Chapter 6: Chapter Two: Fate Is An Evil Spirit.-2

See, Samuel Cahill was fairly known in England. I mean in August him and his family had this big photo shoot for a Forbes magazine and after some mishap with paparazzi, they had to build a huge gate in front and around their house because their privacy is basically now nonexistent. Besides his family, Sam was known for the whole modelling thing he did sometimes. With that modelling job, meant that he met different people. Two years ago 'different people' meant different girls and other models. But today when I said different people, I definitely meant people. He met other famous people and some of those famous people have daughters. Daughters like Tanya who seemed to have a huge obsession with my boyfriend. She would talk about him in the changeroom, fully aware that I was in the room. She would mention how amazing and gorgeous he was. Then she would get to how he shouldn't be tied down by and I quote 'some grungy girl from another part of the world'. Let's just say I had a hard time trying not to knock her teeth out. She would do this every time. She would go up to Sam and try and when I say try I mean try to talk to him. See, over the last couple of months, Sam was trying to be a little bit more polite. So he would actually acknowledge a person instead of walking by them and ignore them. Sam would keep their conversations short like monosyllable short. She would touch him to the point where Sam would have to keep at least three feet whenever they were talking. In one of their class, he had told me how she forcefully sat beside him and every time he tried to move seats, she would follow and end up beside him. So, yes I did not like Tanya Nesmith. "Why is she your partner out of all people?" I asked him. "S'not my fault, teacher paired everyone up and fate just decided to put me with her." "Well, fate is an evil spirit," I muttered, crossing my arms. Sam reached out and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me between his legs. "It's fine. We're going to work on it tomorrow at the library. She offered to come here but I told her that my place was getting tented for termites. I didn't want to go to hers so after many agonizing minutes I compromised and we're going to the library." "She probably thinks it'll be a quiet advantage for you to make out," I muttered. "That will never happen." He told me, pushing me forward and making me straddle his legs. "You should file for a restraining order. To make sure she can't be at least 300 feet near you or else she gets arrested." I suggested as my hands rested on his shoulders with a serious face. "Your possessiveness is showing rather brightly today Hazel." "It's not possessiveness. I mean any other girl would have been fine but Tanya. I swear she wants to kidnap you and hide you in her closet." Sam smirked, kissing me lightly on the mouth. "I'm going to be on one side of the table and her on the other. If she wanted to kidnap me, she wouldn't even succeed because I'm vaguely sure you'll knock her out if she even touches me." "I wouldn't knock her out," I said. "You make me sound like I'm a violent creature." He cocked his head at me. "You are." I pushed his head back when he tried to kiss me again and got off of him, settling beside him as I turned the flat screen TV on. The channels here were a little different. Very different actually. I felt a tiny pang in my chest and I could feel my face turn into a frown. "You okay?" Sam asked when he looked at me. I shrugged, leaning into his shoulder as I passed a food channel. "I'm kind of missing home." He rubbed the side of my arm. "Only a couple weeks until the wedding and we have to be there a week early to get fitted. You'll be seeing everyone in no time." "I know," I mumbled. His words were comforting and settling as he twirled a strand of my hair with his fingers. "Just think about it: you'll be able to argue with your brother, I'll be able to argue with the eight of my brothers. You can see your dad and my mum and my dad. You can see Caleb, Jasmine, Andrew, Jacob, Brandon, your cousin Natalie, Jon Ming and Austin. You can remember the times we had together. Like the beach and playing soccer and going to the pool and Jon Ming not knowing how to swim and-" "You're really not helping anymore at the moment," I said to make him stop. He grinned, changing the channel. "I know." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The game was amazing. Manchester won but the sickest thing happened after the game. Sam and I were about to walk out of the stadium when one of the players...yes one of the players from the team came over in a hoodie, hiding his face from the passing people that could ambush him. It was Dean Henderson. Holy fudge nuggets it was Dean Henderson from the under 21's team. He literally just played. He shook hands with Sam, clearly knowing him from before. I stood there star struck even Sam and I were led to the through different places in the huge arena into the change room. I'm a soccer player. And yes I was one of those soccer players who knew every single player of certain teams in different leagues. I would know their track records, how many goals per season, assists like Justin and his basketball obsession. When they transferred or who they played with in years like 2006...you get it? Most of them actually knew Sam seeing as they patted his back, shook his hand and Sam reciprocated with a small smile. "Good game today guys." "Would be pretty cool if you got to play with us lad." George Dorrington said and my eyes widened even further. "Maybe someday," Sam said, then he grinned putting an arm around my waist. "This is Macy." All eyes in the room turned to me and I could have fallen over just air at the sight of my third favourite team all look at me. "She's a football player?" A voice said. "How's it going?" Another said. I couldn't say anything. God, why couldn't I? I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. For the love of cheese, no words came out. Sam clearly noticed my lack of speech and Tom Thorpe stared at me amused before looking over at Sam. "Is she mute?" "She's definitely not," His tone hinted a double meaning and I elbowed him swiftly in the stomach to which he almost doubled over, hissing a sharp breath. "I mean, she talks. She's just a little star struck I guess." "H-Hi." I managed to get out, smiling widely. Clearly noticing that I was indeed not mute, the rest of the players manoeuvred over to personally introduce themselves to me.