So there are three concerts I wanna go to this year: Shawn Mendes, Halsey and 5sos. Originally I was supposed to go to SLSF (5sos) in Toronto but that doesn't seem to be happening :(

Anyway enough about my life.

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Chapter Seven: "I Radiate Sex Appeal."

"I SEE SOME OF you decided to go partying last night," Coach Fields said, laughing mockingly. "You could have done the right thing like go to a party and not get hammered but no some of you decided to take more than a few sips of a drink and get absolutely smashed."

For being on the field at six o'clock in the morning I felt okay. I'm pretty sure everyone has had at least one of those days when they wake up and they actually feel happy. Like they feel wide awake and not as if they are ready to drag themselves out of bed every morning. I was currently having that day.

It was a happy day even this early in the morning.

It was even happier as Coach scanned Tanya who looks like death had struck her at the door. Clearly she had not taken my fake advice for her not to drink yesterday and decided to go ahead.

I don't know if she thought I was using reverse psychology or I messing her mind but it worked anyway.

We were doing a scrimmage and I literally made Tanya drop today as I shot the ball into the net. I jogged back to my side, giving Anmol a low five. "Nice."

"You're in any of my courses?" I asked her.

She nodded, taking a swig of a water bottle. "Professor Robins? Yeah. Full day of classes. Sam's in the class too right?"

"Yeah," I said, taking my hair out before tying it into a high ponytail, not caring if there were any bumps. "I have to talk to him."

"What about?" Anmol asked.

"He's acting weird about something but mainly our friend Caleb. There's something off about him."

"Off?"

"Caleb is a really great guy, a little bit crazy, outspoken, dirty minded but he's a good person. I'm just worried about him. I'm worried he's resorting to different things to get his mind of someone."

"Are Caleb and Sam close?"

"Caleb is Sam's best friend. He is one of the people Sam can trust the most. They've been together since they were thirteen. They're relationship is a weird conflicting one."

"Bromance?" Anmol suggested.

I thought about it and nodded with certainty. "Bromance of the highest degree. They're practically a married couple with the way they argue."

Before Anmol could say anything we get sent right back into practice. By the time I wait for Anmol outside the change room, we walk through the front where Sam is waiting for me, handing me a wrapped bagel and a mug of hot chocolate. "Hello love."

A smile slipped on my face as I gladly took it from him, pressing my lips on his cheek. "Hey. Thank you."

"No problem...Anmol right?" He asked, glancing at me before looking back down at her.

She nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah." I grabbed Sam's hand as we started walking towards campus grounds and into the hallways of one of the three buildings that made HDF excluding the fields and gyms.

"So Anmol, Derek..." Sam looked at her past me.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"You said he dated your sister, right? You sure he didn't date you either?" Sam asked, gently taking my cup from my hand and sipping from it.

"N-No why would you think that?"

"You don't have to share."

Anmol didn't want to but as Sam stared at her I knew what he was doing. He didn't even have to try. His eyes were so intense they could make anyone spill information but this was Anmol and I didn't want her to expose anything she didn't want to say.

I pinched him on the side and he flinched. "What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? Stop doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"That thing with your eyes, you jerk." Anmol raised her eyebrows when I hit him lightly in the stomach. It wasn't really shocking. Yes this man here seemed perfect but he was capable of saying stupid things.

I mean his best friend was Caleb, of course he said stupid things.

Sam's lips quirked up in a tiny smirk. "Okay. I've seen a lot of things with my eyes today."

By now we had stopped in the middle of the hallway and Anmol was staring at the both of us like we were weird. We were so I wasn't complaining. I put my hands on my hips, swinging my duffle bag around so it hit my back. "Seen things like what?"

He leaned forward, close enough to kiss me but not quite. His green eyes reached a level of strength I couldn't tear away from even if I tried. Maybe that's why he whispered because the impact made me fail to speak. "Babe I'm guessing you're matching with me today huh?"

His eyes looked down and I could see small line of the Calvin Klein band of my underwear sticking out. How the hell could he even see that? My face flushed red as his lips moved to press against the hollow outer part of my ear. "Hazel, I'd love to find out if you're wearing the matching set too."

His eyes came back to meet mine and I could fully see the amused expression on his face. He was enjoying this. My lack of speech. I struggled to say something and almost groaned in frustration because yes I was actually wearing the matching sports bra underneath.

I tore my eyes away from him to realize Anmol was still there, watching us with amusement as students passed by us in the hallway. I would've pushed him away too if someone hadn't already done it.

"Okay, okay this is a no PDA zone lovebirds. Some of these people actually want to go to class." Maddy said, her hair in a low ponytail and her glasses upon her face. Behind the lenses she looked really tired.

Sam noticed too as he shot a smug look, backing away from me a bit. "Hangover?"

"Not really-shut up Cahill."

"I didn't say anything rude this time." He pointed out as we continued walking.

"I can see the look on your face." She pouted before looking on my other side. "Hi I'm Madeline but you can call me Maddy."

"I'm Anmol." She introduced herself.

"Anmol, what's your major as we say back in North America? Or what are you studying?" Maddy asked.

"Oh you call it major. I actually haven't chosen-I'm kind of indecisive- but I might figure out I want to take a career in Law. You guys?"

"Chemistry." I told her. I mean I wanted to be a doctor at first and go into the field of Medicine but anything in Chemistry seemed much more appealing to me for the past couple of months.

"Kinesiology." Sam mumbled, locking his hands with mine.

In this school HDF, we all had Plan B's. Every student here had Plan B's even Plan C's. Henry David Florentine is a school that focuses on athletics because the players who had gone to this school have the best of the best. But they were pretty strict on grades too. Plan B was basically what each student studies to be in the future, after their soccer or basketball or tennis whatever sport they play when their career is over and they want to continue working in their lives.

Plan B's also come in hand if a player is facing a critical injury that makes them incapable of playing their sport ever again.

I remember that one day in August. Sam and I were in my room and I asked him what he wanted to be if he wasn't going to be a soccer player or after if he wanted to. It was clear that a man of talent like Sam Cahill would become a professional soccer player. But his Plan B was to become a Coach.

I could see it even when he had passionately talked about it. He talked about working with kids, seeing them grow up to do what they wanted in the 'football' world. I could see him doing it. That if he ever had to face an injury and had that as his backup plan it would make him happy.

And he loved kids too. Every time he was with Phillip, you could his smile brighten on his face. When he first met Riley, Andrew's three year old sister I have never seen her warm up to a person as fast as she did to Sam.

"American Sign Language." Maddy said. She never really expanded on why she chose that as her major but Anmol didn't question further on the subject either. When she had picked that she found it shocking that a school in England would offer that a course but she was ecstatic.

"Hey, um, Mace?"

I looked over Maddy's head to Anmol. "Yeah?"

"Is he always that...I can't find the exact word."

"Arrogant? Annoying? Egotistic? Yes, he is but I choose to live with it."

Maddy nudged me, lifting her hood up and putting it over her head as Anmol laughed a bit. "No...I was going to say seductive."

I thought about it but Maddy spoke up before I could. "I've known these two for over a month now. Seductive does not even describe Sam. That's like a small word you can use because-"

"I radiate sex appeal and you all know it?" Sam offered, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

"This is why I said egotistic." I told Anmol.

"You didn't contradict with my statement, Hazel." He said, bringing the back of my hand up and holding it against his soft lips.

Maddy sighed as she stopped outside of her own classroom. "Bye guys." I watched her as she basically lugged herself inside the class.

Once we reach our classroom I sit right in between Sam and Anmol in the middle section. "So care to expand on the Derek situation?" Sam asked Anmol.

"She doesn't have to, you know?"

"It's fine," Anmol said, leaning her head on her hand that was propped up. "He did date my sister. They broke up. They were still friends so he was still around. A few months before he left for university, I told him I had feelings for him."

Sam's eyebrows went up, on the other hand, my lips parted. 

Anmol sighed, "It didn't end well for me before he basically rejected me and yeah. I don't want to talk about it anymore. But he's fine. I just can't speak to him because I think of that every time I see him. ." 

"Anmol..." 

"He is," She insisted. "I'm still trying to get over that whole thing, okay? And now he wants to speak to me but I--I don't know. He overlooks it all because, well, he's him and he's just a really nice guy." 

"He is," Sam agreed, "He's the only one on the team that doesn't force me to go out." He mumbled, sighing as he leaned on my shoulder.

I played with a curly lock of his hair on my index finger. "You don't have to go."

"I don't. But like last night it's a teammates party and for some reason it's like some unspoken rule to attend. And I get it. I do. I just don't want to see the same type of people added into the party or team bonding experience. It's annoying seeing one of them bring in random girls they want you to get with."

"But you don't." I told him.

"Of course I don't." His voice had a slight rumble to it as he looked at me under his lashes.

"Mr. Cahill, Ms. Anderson would you two like to possibly converse whatever you both were discussing with the rest of my class." Professor Robin said, putting his briefcase on the desk at the front.

Sam pulled the back of my hand away from his lips, sighing under his breath and pulling on a lazy smile. "Sir with all due respect I am sorry we have interrupted the beginning of your class with our conversation."

"Thank you Mr. Cahill now let's get started Ladies and Gentlemen..."

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School.

School.

School.

Back in high school even elementary school it stood for: Seven (or six) Crappy Hours Of Our Lives. The same way Math stood for: Mental Abuse To Humans.

They always tell you how important an education is in life.

And it is. Trust me it is.

But with education and success comes hard work and studying and reading assignments when you decide to take an English course even though you are a Chemistry major. I have no idea why I decided it don't ask it was an instinct choice and Caleb was with me when I was deciding my courses so there's a good reason. Plus I liked creative writing.

School at most times has to come first and sometimes that can even affect relationships. For the past weeks Sam and I have been in university it's been kind of hard. I mean we both have work and I had a part time job at the bookstore near campus. There was this one week he had a shoot on the weekend and had to go to London. I barely saw him that entire week with the amount of work we both had to do.

Now it's Friday and I stood under the many book shelves in this store, adding new stock. My finger traced down the spine of a thick book and I sighed to myself, feeling the bumps of the title print under my index finger. My mother owned a book store when I was younger. It wasn't as big as this one but I used to follow her to work almost every weekend.

"Why do you look so sad?" a voice asked.

I jumped, holding a hand to my chest since I was frightened so easily. I turned around facing the voice that asked me the question.

The guy gave me a small smile, staring at me with a weird expression. He had a brown haired buzz cut and his face was kind. We were about the same height. His brown eyes watched me as I studied him and I noticed his button nose was possibly red from a cold or the weather outside. I didn't recognize him.

His voice on the other hand was something that was familiar. Not like his actual voice but the accent. It wasn't the same as the people who lived in Manchester. I couldn't place it but I did know he had grown up in the UK. Maybe Wales.

"I just thought of something- a memory." I told him, giving him a small smile and pushing the carts full of books down the aisle. "I'm sorry do I know you?" There was something about him asking me the previous question almost as if he had already known me.

He raised the red hat from his hand and put it on his head. "Well, I don't. But strangers can become best friends and best friends can become strangers."

Okay now this guy just reminded me of one of Sam's brothers, Lucas. Lucas had this thing for quoting others and sometimes it can get annoying but we all live with it.

"True...very true." I said, wondering why he was following me as I put the new books on the shelves. "Do you need something like help to find a certain book?"

The guy shook his head. "Not really. I come here a lot since the term started but I have never seen you before."

"The statement is mutual." I told him, standing on my tippy toes to reach up and put a book in the case.

"You're tall."

That statement brought a smile to my face. "Thanks?"

The guy laughed, it was short but jolly. "I mean you're probably one of the tallest girls I have ever seen. Not that there a lot of girls that are short or anything. I came from a town and majority of the girls I knew were short."

I gaped at him for a few seconds trying to figure him out before the smile on my face widened because of how funny he had sounded. "Okay?"

He laughed again too, leaning against the bookshelf. "I'm guessing you're not from here. You sound American."

"Canadian actually."

"Oh yeah? I reckon you're probably from a big city like Toronto or Vancouver or Calgary or something like that."

"Um, no actually I'm from this kind of small town called-" I stopped talking because I noticed the guy's attention wasn't on me anymore but instead over my shoulder. His expression was shocked.

I turned around and saw Sam walking down the aisle with a smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. He had been looking around, his bright green eyes vivid and calculating over the spine of each book. He was probably going to find a book for Lucas so he could give it to him.

When he had seen me, he smiled immediately and I returned it, happy to see him after two days. I hated when I was apart from him. Things were always better with him by my side. Maybe that's what falling in love with someone did to you.

But when he looked over my shoulder at the guy who was staring right back at him, his smile dropped from his face. His facial structure hardened, his eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenching. This wasn't jealousy.

Hell I knew when Sam was jealous and it barely happened but I knew the look on his face whenever it did happened. The sudden anger in his face was not of jealousy. As his walked and slowed down to a stop near us, I read his eyes. They practically broadcasted the words recognition, familiarity and history. Sam looked as if he couldn't believe that he would see this guy again. A faint history from what I could gather because the guy gaped behind me too.

"It is you. I saw your face on that magazine with the rest. How's the family doing?" He said, focusing on Sam's face. I noticed the sudden steel in his voice.

Sam sighed heavily, shoving a hand through his hair with a weird frustration. "I'll forget names purposely but I won't forget faces. I haven't seen you-"

"Since year ten." The guy said, his voice turning monotone.

"How...how do you two know each other?" I asked in confusion.

"He was one of Bethany's really good friends." Sam answered, his voice getting thicker at the mention of his sister.

"I was one of her best friends actually." The guy muttered, locking his fingers to keep them from trembling. It wasn't working because obviously I could see his fingers shake violently. He took a deep breath and composed himself. "How are you Sam?"

"I've had better times. How are you Zach?" Oh so that's what his name is.

"I've had better days." Zach mocked.

"How's your brother, John?"

"You mean after you fought him that one day and sent him off to finishing school? He's great. He uh...he joined the army surprisingly." Zach muttered, getting riled up. Fought? Holy crap Sam's history is catching up with him.

We've never talked about this. During the summer, we both were happy we were travelling to study on his home soil but I didn't think how small our big world could actually be. It's been spoken before that we live in a small world no matter how big we think it is. I have always felt that Sam would be afraid. He wouldn't ever admit it but I knew he could possibly be afraid of seeing people that had connections to his sister and that it would trigger something in him. Again.

I knew it could happen. I just did not want to know the effect of it happening.

Sam looked up to the ceiling for a brief seconds before looking at me. "Hazel, isn't your shift done?"

I took my phone out. It was almost ten o'clock and the store would be closing soon anyway. "It's about to be anyway just give me a sec." I told him, walking away but he came close behind me along with Zach.

When I had clocked out and gotten my Nike windbreaker, Sam and I exited the store followed by Zach. I had been walking down the steps when Zach spoke up. "Are you two friends or something? Because last time I checked Sam rarely makes friends." Tell that to his friends scattered around the world and then we'll talk, I mentally said.

Sam grabbed my hand and laced my fingers with his, holding it up for Zach to see. "She? Mine."

"Thank you caveman. What a better way for telling him we're together." I rolled my eyes as Sam smirked briefly before it faded away at the sight of Zach's shocked appearance.

"A girlfriend?" Zach mumbled. "That's a probably a first."

Sam licked his lips, the wind going through the air and making me shiver. "It is."

A beep went through the air and Zach rummaged through his jacket pocket to bring out a phone. He looked at screen and sighed. "Geez, this girl actually used to call me on my cell phone but no she texts more than we used to talk. It's not like it drains her of her energy considering she's hold up in her room all day."

"Girlfriend?" I asked him.

"No roommate. I'm sharing a flat with her. I have to go. I never got your name." He told me.

"It's-"

"None of your business."

I swatted Sam on the shoulder before offering Zach a small smile. "Macy. It's Macy."

He nodded slowly. "Macy. Nice name. Maybe I'll see you sometime. Good luck with Sam."

I didn't say another word as he adjusted his hat and walked past off, into the busy streets.

I looked up at my boyfriend instead. "What was that?"

"What was what?" He asked, not looking at me as he walked over to the black car. The entire ride to his penthouse was silent. I don't know if there was tension but I could obviously tell he did not want to talk about until he was ready. His eyes hardened, his hands gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white.

It wasn't until I had dropped my bag on the kitchen table and Sam had grabbed a drink out of the fridge, shrugging his leather jacket off hastily. He took a deep breath before taking a sip of the drink and sighing heavily.

I sat down on a stool as I watched him move. It was dark out and I figured Peter wasn't home due to the silence in the place. Sam had dimmed the lights in the room by turning that circle thing near the wall and I felt as if it made the atmosphere heavier and he knew it.

I took off my jacket, placing it on the table as he moved back to close the fridge and took the stool on the other side of the island. He exhaled roughly, shoving a hand through his hair. "Hazel stop."

"Stop what?" I asked confused.

"You're giving me that face. I haven't seen it in a long time but I hate it when you give me that face."

"What face?" I asked him.

"The face that makes me tell you everything earlier than I planned to."

"You were going to tell me about Zach and how you beat up his brother and got him sent to military school?"

"Not really," Sam admitted, crossing his arms and leaning forward on the table. "I was going to tell you the certain things I did back in Bath but I didn't think that Zach would be a specific detail I wanted to get into. I've told you many things anyway but that's history. It's gone. I'll never see those days again, alright?"

"Sam-"

He let out a harsh breath. "Hazel I had issues okay? I mean my sister- my best friend had just died and I couldn't handle it. I couldn't. You know that I couldn't. I got into fights. A lot of them. John who was Zach's brother had been the first. He wasn't even that good of a person. He got into a lot of gang situations and I had never really spoken to him before that day. He was already addressed that he was going to be going to finishing school to clean up his behavior. It was not a shocker when he got shipped off. I just kind of led him to it when I ended up with beating the crap out of him when he had taunted me, saying stuff about Bethany. I just couldn't handle it and I kind of beat the shit out of him that day. Mum's self defense classes came in handy but the rest was a rush of adrenaline. I couldn't deal back then and Zach-Zach kind of blamed me for his brother. Everyone has to blame someone am I right?"

"He was your first fight?"

Sam nodded slowly, biting his lip as he poured the drink from the can into a wine glass. He put the can aside and raised the glass, inspecting it and swirling the drink by moving the cup in a circular motion. "Yeah. That day was the beginning of a lot of others."

He drained the contents of the drink in the glass and got up, putting the cup in the empty sink. I watched him blink heavily as he stared off into the distance. I got up from my chair and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head in the crook of his neck since our heights were so close.

The second I touched him he flinched and I raised my hand so it lay on his chest where I could hear his heart beat gain speed. I exhaled in quiet satisfaction when he wrapped his arms around me, accepting the hug. He needed this, I thought as he kissed my temple.

I leaned back to examine him. He looked exhausted and angry yet love shone in his eyes as he looked at me. "You should sleep. You look like you've had a long day." I told him even though it was only after ten on a Friday.

My fingers involuntarily traced over his lips as they parted in a sigh. "It's just practice this afternoon. And I have a test on Monday. I was studying before I picked you up. But I'm good, don't worry."

"Then rest, okay?"

"Stay with me?" He whispered, taking my hands and giving me a smoldering look that made my heart quicken.

"I-I was going to anyway." I managed to say, knowing he wouldn't let me walk back to my dorms in the dark.

Sam nodded, pulling me out of the room. We walked down the dark hallway towards his room. He entered his bed in only his boxers and I changed into his shirt and shorts from his drawers, finding my way through the dark.

I found the bed and heard Sam already shuffle under it. I laid down as Sam put the duvet over us. I faced him and he shuffled his body closer to mine. His arm draped over my waist and his lips pressed against mine for a warm electrifying moment. "Night Hazel."

"Night." I said back and I didn't know how tired he was but when his green eyes were hidden behind his eyelids his breathing evened and he fell asleep in seconds.