His teammate

Chapter 2 - Set up

I wake up by the loud beep from my phone. I sit up, feeling my head spin before I rub my eyes and push the cover away. I get up, still with my eyes half closed and walk into the bathroom to turn the shower on. I stand there leaning against the cold tile of the bathroom wall and feel so tired. Why am I so tired? Right, I was up to three in the morning and it's seven now. Not enough hours of sleep.

I step into the hot water and feel myself relax, it feels good to have the water running down my body, washing away everything and waking me up. I stand a little too long though and realize that I'm going to be late. I get out and dry myself fast before going back to my bedroom to find some clothes to wear. I don't have time to dry my hair so I braid it and put on some mascara before I head out the door. The fresh september air hits me as I step out of the apartment and I shiver in my jacket. It has really gotten colder this past week.

I walk fast the two blocks to the cafe where I work. It used to be only a bakery but a year ago the owner decided to branch out and add a cafe part to the bakery. The business is going great, so I guess he did a good thing. Besides it's more fun now to work.

I walk in through the doors and it's thankfully slow still. I walk past the few tables we have and over to the disk. I get an irritated stare from Leanna who stands behind the cash register.

"You're late." She complain as I come behind the disk.

"I know Lea, I'm sorry. The shower took a little too long this morning, I was so tired." I say and smile at her, she always sounds like a mother, though she's the one who mostly gets me into trouble.

"Yeah right, I know what you were doing in there." She say, raising her eyebrows up and down.

"What? Stop!" I say as I hit her arm. She snickers as she turn back, taking the order from the next customer. I take a muffin from the plate on the disk and sit down on the counter behind Lea. The morning rush hasn't started yet, so I can take a minute to eat my muffin so I get the energy to handle this day.

"So what did you do so late last night?" Lea ask as she comes to lean her body against the counter I'm sitting on.

"I got stuck in front of this documentary about aliens, it was so exciting that I couldn't pull myself to bed before it ended." I say with a laugh.

"Oh god!" She groans. "You need a life." She say before going over to fix a couple of sandwiches. I laugh. I know how pathetic I can be, but it was a pretty interesting documentary. I jump down from the counter as another customer comes up to the disk and takes his order.

"You really need to start dating again or at least sleep with someone." Lea say as the lunch rush has slowed down. I groan at her, she's always pushing this. I haven't told her about that one-night stand that I had three weeks ago with that yummy guy form the bar. I don't know why, but I want to keep it for myself. Lea's one of my best friends and I usually tell her everything, but this felt too good to be true. I actually woke up the next morning, thinking it all had been a dream.

I woke up in my bed alone, looking a little confused around me. I thought that this was the best dream I've ever had and stood up to pull my robe around me. I walked out into the kitchen and if it weren't for the fact that my body hurt like hell, the condom wrap on the floor or my bra on the stove – I would totally have believed that it had been a dream. That was the only things making me sure that he had existed, not even a note from the guy who had left, I didn't even know his name.

It was so unlike me to bring a guy home from the club. I had never done anything like that before and can't believe that I did.

Do you?

Oh, I forgot. You don't know me. Let me tell you about myself. My name is Julianne, you can call me Juli. I'm twenty five years old and moved here to London a year and a half ago. I'm originally from Philadelphia, US. where I lived with my dad. I felt like I needed a change and decided to move here, don't ask me why this place – because I don't know. My dad thought I was insane, but he supported me. I found a small little apartment and this job, which at the time only was at the bakery. For some reason Isac, the owner of this little bakery, liked me and gave me a chance. Only a couple of weeks later I met Joe, my ex. I fell head over heels for him and his sexy British accent. We went out for almost a year, but it was when he told me that he loved me that I realized that I didn't love him. I probably never had. I think he was a fantasy, a British fantasy. So I ended it, which was hard and sad, he was of course heartbroken. I really hate hurting people.