greased

Chapter 4

Tiana's POV:

I'm lying in my bed, staring at the wall. 

In the last hour, David came in and gave me a bag of ice for my face. The ice melted, but at least I have water to drink. 

I got up and started roaming around the room, looking around.

"I might as well get used to this," I said.

I approached the window, looking at the night sky. There are a couple of clouds and a full moon.

"That's nice, I guess," I thought.

As I was looking out the window, I began to think about the day I first met David.

Flashback

I was at Wembley Stadium for the FA Cup Final. Nicky, my friends, and I attended the game to watch Chelsea take on Liverpool. 

The first half was dramatic, but Chelsea was able to get a 1-0 lead. 

It was around the 53rd minute, and Frank Lampard steals the ball from the opposition.

Everyone's on the edge of their seats.

Ahead of Lampard was Didier Drogba. Both of them quickly invaded the Liverpool penalty area.

The English midfielder performed his usual skills and lent the ball to Didier. He zooms past Martin Skrtel with ease and slots the ball through the legs of Pepe Reina.

The ball rolled simply into the net.

"GOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!" Everyone yelled.

Drogba shouts with happiness, throwing his fists into the air. 

He runs and celebrates with the Chelsea fans, trying to hug them all. The rest of the Chelsea players caught up to the Ivorian striker and gave their congratulations. 

Later in the game, Liverpool scored a goal.

Since then, Liverpool has tried their hardest to tie the game. It was too late when the final whistle blew. 

The Chelsea players ran to each other and celebrated like happy children.

"What an impressive game! I think this Chelsea team has worth," Nicky said to me.

"I agree, I can see you playing for them," I replied.

"Hm, maybe," Nicky said.

Nicky, my friends, and I were able to go to the tunnel and congratulate the Chelsea players. 

As I was talking to Frank Lampard, I felt a pair of eyes on me. 

I slightly tilted my head to see arguably the most handsome man ever. 

He had curly hair, light skin, and the face of a Greek god.

Thankfully, Lampard knew it best to wrap up our conversation. Once he left, the curly-haired gentleman approached me.

"I couldn't help but stare at you," He said. "I was mesmerized by your beauty."

"Thank you," I replied, blushing. "You're cute, by the way."

"Thanks," He said, smiling. "I'm David Luiz, and I play for Chelsea."

"I'm Tiana Ramirez," 

"Aw, you're Nicky's little sister," David said. "I play for the Brazil National Team with your brother. He's an elite forward."