His One and Only Love

3. INTERACTION

George's POV:

"Hey George! How are you? Great to see you again after all these years." Rachel exclaimed.

I. on the other hand, was still in shock. It was her and she even knew my name. And in that moment I completely forgot about the fact that the entire world knows me as the famous footballer, and maybe so does she for the same reason. But at that moment, I really couldn't think straight. 

I knew I needed to gather courage. I started to give myself a pep talk in my mind.

"Come on George! You are the best footballer in the world. You have a hell lot of confidence in you. You talk to hundreds of reporters after every match. You can talk to her. Don't forget that she is the woman you always wanted. Don't let this opportunity go to waste. Talk to her dammit!" 

"H-hey Rachel. W-what a p-pleasant surprise. Y-you... You remember me?" I finally tried to get some words out of my mouth after what felt like an eternity of silence. 

"Of course George. We were in the same high school. You were the captain of the football team. I remember you perfectly." She chuckled. Her chuckle was the sweetest one that I had ever heard in my life. 

Oh Rachel. You haven't changed a bit. You are still as gorgeous as you were then, I said in my mind. 

"H-how are you? Long time no see!" I desperately tried to build up a conversation. I didn't want this time to come to an end ever. She was everything I ever wanted. And she was right here, in front of me. I just wanted to hold her in my arms and cry and tell her I love her so f*****g much!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She smiled and answered, "I am good. How are you?" She still had that sincerity in her smile, which could melt anyone's heart.

"I am great as well." I told her. 

I wanted to know more about her; what she has been doing all these years, how is her family, is she in love with someone, will she marry me?!?!?!?!?!?!

I was really going crazy!

"Congrats on getting the award. I have seen you play. You indeed have improved so much more than before. You deserve to be the best. I know you have worked very hard for this. You must be so famous right? I am sure you have a lot of fans."

"Thanks Rachel!!" I was blushing so hard!!! I hope she did not notice that. Did she really just praise me!?!?!

"So, what have you been up to these days? What are you doing?" I asked her. 

"Nothing really. Just managing my dad's clothing shop. He is old and can't really manage it all alone. So I have been helping him." 

What!!! Her dad still owns that clothing store!!! I remember how I used to peek at her from behind the tree right in front of that shop. She used to go there in the evenings and help her dad and I used to follow her and look at my beautiful princess in awe. How amazing were those days when I could look at her without being noticed!!   

But then I came back to the reality. What is she doing here?

She was definitely not a football player. And she wasn't even associated to any. Or else I would have known. Then what brought her here?

"Hey. If you don't mind, can I ask you a question?" I needed to know why she was here.

"Yeah sure. Absolutely."

"How come you are at this party??" I finally asked.

Suddenly, her reaction changed. It seemed like she got tensed. 

"My uncle wanted me to accompany him. He also plays football for a big club."

Huh! That's strange! Not that I was doubting her honesty, but back when we were in high school, I had done a lot of research on her and her family, where they lived and what they did. But I never knew about any uncle of her's who used to play for a big club, or even football for that matter. 

"Who is it?" I asked. 

Her face became even more tensed than before. She started fiddling with her fingers and looking here and there. She coughed and was stammering. It was then that I felt like she didn't want me to know whom she was here with. 

She was about to speak, when something caused her to change her expression. Suddenly her reaction changed from tensed to scared. Her body stiffened and her eyes, which were already wide open, bulged out. It felt like she had seen a ghost. 

It looked as if she was about to cry out of fear, as I realized that she was taking heavy breaths. I worriedly asked her, "Hey, is everything alright?"

A voice came from behind her. It was a very irritating voice as compared to the angelic voice I was hoping to hear of Rachel. 

"Of course everything is alright. After all, she has me to take care of her." The man said.

I looked behind to see who it was. And as soon as I discovered who it was, shock and anger started building up inside of me. The reason for my reaction was this one asshole who was standing right behind her and had his arms around her waist. 

Adam Dawson!