68 Days And Counting

Chapter One: Redheads Are The Wildest In Bed.

I shivered involuntarily once again. "I feel like Jack Frost. I feel like I've been pushed into a meat freezer. I feel like someone buried me in snow and left me there for a full day."

Sam took my hands and rubbed them with his own, shaking his head at my complaints. "Stop exaggerating."

Even though we were in England for a month, one could easily tell that his accent was fully coming back then the faint one I had heard when I had met him. When we had landed in Manchester and had come to HDF for the first time, I could literally hear the girls say how they loved his American yet British accent. I didn't say anything but kept thinking that he wasn't even American.

"I'm not exaggerating," I said when he blew his breath over my hands, thawing them.

"Really?Because you are a walking hyperbole. I've barely seen you in the past week, I mean besides occasionally picking you up every morning." He mentioned, looking at me as if taking in my image. I looked like a mess, more so than usual. I haven't been sleeping properly because of all the work I've been doing and I recently got a part-time job at a bookstore which added to the work and the multiple practices.

"I know," I huffed, taking the hat off of my head and putting it on the table. "I'm sorry. We were supposed to out on Saturday but then I had that essay I still had to finish writing and-"

"Hazel, Hazel, it's okay. Trust me. I'm happy that I at least get to see you now. That's all that matters." He took off his hat from his head and placed it on the table, his curly hair sticking out everywhere before he ran his fingers through it.

"How are your practices?" I asked him as he gave me my hands back and I rubbed them back together.

"They're good. I mean for some reason the senior guys on the teams keep calling some of us fresh meat then..." He trailed off.

"Then what?" I could imagine what Sam did.

"Then I may have challenged one of them to show a few skills and..." Just what I thought.

"Let me guess? You showed them."

He waved a hand. "Of course I did. But that's not what I was going to tell you."

"What?"

"Manchester United versus Newcastle this weekend." He took the tickets out of his pocket and waved them in front of my face with a grin.

"You're kidding." I gaped, following the tickets with my eyes as he waved them around, laughing.

"No, I'm not. I know you made the team like two weeks ago but I kind of wanted to do something for you and I got these. Good seats too."

"Sam..." My voice trailed off as he put them on the table. "You didn't have to."

He shrugged. "I wanted to. Mum wanted to send you something congratulatory so I told her that I wanted you to see a game here. Plus Chelsea didn't have an exhibition game this weekend and Man U did so we're going."

"We're going?" I asked him again.

"We're going." He said again and I almost blasted off to the stars in my seat when my phone started ringing.

I took it out of my pocket and saw a certain name flash on the screen. Before I answered Sam I answered the call, putting my iPhone up to my ear. "Hello?"

"How you doing, princess?"The familiar voice asked me. I haven't heard from him in a week. It was only a week but if he would he could call every hour of every day.

"I'm doing okay Charming," I answered Caleb. Sam rolled his eyes yet smiled as he got up to get something for us.

"How is your damsel in distress?"