Hi, sorry for the slow update, but it's coming along, it's coming along :-) Sorry if chapters aren't very long.

Here is chapter 4, thank you for reading the story! Let me know what you all think, comments, votes and whatever :-)) If you have a hard time to understand some things Shane says, well, it's all Irish English slang.

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SHANE POV

Going home the following day had been a bloody hellish experience. From one side they were glad I kicked away my sorry ass from their house, from the other they had however to take it out to someone and I was there after school.

My aunt, fish finger and smash potatoes’ Queen, ranted at me so much, that after a while I decided to turn deaf. The hell with them. I waited patient for her to finish her bloody rant and then took my bag and ran to the soccer field, where my lads were waiting for me.

We played all afternoon and made me feel so much better. God bless the soccer game!

Some of the teammates were real tools and took every occasion for calling me names and stuff, but they knew I wasn’t an easy going sham on that, so after a couple of dirty trick on the field, they shut their bloody mouth. Them aside, my other friends were cool, didn’t care much about it, as long as I didn’t fall for them.

In me hole.

I told them with my heart to not fear for it, they weren’t exactly my type, if you know what I mean. Plus, they were all younger than me.

After the game I jumped into a bus, not caring much if I stank or was covered in mud and green. They didn’t give a bollocks, anyway. Grand.

I walked up to Grafton Street and wandered in St. Stephen Park, hoping to see again that guy, not sure what I would do or say, but I had to see him again. It was stupid, know that, just because he was there once, didn’t mean he spent all of his time there, but that was all I knew. Oh, the gym, but wasn’t going to waste money in a gym, had them really tight. I wandered around a bit, looking everywhere, but nothing.

Alright, time to go back to my hell hole.

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I went on with the same routine for the entire week, not having much luck and I was about to give up, it’s not me style to waste that much time and effort just for someone. Even if that someone was that bloody hot and sexy.

I was kicking the ball in the meanwhile and then scratched my neck, hissing and cursing under my breath. My rat-arsed uncle had hit me pretty much hard last night and no ice made it better. Bloody hell. I kicked the ball with all my anger and resentment, not caring I was in a park with people and kids walking about. Had to let it out in some fucking way.

“Hey, you brat, that’s a nasty habit you have.” Someone yelled at me, with a very pissed off voice and an impossible to forget American accent.

He was there, standing with my soccer ball in his hands, a gym bag on his back, blue hoodie and sort of basketball shorts. His legs ... his legs were strong and muscular and quite long, oh, that was some fucking hot view. And then I checked his eyes, still a bit dull, but flashing like last time, with their amazing light hazel shade.

“Sorry lad, didn’t mean to kick to you.” I jogged to him, only a couple of feet away.

He handed me back the ball and frowned at me.

“With that it’s two, lucky me I caught it first, brat.” He was visibly annoyed and kept calling me “brat”, something that bloody sucked me bollocks.

“Amn’t brat, it’s Shane, got it lad?” I snarled at him, snatching the ball away.

He glared at me and seized me with his eyes, smirking amused.

“I have a hard time to understand when you talk, know that, brat?” Was he doing that on porpoise? For fuck’s sake.

“It’s Shane, you tool.”

“Ha, how old are you? Seventeen? Uhm?”

“I am nineteen, got a problem with that?”

He shrugged and then waved it off.

“Well, Shane, don’t kick your fucking ball around like an idiot, k? You could hit a kid and your kicks are quite strong.” He turned and went to walk away. I ran after him.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He stopped immediately and turned to look at me, his eyes were now lifeless and I didn’t like it one bit.

Why he had to have such empty gaze?

“I don’t see why I should tell you.” He was taller than me and so had to look up.

“I told you mine.” I smirked my best pissing-off  and arrogant grin, which had always the fantastic effect to provoke lads. His eyes shined again, very briefly, but they did it. So, provoking was the way. Gotta remember that.

“Whatever, didn’t ask you for that and not going to be bothered. Don’t need anything.” He spun back again, so caught his bag and pulled it.

“Running away, sham? From a brat?” I teased him, challenging with my eyes and posture. And again, his eyes flashed that particular light and also his face lit up and I saw a faint challenging sneer on his gorgeous and perfect face.

“What do you want? If it’s annoying me, you are getting very close.”

“Just your name.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” I retorted him, not wanting to let it go.

“Listen, leave me alone and in peace, don’t like bothering and annoying people, don’t need them. In fact, I don’t need anything, so just leave me alone. Got it, dude?”

I provoked him with my look and snorted.

“We all need something, know that, sham? We can’t live all the time how the fuck we want or in bloody peace.” He thought about that and then glared at my neck, with a puzzled expression.

“Do you play rugby?” Uhm, what the hell was that question?

“No, why?”

He stretched his hand and pointed me neck, where I had a visible and purplish bruise, hurting quite much, might add. He brushed it with his finger and I shivered, for the subtle pain it caused and for the electric waves his touch sent all over me. My face sort of cringed automatically and he eyed me questioning.

“What’s that, then?”

“I play soccer, yesterday we had a dirty game.” It wasn’t much of a lie. He nodded and then turned back to his way. He waved me bye.

“It’s Emmett, you brat.”

EMMETT POV

Had no idea why I told him my name, but it just came out of my mouth. He had a bad bruise and I could see how they played here, I saw that in school, they didn’t spare dirty and low blows and had a hard time to keep them fair and clean.

When he stared at me with that jaded blue eyes, his arrogant and cocky expression as to challenge me, I felt something stirring in me, like my old competitive self and couldn’t stand to leave a confront and walk away like nothing. His eyes were something really strange and unique, they were so limpid that seemed liquid, like sea water, but they had a light on their back, like a dark and ambiguous glint. That attracted some part of me to him and that was plain stupid. First, he was a kid of nineteen years old, he was still a student, given I saw his uniform, he was a clear troublemaker and cocky brat and he was a guy. I mean, a guy, male gender and no matter if his eyes were alluring and inviting, just like his smug and teasing lips, he was a guy, same gender as mine. So, end of the discussion.

But I told him my name, because of reasons I didn’t know, absolutely illogical and screwed. What he said about everyone needing something and not being able to leave in peace and in the way we want, hit me. Not much the words, but the way he said it, the strong and snarling voice he used, almost accusing me of something. That got under my skin.

His eyes and his gaze burnt into my head and couldn’t get them out of my mind.

What a bad joke.

Brilliant, I got a stupid and arrogant brat going under my skin. Was I an idiot?

Maybe I spent too much time alone and needed a girl, but the mere idea sent me to a pathetic disgust for myself. I didn’t need a girl, someone that would leave me at the first chance or bother me with useless things and questions. No, I didn’t need anyone and anything. The brat, Shane, was wrong. People were just a pain in the neck, they let you down at the first shit and had already enough to think about and fight. I was too empty and dry to let someone close to me.

I couldn’t be bothered by someone with such intense and cocky eyes.

No. I couldn’t.

And I wouldn’t.