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As they start walking, Jordan tries her best to walk beside Trent but he walks too fast for her to catch up.
"Can you slow down?" She asks annoyed and he stops to look at her.
"No, I'm late," He responds before starting to walk fast again making Jordan sigh out loud.
Trent stops as soon as a guard catches up to them and he gives Trent a smile but frowns at Jordan.
"Who are you?" He asks stopping her.
"Jordan," She replies extending her hand for him to take it but the guard frowns and Trent quickly grabs her hand putting it down.
"My girlfriend," He smiles to the middle-aged man before dragging her with him, still holding her hand.
Jordan erupts in laughter and Trent denies with his head, once again, Trent stops at the sight of his teammate. "Jordan," He spats and both Jordans stare at him confused.
"You are late," He speaks seriously but then starts giggling. "Hello, I'm Jordan," He introduces himself and Jordan laughs making the British man confused.
"I'm Jordan too!" She smiles.
"No way!"
"Yes, way, now, we need to go to practice but you can stay over there," Trent tells the girl as he points to some random bleachers.
"Wait, you are a footballer too?" Jordan asks the blonde guy and he nods and then gives a questioning look to Trent.
The younger lad just rolls his eyes as he sighs. "She doesn't even watch football," He explains quickly.
"I do," She defends herself.
"Oh, are you an Everton fan?" Jordan asks her and she denies.
"No, a Manchester United fan," She smiles as both British erupt laughing. Jordan glares at them. "You better go to practice at least you are not a footballer," She spats before turning around and going where Trent told her to wait.
Jordan is still not quite sure about his verity so she will seat and watch or at least, try. Jordan is known for being always inside her head, it's her favorite place to be. Daydreaming is such a beautiful, but dangerous, dangerous thing. Like a drug, you get drunk on the possibility of everything, pushing deeper and deeper into the boundaries between reality and imagination. You articulate scenarios in your head with such mesmerizing details, so much that you forget that it is just only a possible outcome out of an infinite number of outcome. You get lost in your own mind, in your own game, to a mere situation that could mean absolutely nothing and Jordan knows it.
Apparently training has already started since a few men are already running, on a side, she finds Trent and Jorda, both discussing with an older guy, whom Jordan assumes, it's their coach.
The British girl leaves her head as she hears people talking by her side, she turns her head around and sees there are other people also seated where she is, all of them seem to know each other and as soon as they notice her presence they start glaring and talking about her.
Jordan to avoid them plugs her headphones in and decides to keep watching traininbg. A few of the men she believes are players also stare at her confused, she starts getting annoyed by the looks she is receiving thanks to her clothing and maybe that she has oil and grease all over her face. After a while she decides to stand up and leave the training ground, yes, Trent is a football player, now that she has seen that, she is leaving.
On the other side, Trent flashes a few looks to where she is seated and as soon as he notices the girl getting up he unknowingly decides to go after her.
"Trent," His teammates look at him confused.
"I feel really bad, I think I need to throw up," He lies as he runs away from the ground. He has said before to his coach that he got there late thanks to a stomachache.
He chases the girl through the corridors and calls her name without knowing that she has her headphones on. He is determined to stop her so he grabs her arm scaring the hell out of her.
"Holy fuck!" She spats as one of her headphones falls from her ear. "What are you doing here?" She asks him sternly.
"Where are you going?" Trent replies with another question.
"I'm going home," She states and he can see that she is frustrated.
"Why?" He frowns.
"Because everyone was staring at me like if I was an alien or something," She shrugs.
"Why do you care?" He responds.
"What do you mean why do I care? I don't care whatever they think, they just got annoying." She defends herself.
Trent denies with his head. "You really seem to care, otherwise, you would have stayed there and ignored them," He insists.
"And why do you care if I leave or not?" She retorts with a hand on her hip and Trent finds himself speechless.
