Stanley stared in awe. Edward was very good in playing football. The way the boy dribbled, passed and scored was like a pro in action. Last night, Edward had reluctantly allowed him to spend the night with him in his apartment. Since Stanley had said he didn't want to intrude on Zariel's privacy with his friend, the blond boy had agreed believing he was doing it for Michael.
This morning, Edward had woken early, jumped into a pair of jersey and headed to the field with Stanley, who insisted on following him. After explaining to the coach and teammates that his friend was terribly 'ill' and would not make it, they started training. Edward played with the feeling of self consciousness. He was aware of Stanley's gaze drilling into him, so he played with his last strength, putting all his ski
