When we’re all finished, Sebastian pays for our meal, and we get in a taxi back to our apartment complex.
It’s luxurious and beautiful, and I know the amount I’m paying for the apartment is way too little, but Sebastian wouldn’t budge on telling me how much it actually was.
“Just let me take care of it,” he said, just like he’s said with everything else regarding this project.
The apartment, the flights, my luggage, everything. I know he’s rich; football players in his league are paid extreme amounts.
Still, it leaves a sour taste in my mouth that he’s paying for everything, and I’m determined to come up with something to repay him.
He may not want money, but I’d like to give him something he’d appreciate in return for helping me out.
When my other athlete pulled out of the project at the last minute, I had a full-on panic for the twenty four hours leading up to the dinner, until Sebastian saved the day.
I talked to my school, but they couldn’t help me as this was so last-minute.
They even told me I could be delayed in my studies if I didn’t figure this out.
Like hell I will be delayed.
I’m going to finish my studies together with the rest of my class.
Over the last two-and-a-half years, I’ve found my small group of people who’ve been through the trenches with me.
Exam periods when we realise we started reading way too late.
Lectures that felt never-ending.
Classes with too many quiet students who never raise their hands.
We’re studying to become people who talk to others about the ups and downs of sports. The least you’ll have to do is speak to others.
Oh well.
Not my problem.
I quickly found my group consisting of my closest friend, Mira. She’s the same age as me, and is off to do her project in American football.
Then we have Kait, who will test her seasickness and follow a professional sailor in Australia.
Lastly, we have Wendy, who is off to sunny Brazil to work on her project about a beach volleyball player.
We are nothing but widespread, at least.
We’ve decided that each Sunday will be our catch-up—at least, we’ll try.
With me in Europe, Kait in Australia, and Wendy in Brazil, the time difference will be a challenge, but we’ll do our best.
When we get in the elevator, I ask which floor Sebastian is on. He gives me a smirk, raising one eyebrow slightly.
I catch on and roll my eyes at him for good measure.
“Sorry, mister rich as fuck, of course you have the penthouse,” I say, seeing the elevator numbers closing in on the seventh floor, which is the one I’m staying at.
“Didn’t know you were capable of swearing,” he says, his hands resting in his pockets.
The doors open and I look back at Sebastian.
“You have no idea just how filthy I can be.”
