Premier League football imagines

Scott McTominay Pt 2

cheat
/tʃiːt/
act dishonestly or unfairly in order to gain an advantage.

Y/N - your name

I've been living with my best friend Melody for the past 6 months. These 6 months has been the hardest months of my life. Not only did I lose the love of my life but his fandom hated me. To be honest, I didn't know why since he was the one who cheated on me but many gave him excuses saying he clearly had a reason to cheat on me. I received many hate mail and comments and it was difficult but I just learnt to ignore it and try and forget him.

I think the most difficult thing was that he moved on. Not once, not twice but three times. I couldn't believe it. In the span of 6 months, he forgot about me with three other women. I don't blame them because it's want their fault. I blamed Scott and only Scott.

I hear my alarm go off as I let out a loud groan. Today was the day I was going to a City game but it happened to be at United's stadium, Old Trafford. I wasn't looking forward to it because Scott obviously plays for United however he's injured so he possibly won't be playing and I was also invited by Melody and she really wanted to go but she didn't have anyone to go with and didn't wanna go alone.

I get up and relax for the majority of the day and get some work done for medical school as I did have quite a few projects due. We are doing the vagina and penis which is awkward but I mean it's interesting in its own weird way. I was actually contemplating becoming a gynecologist (the person who looks at a woman's vagina, etc) because I've been to a male gynecologist and it was uncomfortable so I want to be a female one so that girls feel more comfortable around me.

When it was getting closer to the game, I put on my City shirt with my own surname on it because last time I put someone's name on the back of my shit, they left the club and I had to wear a shirt with Milner's name on it and that wasn't great to wear when going to games. I then put on some really comfy jeans I own and put some white sneakers on. Since it was still chilly outside, I put on a black jacket and my Man City scarf and wait downstairs whilst Melody got ready.

She was a season ticket holder for Man City and usually goes with different mates but she saw I needed a proper day out considering I basically don't go out unless it's for school or to get food so she decided to invite me. She didn't really like going to away games but because it was in Manchester and was the classic Manchester Darby, she couldn't miss it.

As soon as Melody walked downstairs, we headed out so that we didn't get stuck in traffic and that we could have a beer or two before the game. As we arrived, we walked into the stadium and handed them our tickets and went and grabbed a beer. "So you excited to see City play?" She asked as I took a sip of my beer. "You bet your ass I am. I am a bit nervous though because we haven't even playing the best against them and I don't wanna see us lose especially at the home grounds of Man Shitty." I said as she burst out laughing.

The thing about Melody is she is amazing. She's been there for me since day one and she's clearly the elite friend because she let me stay at her house for 6 months. I do pay rent but she insists that I only pay a little amount because it's not fair. We finish our beer and head towards the away seating in the stadium.

Man I hated away games. We feel so inferior and also you can barely hear us sing as the United fans are super loud. Soon the players are walking on the pitch. I look at the players and let a sigh of relief out as I don't see Scott. Melody sees me relax as she gives me a hug. This girl can read me like an open book.