Why her? |Jude Bellingham x Reader|

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~9.30 Am. Monday~

A lovely monday morning followed by a P.E. lesson, just what everyone needs to start the week well. For me everyday of the week was mostly P.E, some maths and some english, since i followed Sports for college, thats really it. I had my bestfriend along side with me, Camila, who also followed for sports, and unfortunately my ex, Mr. Trent Alexander Arnold, who had the excellent idea of fucking up our relationship for making out with some batty girl at a party. Honestly, it disgusts me to this day but he still tries to explain to me what happened, and today wasn't any different.

-Y/n, c'mon can we speak now? Tell me you're in a better mood today...– He walked near me, the moment i heard his voice I knew he was up to no good.

Fortunately for Trent, Camila was speaking to the coach, or else he would have gotten punched right in the head.

-Trent, I've told you multiple times I don't want to hear it.- I even had to stop doing my stretches because I wasnt comfortable with him being around.

-Awh, c'mon. You know I miss you just as much as you miss me...- He started bear hugging me from behind, I struggled but he was way stronger.

-LET ME GO!- I tried to turn someone's attention to me, but only one person really heard. Jude Bellingham, Mr. Golden Boy who plays for Borussia Dortmund. He hated my guts because I was so annoying when it came to playing football, and also for the fact that I rejected him before and the whole college knew about it, so I guessed he would just ignore me but thats when he started to run towards us and just pushed Trent off me.

-Oi, fuck off, Trent. Stop being a dickhead.- He stood inbetween us and kept pushing him away.

-Well Well, if it isn't Bellingham. How about you go talk to your little hoes instead of getting into other's business?

-I'll make it my business then. Now stop being a twat to her and piss off.- Trent huffed and left. I knew they both played for England, but i wasn't expecting Jude to actually be against him.

-Hey, thanks..- Before I could finish he cut me off.

-Shut up.- I kept quiet and sighed. He's always been like this towards me but I wasn't expecting him to be like that now. At least he could have asked if I was alright...

-Y/N! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW! THERE'S GONNA BE A PARTY OVER AT MASON'S TONIGHT! HE INVITED USSS PLEASEEEE WE HAVE TO GO!- Shouted Camila, I knew she loved parties but not this much. Also, Mason Mount, another Golden Boy who plays for Chelsea.

-Hold on! Don't forget we already got tickets for tomorrow's Friendly England v France game and we have a maths exam on Thursday! I won't have time to study!- I shook my head and crossed my arms in disappointment. -Im not going, but you go ahead.-

-No! You're coming with me tonight, then I promise i will study with you on Wednesday and some time before or after the game. But pleaseee come with!- I stopped to think and let out a soft sigh in defeat.

-Fine, I'll come with.- She jumped up hugging me and thanking me. I laughed and we continued stretching for the rest of the lesson.

~17.46 pm~

Cami<3

Y/n! Just so you know I'll pick you at 8! Be ready alright?! And pleaseeee dress up!

yh yh, ik. see u in a bit.

seen

Okay, clearly I didn't have much time to get ready, lets say. I looked around my wardrobe to find a black dress. It was kinda short and had spaghetti straps, but hell it was beautiful. After taking a quick shower and drying my hair properly I put on the dress. It hugged my body perfectly, I didnt even know why I had never worn out this dress before. I guess not being into parties and not being very girlie made me grow up like that. No dresses and no skirts, it's kind of my number one rule. After that I sat infront of my mirror and brushed my hair a little, I usually put it up in a ponytail because of P.E. and stuff, but at home or when I go out its always down.