Authors Note:
Hey guys!
I know I said you'd get the next chapter within a week but I managed to edit it quicker than I expected, and so here it is!
I literally only got about four reviews for the last chapter but honestly they were so nice that it pushed me to write a little faster, they really do make my day. If you have any questions, please hesitate to ask or PM me, I'll be happy to reply, if I don't address your question it's most likely because your issue will be answered in the chapter I next post.
So to the reviewer who asked about Bellas family, she has two sisters and a brother, but that isn't too important yet, and the countdown is addressed in this chapter!
Enjoy!
Chapter Three
Seventy-two days.
I wake up to loud noises and the smell of coffee. Alice is arguing on the phone to her boyfriend of four months, apparently he wasn't too happy about her being at a club last night. She's shouting back at him that he has no say over her life, I watch as she hangs up on him and mouthes sorry to me.
"S'ok."
"Dads made pancakes and coffee, grab something out of my closet then come downstairs."
She leaves me to get ready, and I fall back on to her bed as soon as my feet hit the ground.
I'm never drinking again. Fuck birthday shots and their stupid after effects.
I shower and pull on one of Alices sweaters and a pair of her denim shorts. My converse are still here from yesterday so I lace them up before heading down the two floors to get to the kitchen.
Unlike me, Alice came from money, her parents were doctors who were busy at times but other than that they were fucking great.
I loved spending time here because they didn't treat me like a stranger, I was family to them. Sometimes I'd dream that her parents would adopt me and I'd get to live here instead of what I class as home but I knew it was too far-fetched.
"Goodmorning Carlisle. They smell amazing."
"Morning baby, tuck in."
I join Alice at the breakfast bar and he sets a plate of pancakes infront of me with a bottle of syrup. Just the way I like it.
These are the days I love, and I mean really love.
"You girls have fun last night?"
"Loads. I even got Bella dancing, who would of thought it only takes three shots."
I blush in embarrasment as I remember the dancing.
"God I bet I looked awful out there."
"No way! You were great."
I mumble a thanks before devouring my pancakes.
"What time is Connor meeting us for the game tomorrow Alice?"
"He's not coming. We had an argument, I don't want to see him for the next few days. Bella can come instead."
I swallow before answering.
"What? Where?"
"There's a match tomorrow. England Vs. Germany, it's for charity so all the ticket proceedings go to what was it Dad?"
"They use it to help kids with education in third world countries."
"Wow, that's nice."
"Totally, anyway Dads dragging me to one because Uncle Eric couldn't make it. So I'm dragging you to it with me because I un-invited Connor. Teaches him to tell me what to do."
"So I'm your back-up choice? Forget it, I'm not coming."
She jumps up from her stool and wraps her arms around me.
"Baby you are number one in my life. Me and you. Please!?"
I let out a laugh and carry on eating my pancakes before nodding at her.
"I'm not one for football but I'll come, it's not like I'm going to turn down a chance to see sweaty men run around half naked."
"You girls can turn anything into a girly event. It's football not shopping."
His tone is teasing, I shoot him a smile before getting up to wash my dish.
"I'm headed back to mine today, what time should I be here tomorrow?"
"We'll pick you up, it's on the way, match starts at five so four should be fine?"
"Four?! Alice you're crazy, Bella we'll be outside your house at two."
"That's three hours before the match even starts Dad!"
"Yeah well we have to drive there and then find parking and then our seats, its a long process honey."
"Well all I'm saying is they better be goddamn hot football players."
"Alice."
"Sorry Dad, but no-one cuts into my beauty sleep, that is unless your names Bella."
She winks at me.
I spend a couple of hours just lounging around Alices house watching trashy reality tv and then head back to mine.
I let myself in and listen to the raised voices that don't even notice me as I head upstairs. Anne hasn't come home yet, no doubt she's staying at her boyfriends house, I'll probably see her in a few days when they break up for the millionth time.
I put my phone on charge and see if there's any birthday texts waiting for me.
Just one off Zack, a close friend of mine who I haven't seen in months due to the fact that he's at Swansea university in Wales.
I text back a thanks while I undress and fall asleep seconds after I'm in bed.
...
Seventy-one days.
"Get up, Alice is at the door!"
I wake up to see Amelia at the foot of my bed pulling on my duvet.
"Go away."
"Get your fucking ass up now, Alice is threatening to break down the door if you're not out the house in the next ten minutes."
Shit. How fucking long had I slept?
I jump out of bed and run to the shower, I'm out within minutes drying my body and pulling on denim shorts, a white sleeveless blouse and black keds.
The weather in England isn't always great so I tend to savour the summer times when the suns out.
I grab my phone out of the charger port and put my hair into a messy high bun as I run out to Johns car.
I slide into his Cayenne and check the time on my phone. 2:14pm.
"Sorry guys, I just woke up."
"So it took you ten minutes to look like that? Ergh I actually hate you."
"You need to stop before I get a bighead."
"It's okay Bella, we've got ages."
"That's not what you was telling me earlier Dad!"
I motion for Alice to pass me a pair of her sun glasses from the glove compartment, at least that way half my face is covered and I'll look the least bit presentable.
We fall into pointless chatter as we head to the football stadium, there's masses of people walking in crowds, I feel intimidated at the fact that there's so many people but I'm excited at the same time. I've never been to a football match before so I don't know what to expect.
We drive into a carpark and search for a free spot for a good half an hour, finally we find one at least five minutes away from the entrance, but we're so glad we've found one we don't care.
I climb out of the car and Alice grabs my hand to follow her.
"Stay close, people tend to get quite rowdy."
I get pulled through crowds of men who've painted their faces the flag colours, people shout rude things about Germans and men argue over who they think is the better player. I try my best to ignore it all and focus on Alices voice.
"Its going to be so fun, I'll show you all of the hot players. Hopefully it starts to rain so they all get wet. Mhmm."
She hands me a ticket and we walk through massive double doors as the workers check to make sure everyone has tickets.
"Dad scored some really good tickets because he bandaged up the managers kid, it was a thankyou gesture I guess, but it means we get to see everything up close and personal."
"You know I have no idea about anything when it comes to football?"
"It's ok, any questions you have I'll answer."
"Don't listen to her Bella, she doesn't know anything, you got any questions, you ask me."
I nod and stifle a laugh as Alice rolls her eyes at Carlisle to his face. We walk out to the front of the pitch and take our seats on the front row. Alice was not kidding when she said her Dad scored some good tickets.
I look around at all of the reporters, the photographers, and the wags. I wonder how much times they've sat at a game anxious about their partners and how they'll perform? Maybe after watching so many games it all becomes normal to them.
"So what time does everything kick off?" I ask Carlisle.
"Players come on the pitch at around 4:30, match officially starts at 5."
"Yeah Bella, fourty-five minutes of just waiting now I guess, oh the joys."
"I thought you said it was going to be fun!"
"It will be... Once the hotties come on the pitch that is."
"Better watch it, the wags can hear you."
She turns her head to glare back at all of the death stares she's getting from the players wives and girlfriends. They're all insanely pretty and glamorous looking compared to me and Alice, but I can safely say none of them have got shit on my best friends natural beauty.
Even with their caked faces and designer clothes they look bland in comparison to Alice who's dressed in a simple floral summer dress.
"Would you ever be one?"
"What?"
She looks back at me confused.
"A wag? Would you ever be a wag?"
"If my partner just so happened to be a footballer then so be it, does not mean I'd associate with being a wag. Look at them, most of 'em are gold-digging whores who can't work for their own money so they have to live off their partners. Why? Would you?"
"It's not like anyone and everyone could land a football player, they tend to go for well, girls like that. But hell no, I'd be way too insecure knowing that hundreds of beautiful girls were throwing themselves at my man everyday."
She throws me a funny look, which I ignore.
"You need to get out of your comfort zone a little more."
"Erm I did! I went to a club, and I wore that dress and I danced!"
"Oh please, you loved that dress, but I meant dating. You need to date."
"I've just turned eighteen, I have plenty of time to date. Plus I'm focused on school."
"Schools not for another couple of months or so, you've got time!"
"Seventy-one days."
"What?"
"Seventy-one days untill school starts."
She throws me another funny look, and I ignore her once again.
"There we go, that's plenty of time to find yourself a nice man."
"Carlisle a little help here? Alice is killing me."
"Sorry honey, what are you two talking about again?"
This time we both roll our eyes at him.
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