Are You Willing to Love?

Chapter 1

Point of View: Ghost

Bouncing my knee up and down, I glance down at my watch for the eighth time in the last twenty minutes. "Come directly to my office when you land." I grumble under my breath as I kick the desk in front of me. "My ass." Shifting in the uncomfortable seat, I glance around the room and my eyes linger on the window pane. The sun is set high outside the window framed by the clear blue sky taunting me. I was finally fucking back in Italy only about an hour away from home and yet here I am sitting in a stuffy office building. 

Impatiently glancing down to my wrist once more, I shift the baggy black sweatshirt sleeve and stand from my chair. Pulling open the door, I move quickly down the hall and past the secretary who shoots out of her chair when she catches sight of me. I don't stop moving directly toward the exit. "Miss! Miss!" She calls after me her heals clicking quickly on the tiled floor as she tries to catch up to me. "Please wait! He said to wait for him-" I spin fast my anger getting the best of me. Locking eyes with the thin black hair girl, she flinches and backs away finding the pure unfiltered anger in my eyes. 

"When he bothers to show up, tell him to go fuck himself." I state bluntly not holding back as I growl at the girl. "I am not going to fucking waste my time. He knows how to reach me." Stunned, I wait watching her stare at me wide eyed for a moment before giving a small anxious shake of the head. Turning, I pull up my hood as I bolt to the exit. 

Stepping out of the office building, I am hit by the familiar warmth of the hot Italian fall sun and stop to enjoy the moment. Taking a slow breath, I allow a cool gust to rush over me before I move to the street. Holding my hand out, I step out in front of a cab and rush to get in. Two taxis, two blocks, and two trains later, I know I have no one following me before I take the final railway to Savoca. 

Looking down again to my clock face, I rush off the railway and into town. Familiar structures fly by as I pick up my pace. Silently swearing at myself, I break out into a full out run as I move out of town and to the local park. Panting, I make my way to a slightly wooded area and cut through. Spotting black and red pinnies running in the distance, I slow in order to catch my breath. Thank fucking god I didn't miss it. 

Gathering my breath, I move the edge of the wooded area and lean against one of the trees watching the soccer game about fifty meters away. My heart pounds as I search the field only for my eyes to get stuck on a mixture of white and black hair. I can feel my chest bubble up with emotions as my eyes slip down to a determined face rushing down the field with a red pinnie on. I made it. My eyes dance over the slightly discolored scar that runs vertically down his right eye that stands out prominently against his caramel skin. Mikael. 

It had been almost a year since I had been home, he looked so much taller. Smiling, I follow the ball as he passes to an even taller male. Recognizing the stunningly pale skin, I meet the narrowed eyes of a blonde who receives the ball. Watching as he gives it about three kicks, he runs directly at an opponent and then faints to the right before shifting to the left. Kicking the ball in a neat semicircle around the distracted opponent, he moves down the field. He is about two meters away from the goalie when he stares the other down while kicking the ball to the left completely in the opposite direction of the goal. Max.

Catching sight of the confused goalie, he turns to find a darker skinned male rushing full force down the field from the half mark. Watching intently, the male closes the distance in seconds and draws his leg back. Putting his power behind the kick, he launches the ball into the goal with ease. Throwing up a fist in victory, the male rubs his forearm at his sweaty short brown hair as he returns to the other side of the field the blonde and white haired male meeting up to bump knuckles with each other. Jose.

Smiling at their team work, my eyes flicker to a deep cheer coming from the right. Finding the reflective metal bleachers filled with a number of different people, my eyes settle on the pair sitting off to the side. The muscular male that holds his tanned hands to his mouth withdraws them as the smaller male besides him jabs an elbow into his side embarrassed. Rolling his stunningly green eyes, the deeper voiced male continues to yell loudly to the players on the field. Danny. The smaller however follows the group with only his eyes, his caramel hands pressed between his knees as he watches the game with just as much silent enthusiasm. Ari.