Chapter 1
"Charley!"
"Over here Charley!"
"Where's Fernando, Charley?"Tossing her hair over her shoulder nonchalantly, she struck a stellar pose for the paparazzi. If there was one thing she was good at, it was acting up. Shed spent most of her teenage years living in the shadows of El Niño - Spains national treasure, so shed had to learn how to be seen. And boy was it working a treat...
"Charley," Jack Wilshere nodded at her with a look of smug satisfaction on his face as he passed her. The blonde to his side cast her a look of utter resentment before pulling her date inside the building.
One BBM - 'Inside the club... Don't embarrass me'
She laughed, "Oh brother, like I'm going to make it that easy for you."
*
"This was all very last minute," Camila Cordova fiddled a piece of dark hair around her finger as she helped herself to a glass of crystal, "Not that I'm complaining. You know I love this place."
Fernando Torres smirked, "Call it a sixth sense..."
She gave his hand a squeeze but he quickly withdrew, wounding her,
"I'm sorry," He ran a hand through his hair, "But you know the rules."
She nodded, slumped in defeat, "Let's get a booth."
"I have one specially reserved..."
"Out of the way of everyone, I suppose,"
He nodded, "Just how we like it."
*
"If you're going to complain then we may as well not be here," Jack Wilshere sniped,
"Why would I complain? I love being your bit of the side." His girlfriend tutted,
Jack sighedm reaching out and stroking her cheek, "Babe you know you're so much more than that..."
"And if SHE turns up?" Alyssa snapped,
"If she turns up then she turns up... So be it. Were ancient history now."
"You're a liar."
"I am not..."
"You're a liar. It's never going to be history between you two cos that would require getting over eachother..."
"Then why are you here?" Jack snapped in agitation, "I'm running out of reasons to show you that I love you. We have history, don't we? No matter what happens..."
"You keep on coming back, I know," She replied, "I'm just not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing."
"Babe..."
Alyssa shook her head and then clicked her fingers at a waiter and glowered at him before walking away.
Jack sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fernando Torres talking to a member of staff, a small brunette next to him. She smiled coyly and he flashed her his best dimpled smile.
One BBM -
Hurry up big man. A party aint a party without Wilshere. *
Adam Johnson made himself comfortable in his booth, nursing his pint of beer with a contented look on his face.
If anything wasn't going to let him down, it would be beer. He could get shit on by every girl possible but in the face of crisis and making him feel better, alcohol never failed. He had been called sad, pathetic, wimpish, you name it after Lucy had left him... and so he should have. He'd hardly dealt with the split in the most conventional of ways. But that's what he got for sleeping with a glamour model, he guessed.
Bloody girls, always asking for the world..."Hi."
He looked up, his eyes widened at the sight of the bronzed girl infront of him, a small smile on her face. And then he looked around.
"I'm talking to you..." she spoke, undeterred, "I'm Charley."
"I know who you are..."
She smiled at him slyly.
"You're with Wilshere..." He pointed out.
He recognised her alright. Fernando Torres' kid sister and Jack Wilshere's WAG's - or one of them anyway. The kid had so many girls fighting over him he'd lost count.
"Not anymore," she replied, "I'm dateless now."
Adam raised an eyebrow,
She pouted, taking it as her cue to sit down next to him, "Oh come on... Do you seriously think I don't know about your reputation? You give it the sweetness and light when you're doing the interviews but I know what you're really like."
"What
AM I really like?" He asked,
"You're a whore," she ran a hand down his Armani clad chest playing with his tie, "You use girls like they're disposable razors. You crave the spotlight so much you even went with some Big Brother winning Glamour model who'd already had two of your teammates... And Jordan,
real-"
Adam grabbed her hand stopping her, "What do you want kid?"
"I'm 22 years old," She spoke, undeterred,
"What is it? Did I nail one of your friends or something? Did I break her heart?" He asked cockily,
He couldn't be dealing with this right now, not when he had other issues to sort out.
She laughed, mockly.
"What?!" He scoffed,
She hopped up onto a stool: "I like you. I think you're hot."
"You- you do?" He gulped,
Yeah... In a suit. I mean wow." She licked her lips,
Adam raised an eyebrow mischievously.
"I bet you look a million times better without it." Her fingers played with the poppers of his shirt, unbuttoning the top few. His hands ran down her back and he pulled her onto his lap.
"What's your game?" He mumbled as he pulled away briefly, "What are you up to?"
"At the moment-"
His eyes widened as her hand grasped his crotch massaging it gently.
"Fuck," he choked,
"I'm showing you what a kid can do..."
"Here?"
"You never done it in a club before?"
"Your brother is standing a few metres away from us..."
"If you'd rather think about him."
"Charley!"
"Do you want me, Adam?""Y-Yeah."
"Then stop being a little bitch, and take me."
He raised an eyebrow, and before he could question his sanity he had grabbed her hand and was leading her out of the club.
*
Camila stirred her cocktail and sighed.
"What is she doing?" Fernando scowled, "She's acting like a whore."
"At least she's getting some tonight," She replied,
Fernando glowered at the younger girl, "That's my sister you're talking about."
She popped the cherry from her cocktail in her mouth, "You know she slept with at least three guys at summer camp right? She's not innocent."
He scowled and watched as his sister disappeared into the night.
"Nando..." She snapped, "Cool it on the bitchface."
"I'm not doing the bitchface."
Camila shook her head, "If you're going to carry on I'm going to go and fuck Theo Walcott... I see the way he looks at me..."
"Like hell you are," He grasped her hand, "You... are mine tonight."
She smirked, "Then what are we hanging about here for? It's boring and I bought new underwear. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste."
*
Alyssa ran a hand through her hair and ordered another drink.
"Planning on drinking til you've got no feelings anymore?"
She spun around as a ridiculously tall blonde approached her. He flashed her a cheeky smile and she returned to her drink.
"Sounds like an awesome idea. Join me? Uh who are you?" She asked,
"I'm Joe," He replied,
"Hmm another J. England is full of J's..." Her words slurred, courtesy of that last vodka,
He raised an eyebrow and she laughed.
"I know you now." She held a finger up, "You saved that goal."
"Generally what I tend to do," He grinned,
"So you must be good with your hands..."
He smirked.
"I am..." She grimaced, "-drunk."
"Americans are such lightweights. How do you know Wilshere?"
"Long dreadfully boring story," She wafted her hand in the air, "I wanna know about you... and how good you are with your hands and- woah, you're painfully tall."
"Maybe you're painfully small?"
"Maybe," She replied, "But you're still painfully tall."
"Okay painfully small girl," He laughed, "You have definitely had enough."
She pouted, "I was just getting started. Sambuca anyone?"
