home than he has almost ever felt.

the players of the opposite team were startled but tried to steal the ball away from šime, obviously unsucessfully.

šime was far from the goal but he decided to shoot his shot and kicked the ball which the goalie of the opposite team tried so hard to block. but the ball touched the tips of his fingers and instead went into the net.

a second later the game game was announced over but since it was a tie they decided to play a 15 minute overtime in which both šime and dejan scored beautiful goals and ultimately winning the match.

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after the match everybody went to a party to celebrate the win. everyone except šime who felt so terribly down.

he went into his room and decided to read but he couldn't really focus on words so he just stared at the ceiling.

some time later, about an hour, maybe even less, dejan showed up in the room, slightly drunk and šime hoped dejan would assume he was asleep.

"you know what? you annoy me! a lot!" dejan started, but a desperate šime cut him off.

"please, tell me how much you dislike me later, i want to sleep." he pleaded but dejan disobeyed.

"no, you annoy me because i can't get you out of my head! all i want to do is just" he said and inched closer to šime and crashed their lips together.

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A/N:

nadam se da ovaj kiss nadoknađuje to kolko ja ne znam pisat o nogometu i to što je dejan kucka.