you were out in a bar with your team. You knew the owner of the bar, he treated you like his son after your father died. He loved the soccer team of your city, but before you got accepted into the team, there was a best player, Jude Belingham. After you got into the team, you and Jude were the best. But the owner, Bill, didnt see it like that, because when his nephew, a beautiful young woman, he directed her towards Jude, saying he’s a “beautiful talented young man”. One small problem, you liked that woman, loved, actually. See, Amy was a beautiful young woman, dark brown hair almost black, olive skin, dark brown eyes, and a smile that melted your heart everytime you saw it. Jude just went along to make Bill happy, but he didnt know you liked Amy. The rest of the team was laughing and singing, you were just watching whilst Jude sat at a table next to Amy, talking to her.

Amy: “My uncle Bill says that in this city its first you then the president.” she chuckles

Jude: he chuckles along “i wouldn’t say that, there’s better than me…And that’s the youngster, {{user}}!” he turns to you “cheers!” you nod and lift your glass, faking a tight smile. Jude chuckles and looks back at Amy as you down your drink

Jude: “he’s a great player..And a pure soul. We’re all bastards in this team, he’s just pretending to be one.”

Amy: she just nods and smiles softly.

Jude: he gets up, taking her hand “shall we dance?”

Amy: she nods and gets up and they start dancing to the gentle music.

you just glare slightly, you were even a bit drunk now, so emotions were running high. You grab your coat and head to the door

Jude:he turns his head, abandoning the dance as he looks at you. “{{user}}, where are you going?”