Ladies and Gentlemen. Yes there are even gentlemen. The Bad Boy and The tomboy  has won an award in the WATTYs!!! Holy crap when I got the message and people kept saying it I was so happy you cannot even imagine. Although I still think and I literally tell people all the time that this story is not even that good especially the beginning which makes me recoil in disgust at how badly written it was-IT WON SOMETHING. It won a Cover-to-Cover, as one of the most addictive stories on wattpad! Why? I don't even know but thank you! All of you because now I present you with this chapter and you may proceed:

Chapter Three: "See? Fate Hates Me."

SAM PUT A hand to his jaw. He was caught off guard but even that punch didn't even faze him. I could see him stare at Robert with disbelief and surprisingly he laughed. It sounded threatening yet mocking. Uh-oh.

Sam let out a breath, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me?"

Robert's nostrils flared and he swung at Sam again but Sam caught his fist in his hand, closing his fingers around it before chucking it at Robert. Sam tsked, wagging a finger at Robert. "You may not want to do that."

Then he tried to kick him near Sam's abdomen but Sam reacted just in time, catching his foot in his hand. Robert clearly struggled. "What the fuck man?"

"I should be asking you that," Sam let go with force and Robert fell on his back, groaning. "Now leave."

But Robert couldn't. A crowd had formed and people were looking out of their rooms as a security guard had come out of nowhere and grabbed Robert. Once Robert was out of sight and dragged away, my eyes caught something in the middle of the ceiling of the hallway. There was a camera and a red light was blinking on and off.

I turned to Maddy. "You okay?"

She nodded, looking pissed off. "Yeah. He's just irritating."

She walked back inside our room, grabbing her laptop as I turned to Sam. "Are you okay?" I asked him, touching the place where Robert had 'badly' hooked him.

Sam scoffed, not even flinching when I had touched over the faintly red spot. He put my hat on my desk, assuring me he was good. "I'm okay. It was nothing. Maddy, how did he even get into your room?"

"Because I let him in and kept acting weird. Kept offering me something to take in this bag and  I told him to leave when I realized what he was doing. But I'm okay, guys. But thanks Sam."

She shot a grateful look to him and he nodded. "No problem."

Sam kissed me on the lips briefly but he pulled away slowly. "I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"

I nodded and gave him a small smile when he quickly kissed me again, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I turned and watched Maddy lay on her stomach on her bed, scrolling down her phone frantically. "What are you doing?"

"Blocking that guy off of everything and deleting his phone number. He can no longer look at my Instagram, my Twitter, my Snapchat, my FaceBook, my Tumblr-"

"Tumblr? He had your Tumblr?" I asked her, looking through my side of closet for shorts and a shirt.

"Don't judge me. We had been talking for a while until this sudden episode," She put her phone down. "Anyways, aren't you and Sam having your something month anniversary coming up?"

"Our sixth month? Yeah we don't really like go out for it. We kind of just know." I said, changing into shorts and my sports bra and a sweater. I put my hair in a high ponytail, placing my hat on the desk.  

"At least you still keep track."

"If Sam was here he would tell you the month, day, hour, minute and seconds since we got together."

"Damn I always knew your boyfriend was a freak. I mean he's hot but there's always going to be a weird thing about a hot guy."

"What do you mean?" I asked her as I grabbed my laptop, lying down the ground and looking up at her. I don't even question her voicing her opinion on Sam's appearance. It was kind of just known.

"I mean," she adjusted herself. "When a girl looks at a hot guy- a man they are extremely attracted too- they'll think at first that he's perfect specifically on the outside. Then, you get to know them deeply and realize he's not perfect. But if he's the right one for you then he's your type of perfection. Am I right or am I right?"

I looked up at her before going onto my Skype. "I think you're digging way too much into your mind at your psychology courses."

A video call request found itself on my screen and I grinned accepting it. A bright sunny day appeared on the screen and I watched as Andrew bite into a hoagie. His hair had grown out a bit and was currently gelled back and his skin looked tanner. I stared at him as he continues eating and hear the sound of people walking around patio of the store.

"Drew!" I yelled at him and he jumped in his seat. I was glad to know that his love of food would never change like mine.

"Sorry this is just really good." He mumbled, taking another bite.

"Guess what?"

"What?" He asked over his food.

"I got to meet the Manchester United team today. The under 21's team."

Andrew almost choked on his food as he stared at me with incredulity. "You're lying."

"I'm not." I showed him the pictures on my camera and his eyes widened.

"Holy shit."

"I know!"

"What was the occasion?" Andrew asked me, finishing his hoagie.

"Me making the team. Liz got them for me and Sam apparently, and then we got to go to the change room and meet the team."

"Damn. Future mother in law goals." He muttered, shaking his head.

"I know!" I repeated still not believing it.

"Have you heard from Jasmine?" Andrew asked me.

"You haven't talked to your girlfriend?" I asked puzzled. Their relationship was tough. Andrew moved to America and Jasmine was currently in Australia studying marine biology. They're trying to make it work. They really were but Jasmine was insanely busy and ever since we were all separated in the world I have barely heard from her.

"We sent a couple of text like last week but I haven't heard from her since Tuesday. Do you think something is wrong?"

"I spoke to Drake on Thursday, he said she's fine just busy. She joined extra stuff and got a job as a part time life guard."

"I know it's just not like her." He said.

"Andrew wait it out. Jasmine will respond soon." Maddy yelled from her bed.

"Hey, Maddy." Andrew said, looking past me. Maddy had shuffled down and laid down beside me. "How are you?"

"How am I after kind of being harassed by a guy who tried to get me high and possibly have sex with him? I'm great." She said with sarcasm.

"She's had a rough day," I told him but one thought was running through my mind. What was happening with Jasmine?

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"Let's go, go, go!" Coach Fields pressured us. "Let's go ladies. Practices should be harder than the real game. You'll get used to this in no time."

He's saying that since September.

It's October and by the looks of it, no one was used to his methods of torture.

I sprinted down the field along with the team and back to the other side.

Then he yelled 'Again!' and we repeated the action, sprinting to the other side before coming back in the time he expected us to do so.

Every single one of us was panting as Coach shook his head, sighing under his breath and staring at his stopwatch. "Shame. You didn't make it." He said that dryly practically taunting us with his eyes. 

That's when everyone in unison groaned loudly and I put my hands on my head like others to gain more oxygen through my body.

"I have an idea. You are going to go down the field and back in pairs. That way I can see who makes it and who doesn't each time.  I can guarantee that each and every single one of you will make it down and back in the amount of time I want you to make it in. Is that clear?"

A grumpy, "Yes sir' came out of my teammates' mouths while I muttered, 'Crystal' under my breath.

My eyes catch movement in the large bleachers on the right side of the field. I watch as Sam sat down, giving me a small smile and stretching his legs out as he looked at me.

"Mr. Fit is in the area." I heard Tanya say and I rolled my eyes as two people, Lily and Tatiana got ready to do the first run.

Oh my God...I mentally said to myself, wanting to hit something.

"I heard a National scout is going to one of his games here." Another girl said. Let's face it. The team has been made for what? About a month? Yet I didn't feel the need to know every single girl's name. Because when they met me they didn't exactly say their name to me instead they would ask me about Sam.

I sighed under my breath as Tanya spoke. "Imagine being the girlfriend of Sam Cahill forward of the National footy team of England. Or better yet the wife of Sam Cahill forward of the National footy team in England."

I snorted, shaking my head. "In your dreams." I muttered.

"What was that?" Tanya asked and I turned around to face her. She had dark brown hair that was held up in a high ponytail and big almond brown eyes. Her lips were heart shaped and really red and her cheekbones were high. So yes she was really pretty too but I didn't tolerate her.

"What was what?" I mocked her accent.

"I'm sorry your childish behavior is going to make your current boyfriend seem like he is dating a five year old."

I looked up to the sky in annoyance before moving my eyes back to her. "Well my boyfriend isn't a exactly a pedophile so take your lousy comeback somewhere else."

My eyes moved to the bleachers to look at Sam again. He wasn't allowed to be here during practice but as long as he didn't get caught he was fine.

"What are you ladies looking at?" Coach walked over to us and followed my direction. Sam had quickly disappeared from sight making some of the girls laugh and I shake my head with a smile.

"Sam." Someone snitched.

"CAHILL!" Coach yelled loudly. "I KNOW YOU"RE THERE!"

Sam slowly appeared, grinning to himself as he waved. "Hey Fields!" He walked down the bleachers and jumped over the barrier to touch the grass.

I rolled my eyes at this as he walked over to us, straightening his leather jacket. The clouds were dark in the sky signaling that it was probably going to rain some time but Sam lit up the area himself. "You know you're not supposed to be here."

"I know," He said with a smirk. "That's why I'm here." He said that last part looking at me and I raised an eyebrow.

Coach Fields didn't say anything else to Sam. I figured that because Sam had this way with adults, he would let him stay. "Okay Nesmith, Anderson you're up next."

See? Fate hates me.

I dragged myself to the start of the field while Tanya did the same a small distance away from me. If she beat me, she wouldn't let me live it down. If I beat her she'll just find a way to keep annoying me or call it a fluke. It make have seem like a lose-win but it was more of a lose-lose situation. I didn't actually care I just wanted to make it down and back before the time ended.

"Go!"

I pushed off the second he said it and forced my legs to make their way speedily down the field. I felt the grass came up a bit as my cleats dug into the dirt. Tanya was merely a hand's length away from me. When I reached the end of the field, I almost slid reaching my right out to touch the end before pushing off and turning around.

I delayed a bit, my heart beating fast and adrenaline pumping through my veins as Tanya gain the tiniest lead. No on my watch.

I forced my legs faster, swing my arms to gain momentum as I ended up passing her. When I reached the end, I slowed down standing in front of Sam almost knocking into him. 

Tanya followed through, scowling at me as she crossed it not even a moment behind me. "Anderson good one. You both made it. Kaur! Gold! You're up!"

"Good job Hazel." Sam said to me, impressed. "I'm beginning to think you were running to amaze me."

"Don't be arrogant."

"You didn't deny it." That smirk appeared on his face once again and I swear most of my teammates swooned. Oh God. Please no.

"So Sam," Tanya spoke up after catching her breath, standing beside him. "Why are you here?"

She had this look on her face. I don't know if she thinks that he was here because he wanted to see her. Let's face it this evil shrew was far off from that thought. Sam eyes flickered around in annoyance before giving her a dry look. "Just thought I'd swing by at this early morning practice."

"Are we h-meeting up for the project again? We didn't finish it yesterday because you had to leave." I clenched my fist as she glanced at me. Yes I caught your wordplay. I'm just happy she didn't say the whole word before I got expelled.

"I can finish it. I have time today anyway," Sam declared, basically saying that he didn't want to see her anymore as he turned to me. "Meet me outside when you're done Hazel."

I nodded, taking his hand for a brief moment to gain some contact before dropping it. He smiled before turning on the heel of his white converse and walking away.

When we were heading inside the change room I had just gotten out of the shower and was changing into my Adidas pants and a shirt with the brand sign on it when Tanya decided to start talking to one of her friends I recognized as Monica. "He calls her Hazel. Like the color. She probably isn't even that worthy enough for him to call her by her actual name."

"Shut up Tanya." This girl said. She looked to be South Asian with straight yet wavy at the end hair she was brushing with a comb and rolling her dark brown eyes.

"No one's talking to you Animal."

"Animal? Original." Her accent was similar to some of the ones around here.

Tanya pursed her lips before grabbing her duffle bag and walking out of the room. The South Asian girl sat down beside me, putting her brush in the Nike purple duffle bag. "Thanks. I'm Macy."

The girl smiled. "I know. I'm pretty sure everyone on campus knows who the girlfriend of Sam Cahill is plus you're an amazing soccer player. I'm Anmol."

"Anmol?" I asked her for confirmation on the name. It was pronounced Anne-mol.

"Yeah. Indian parents." Was what she said as if it was the answer to everything.

We both got up as I zipped up my heavy purple sweater. "You're from around here I'm guessing."

She nodded as we exited the room and walked down the hallway. "Yeah I've lived in Manchester my entire life. You're definitely not from around here. Canadian?"

"Yep."      

"So," She said as we turned towards the entrance where I would meet Sam. "How long have you two been together?"

"Like six months on the 11th." I said that with a hidden smile, fiddling with a loose thread on my sweater. I hadn't really thought about it. Six months with Sam Cahill? It was unbelievable for the both of us.

I was thinking about it now. Last year this time we were both in high school. He barely went to his classes as it was at the time and I never knew who the heck he was. The thought of kissing or even loving someone the way I loved Sam last year need unthinkable. Sam last year probably would have been drowning himself in different things he doesn't mention today.

Anmol was about to say something when the door opened to reveal Sam himself. "Hey Hazel."

"Um, Sam this is Anmol, Anmol this is the said boyfriend."

I could see Anmol's eyes widen a bit at the sight of Sam and I held in laughter at her reaction. "H-hi."

Sam nodded. "Hey."

"I'll see you at practice on Wednesday Macy." She said, once she composed herself.

I nodded as she walked off and Sam turned to me. "New friend?"

"She doesn't like Tanya so yes new friend if we share a equal passionate hatred over the same person."

"I don't think anyone dislikes Tanya as much as you do Hazel." He said as we started walking.

I sighed, running my hands through my stringy wet hair before tying it up so it wouldn't bother me. "Did you see how she practically threw herself at you? She basically asked 'do you want to hook up' instead of 'do you want to meet up'. Like, jheeze, why can't some people understand that certain people are with other people?"

"I don't know Hazel." Sam said, reaching for my hand as I started to rant.

"I don't think it's gotten through her skull. Is it so hard for her to understand that you-Samuel Henry Cahill-has a girlfriend? I feel like if it was anyone else like a supermodel instead of me she wouldn't say anything but admire you from afar but because I'm some person that came along with him across the pond-her words not even mine-I have to bear with her talk about you like..."

"Like what?"

"Like you're Jordans on sale."

Sam almost snorted, closing his eyes for a brief moment and stopping me in the middle of the sidewalk. "What a second? Did you just compare me to some brand you wear on your feet? To the J's on your feet?"

"I'm sorry excuse me if I don't exactly feel like making up the perfect analogies that are up to your standards Mr. Cahill." I said dryly walking past him with a deep frown.

I didn't feel Sam behind me for a couple of moments until someone-him-pulled me behind the brick wall of a bakery. My back was pushed gently against a wall and I relaxed, captured by Sam's vivid green eyes. "Hazel." He whispered, a lock of his curly hair falling into his eyes.

I wanted to push it away with my hands but before I had the urge to, both is his warm hands intertwined with my own, putting them against the wall beside my head. "Y-Yeah?" I asked him with a shaky voice.

Did he always had to have this effect on me?

The one that made my heart speed up?

The one that made my breathing irregular?

The one that made me feel like every time he touched me I was on fire in a good way?

"Firstly, I am not Mr. Cahill. That is my father. Secondly, a supermodel? Really? Do you think a supermodel would compare to you or to the amount of feelings I have for you? Thirdly, no one. I mean no one Hazel can be as amazing, loud, exaggerative and aggressive like you. Not a single person in the world can compare to it. I'm in love with you and only you. No one else. I know that there will be no one else."

I took it in.

Sometimes I hated when he said things like this. Sometimes I really did. Because it made me feel weird. As if my heart was swelling and the emotions I always had a hard time figuring out were completely overwhelming. God we're they overwhelming.

I leaned forward to press my lips against his and to momentarily mold them against his. He pressed his body against mine in the midst of our kiss, releasing a hand from his hold on mine to place on my neck, his thumb running over my jaw.

Just like that everything disappeared. The world around us, the chatter of people talking, the faint breeze of coldness that whipped through the air had disappeared in the heat and warmth of the moment. Every feeling felt heightened and oxygen struggled to make its way through my body as my fingers made their way through his curly hair.

Sam pulled away before they kiss went further, exhaling slowly. Even though it felt like forever I knew what happened only last a brief couple of seconds. "We should probably continue this in my room."

"We should if I didn't have a class in half an hour and I didn't eat breakfast." I frowned. 

Sam sighed. "Okay let's go get you some food but first smile. You're frowning. I don't like it. Smile." He urged me but I kept my expression the same.

"Sam that's stupid-"

"Forget about Tanya. Focus on me." He briefly kissed me on the lips again and I couldn't help it when the corners of my lips tugged into a smile.

"You're a dork." I told him, pushing his body away from me but grabbing his hand as we got on the sidewalk.

"Dork? Idiot? Bozo? Annoying? You call me so many names but you've never once called me sexy."

"I wonder why too." I told him with a tight smile.

He held a hand to his heart, pouting. "What a blow to my ego."

"A very big ego." I muttered.

"That's not the only-" I shoved him lightly and he laughed at his joke. 

This is why I don't call him sexy to his face.