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THURSDAY. JANUARY 27TH - The school's soccer team is playing today. Let's give them some support and a party to celebrate.
britt;;
“You hate sports,” Elliot said matter-of-factly as we both left the house, heading for our respective cars.
Well, he’s using one of Dad’s cars since he doesn’t have one!
“So?” I shot back at him.
“Just because I hate it doesn’t mean I can’t go and watch it.”
He stopped next to my Dad’s Audi, and grinned at me.
“You’re such a complicated person, Britt,” he said, suddenly amused.
“And you’re going to be late to pick up Millie if you keep talking to me,” I said before getting into my own car, and sped off.
For once, I was grateful that he found a distraction.
At least he won’t be sticking next to me- god knows how annoying it was!
But I’m still counting down the days till he returns to his own life… far away from where I am.
By the time I got to the stadium, it was already packed with people- but finding the girls wasn’t a difficult task.
Especially when they’re the most good-looking and well-dressed people in the crowd!
“Hello, gorgeous people,” I greeted them each with hugs and air kisses, before finally reaching Stella.
“Before you say anything- I’m just here for the after-party.”
She rolled her eyes, probably able to guess the reason before I even explained it.
“Girl, no one’s here to watch the game,” Ivy cut in, linking arms with me as we started to make our way into the stadium.
I chuckled, knowing very well why Ivy’s here.
Twenty-two guys running around chasing after a ball, sweating and panting and packed with abs that could make any straight girl swoon.
Yup, I guess that’s probably her reason…
We got our seats near the front bleachers, though there were some crazy fans behind us who wouldn’t shut their flytrap since the game started.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I muttered to Stella, who seemed rather preoccupied by the action on the field.
She just turned to me and nodded before turning back.
I left the bleachers- and the overly enthusiastic crowd- and started looking for the bathroom.
And after a few minutes walking aimlessly, I gave up.
I could have totally ditched the game and gone to the after party later.
WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT EARLIER?!
I grumbled and cursed myself for dragging myself here that I didn’t even realize there was someone walking behind me.
“Excuse me,” a voice made me literally jump.
I turned around, still recovering from the sudden shock, but what greeted me totally made me weak in my knees.
Scruffy dark hair, brown eyes, a lopsided smile that reminded me of a schoolboy’s charm and practically towering over me with that height…
“Y-yes?” I stuttered, but I stopped myself.
“This is the right place for the St Bernard’s soccer match, right?” he asked, his eyes staring widely at me that I couldn’t help but stare right back at it.
“Yeah … I mean, yes, the game- the soccer game, it’s already started,” I replied.
I felt myself blush so I quickly looked away, hoping this handsome stranger wouldn’t notice it.
Guess he didn’t, since he thanked me politely before walking past me towards the bleachers, and soon disappeared amongst the crowd.
I sighed.
‘Damn it, Britt!’ I cursed myself silently.
‘You should’ve at least tried to get his number.”
I dragged myself back and when I sat down in my spot, apparently St Bernard had already scored a goal.
And everyone was in a high mood.
“Where were you?” Stells asked, and I thought she sounded worried.
I just smiled.
“I couldn’t find the bathroom,” I told her.
“Or were you trying to ditch us?” Ivy interrupted, narrowing her eyes at me.
I laughed.
“You so read my mind. I can’t wait for this to be over- than we can /finally/ get to the party…”
more to come!
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-owen carters
age: eighteen
bio: owen has walked the runways of milan and paris, and been the face of Armani Exchange to DKNY- all before his eighteenth birthday. once from huntington beach, owen and his family moved to milan where he started his modeling career. after a few very busy years conquering the fashion industry, he’s back in town for a year-long break. he seems reserve at first, but usually he’s a quite a goofball and the life of the party. he doesn’t like commitments, though, since he knows he’ll be too busy once he returns to the modeling world- and he can’t afford to break any girls heart.
relationship status: single and not looking for commitment- but brittany is trying hard to change that!
model: francisco lachowski
