Golden [ #2 EFS ] ✓

Matchweek Six: Liverpool vs. Sheffield United

**Anybody else watched the Liverpool and Aston Villa game yesterday.**

[Rare by Selena Gomez]

Chapter Six

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I WALK INTO the stadium with a huge grin on my face, excited that Samara will be coming by later. I feel a sense of pride wash over me, knowing that she will probably see me play and I want to impress her. Its obvious that Samara is special, one of a kind. She manages to balance so much such as work and school, and I know she has issues at home; that much is evident but I can't figure out what.

I lace up my togs before jogging onto to the pitch. It doesn't take me long to find Alex and Roberto stretching amongst the crowd, this time accompanied by Virgil. Vigil is one of the best defenders in the world. He is like a brick wall; nothing gets passed him.

"I heard that your therapist will stop by later with your file." Alex says, slapping me on the back. "You think you're going to get cleared?"

"I know I am." I say back cockily.

There is no way that I won't get cleared. I look and feel much better than when she broke up with me, and it's all thanks to Samara. It's because of her that I have managed to get over Michelle. I may still feel deeply for her, but I don't love her anymore. I don't need her to survive anymore. Right now, I have all that I need and that's my beautiful therapist.

"Now onto more pressing issues, why were you late?" Roberto asks accusingly, narrowing his eyes.

"I had an... eventful morning." I shrug, holding back a smirk.

"Oh it was eventful, alright." Virgil chuckles, looking at my neck.

I suppose I have a hickie or something on my neck, indicating that I had sex recently. I won't even deny or try and pretend that it didn't happen. They should know by now that I am getting some. This isn't the first time I showed up to training with sexual marks on me.

"Can you please tell us who this lucky girl is?" Alex practically begs, and even Virgil and Roberto fold their arms and look at me expectantly.

"Sorry guys, but I've been sworn to secrecy."

I ignore Roberto and Virgil's raised brows and Alex's pout. I turn on me heel, and jog onto where all the action is. I feel much more confident now whenever the ball is passed to me, confident enough to score. I'm hoping to get my conversion rate back up to what it used to be—it used to be unusually high for an attacking left back.

After what feels like months of training, I head for a water break, and that's when I see her and the coach walking towards the pitch. She looks like she probably went home and showered, because she is now dressed in a red and peach striped short-sleeve dress with white sneakers. She's carrying Andrea in one hand and she has my file in the other. Her hair is pulled back into a untidy pony, but it looks cute. A bubbly, loud laugh escapes her lips as she throws her head back and laughs at something the coach said. Her skin is radiant and glowing.

"You're drooling."

I snap out of the trance and sneak a peak at Virgil, that's standing next to me. He has a knowing smirk on his face as he too looks at her. Virgil is a smart one so he must have put two and two together.

"Huh?" I get out, trying to act confused.

He chuckles. "Its obvious that she's the girl you're sleeping with. I can see it in the way you look at her."

"Its that obvious?" I ask in shock.

"Yeah." He says, adding, "So your therapist, huh?"

"Its helping, even though it isn't one of the best methods." I say softly.