STAY (FAR AWAY, SO CLOSE!)

Disclaimer: I do not make any money out of this story, nor does Galactik Football belong to me.

CHAPTER 3

She could not take all this any longer. All these lies, cover-ups. She could feel the uneasiness in the air.

He was in his penthouse, of course. Still in his pajamas, surrounded by a trash of a place.

The door bell rang - the sound that he had been dreading to hear all two weeks.

He went up to open the door.

His heart froze.

"Mei.."

A half second of awkward silence followed. The look their eyes gave to each other was of guilt and shame.

"Can I talk to you for a moment please, Aarch?" Being the stronger one, she broke the silence.

He let her in. The air was heavy, heavy as none could imagine.

His heart was pounding, not with lust, but with anxiety. What was he suppose to say.. What was she going to say...

"Aarch," she started. His nervousness got worse as she said his name. It felt as an accusation, an interrogation.

"About the other night.." she could not think of how to continue.

He was as embarrassed and lost for words as she was. Silence filled the room once again.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"No, Aarch. It's my fault," she continued. Any eye-contact was absent.

"Mei, please, don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault, I am the idiot."

"You were drunk, Aarch."

He had no words to defend himself over that.

But, he now started to realize, and think. Think of all the things he hadn't thought of before. Why would a beautiful young girl want to sleep with him? A silver-haired middle-aged man...

He slightly gasped as a flickering thought ran through his mind. Everything was clear now.

"You took advantage of my drunkeness, to bribe me into making you striker.. Now that is what it's all about!"

She was horrifically shocked. Her dream of being striker had been so long forgotten that she took it for granted as being a plausible reason to use her body to achieve it.

"Aarch? Of course not, I'd never use you."

"Don't think you can lie to me Mei!" He turned furious.

"What? You'd seriously think I had sex with you to make me striker?" She hesitantly shouted at him.

"What reason could you have other than that?" She had never seen him this angry, or desperate for reasoning.

She felt a stab go right through her heart in that second of madness. All of that night was real; no games, no lies. She just had too much pride and too little courage to admit the truth.

Her anger was far more blinding than her hurt and disappointment. She just stormed out of the room without giving him an answer.

He was confused, still with a mixture of anger rushing through his veins. He felt alive again, finally.


Right as the door closed behind her, she broke down in tears.

She couldn't let anyone see her, crying in front of his door. It was not like in front of his office, where an excuse about football could be believed.

She walked down slowly to her room, wishing noone would pass by, and hoping Tia was out.

She got into bed and cried herself to sleep.


Author's Notes: I would like to start off with thanking you for reading this chapter :)
Not much going on in this one, just a conversation. A rather awkward one perhaps.

Hope to update soon. ;)

Reviews are much appreciated!