Chapter 60 : Flashback 11 : The firefly

Chrisanna

"57", I say, cupping my face with my elbows pressed against my knees as I watch Samuel kicking the ball into the goalpost for the 57th time.

He is huffing when he continues to strike in the empty court. His dark, tousled hair stuck to his forehead, damped by the sweat that trickled down to his temple. His muscles flex and ripple beneath the strain with every move he makes.

Although I could watch him for hours because of how hot he looks right now, I don't think he can keep doing this for hours.

"72", I snap. "You realize you're striking in an empty court for like an hour now and it could know more before I arrived"

He shrugs, jerking his head, and continues to do the same thing.

"You should go home", he says, huffing.

When Samuel huffs, he's clearly exhausted because I never witnessed him huffing during any match or practice before.

"You think I came here to leave without you?" I scoff, looking around.

It's completely dark. I found Samuel's window closed when I went th