CHAPTER 9

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NORA'S POV

"Goal!! Fuck!! Yes!!" I cheer.

Noah and Kai bump their fist in celebration.

They won.

Noah, Kai, Oliver and Harry, they walk towards the stand where I am right now.

The other guys leave the stadium.

Noah and Kai were in the same team and Oliver and Harry in another team.

"Congratulations, your glaring made you win."

He rolls his eyes.

"Let's go to the bar."

I hesitate.

Bar is the last place I wanna go.

Whatever... I won't drink.

"Ask him." I point towards Kai.

"Whatever. Let's go. But I am not gonna drink."

That makes two of us.

"You are so boring."

Kai glares at Harry.

We reach the bar and it's packed.

It's full of people.

But we get a small special place. It seems Harry comes to the bar often and is friends with the owner. The owner has reserved a space just for him.

I go to the washroom and all the seats are taken. The downside of this place is that all the space is used by these well-built soccer players.

An arm wraps around my waist and pulls me towards him.

I gasp and my eyes widen.

I am literally on Kai's lap.

"What are you doing?" I whisper to him.

His arm is secured around my waist and I can't believe that I get teeny-weeny butterflies.

I need to snap out of it.

"Would you rather sit on the floor?" He whispers. I mean I can feel his breath. I shiver.

"I would rather than being stuck with you."

"Unfortunately, Querida, you are stuck with me."

My eyes widen at his using 'darling' for me in Spanish.

I am literally staring at him.

"Stop staring at me or I will drop you down on the floor."

"You are such an asshole."

"What's the point in repeating something which I know?"

I roll my eyes.

"What are you guys having?"

"Ceaser Salad for me."

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