“Choose a team Kat, Team Calum or Team Luke,” Ashton said as I sat down on the floor beside Luke and in front of Calum leaning against his legs and Michael went and sat on the two-seater by the window.
“Team Calum,” I replied turning my head to grin at Calum.
“So Michael’s with Luke then,” Ashton stated.
“Well aren’t you a genius,” I teased.
“What football team?” Calum asked.
“Liverpool FC!” I shouted. It’s been my favourite team for over six years and no player can match Luis Suarez.
“We’ll you’re going to lose because Liverpool’s got nothing on Manchester United,” Michael said sticking his tongue out at me.
The game started and I had successfully managed to get the ball. I was halfway down the field when Michael and Luke’s players ambushed me.
“Bitch please! I was totally winning!” I argued as Michael’s player took the ball from mine.
“Bitch please, you’re Liverpool. They never win, as for Manchester United though, they always win,” Luke smirked.
That’s when Calum and I hit him. Calum slapped the back of Luke’s head while I punched his arm. Ashton and Michael just sat back and laughed as Calum and I sent Luke death glares as he whined about bruises and brain damage.
We started the game again and Calum and I had made it to the goal which was guarded by Luke and Michael. I had an opening and I took it aiming the ball as I was shooting my phone decided to ring and during that space of time Michael had managed to take the ball off of my player and run halfway down the field before Calum paused the game so I could answer my phone.
“Hello?” I answered not bothering to check the caller ID because I was shooting death glares at Michael.
“Katelin its Dani,” the familiar British girl replied.
“Hey Dani sorry, I didn’t see who was calling.”
“What are you doing?”
“Playing an intense game of Fifa with the kid across the street and his friends,” I replied.
“Aw, how old is he?” she asked.
“19,” I laughed.
“Oh wow, well I hope I’m not interrupting I don’t have work today so I’m bored.”
“Well you are interrupting a bit. Calum and I were winning and then you decided to call and Michael took the ball from me.”
“You weren’t winning,” Luke scoffed before I jabbed him in the ribs.
“Which one do you live across the street from? Calum, Ashton, Michael or Luke,” she joked not knowing that I had just moved in across the street from Luke Hemmings.
“Luke,” I replied holding in my laughter as his head snapped up at the mention of his name.
“Funny, what’s he look like?”
“He looks like Luke Hemmings, I’m serious.”
“I don’t believe you,” she replied sassily.
“Skype me and I’ll prove it,” I stated.
I heard her sigh. “Well I’ve got nothing else to do so fine. Give me ten.”
“See you soon slut,” I said.
“Ditto bitch,” she replied hanging up.
I put my phone back in my pocket and look up to see 3 pairs of eyes on me with curious glances.
I'm in a good mood so I thought I'd update again.
P.S. I won the one shot comp and I'm freaking out.