Stub Hub Center, Los Angeles, California.
Match of the World Cup.
“Pass the darn ball!” Coach yelled for the third time, but Dominik carried on with the play he had in mind. “Darn it, Weigand” Ewald barked.
The team captain disobeyed his coach's commands and followed his gut. He warned Ewald, but he would not listen.
Herman Delch, centerfield, kept doing signs to pass him the ball like they had done in practice, but Dominik decided to pass it to Edmund Brauer, center forward, who, after getting the ball, did not know what to do since Dominik was supposed to serve Delch, in the event that Carlton and Gates, both US players, cut him off.
Ewald brought his hands to his face and cursed under his breath, once again, seeing how Brauer returned the ball to Weigand.
The score was 2-2 on the second additional minute, out of three on the first half. Germany had a clear shot to score, with all their three forwards in the hot spot.
“Dominik” Delch called once again.
Dom looked at him and noticed Victor Olsen, one of the best US players was too close to his mate and decided not to risk an interception, otherwise, it could become a counterstrike.
He fixed his eyes on the goal, without thinking it twice, he shot. Every German sympathizer held their breath for a fraction of a second, the ball hit the left pole, right onto the feet of the US left back, who turned around immediately, kicking the ball to the other side of the field, rejecting the German attack.
A whistle announced the end of the first half.
“Well done, Dominik” Delch said sarcastically as he walked by.
“Well done?” Dom frowned.
Delch rolled his eyes. He always forgot Weigand was immune to sarcasm.
“Never mind, Dominik” Delch muttered and walked away.
Dom knew he had made a mistake, but he thought it was no big deal. He would make up for it on the second half.
They left the field one on one, headed for the locker rooms. Tense looks were everywhere. Right then and there, Weigand was the biggest imbecile in the world, according to his team mates.
As soon as they hit the locker room, Ewald Metzler lectured away.
“What in the world was that?” Coach reprimanded Dominik giving him a dirty look.
“Sorry” Dom shrugged. “I figured…”
“I am who plans the plays, I get paid for that. You get paid for playing, abiding by my strategies.”
“Olsen was too close to Delch, he would definitely intersect and…”
“I am who decides which move is good and which isn't” Ewald interrupted.
“Shit, Ewald!” Dominik bounced to his feet. “Defense were retreating, had Olsen got that ball, he would have scored.”
“Dismissing my work?” Metzler rose an eyebrow.
“No. I'm just saying we had room for adjustments. You're making it all an attack and we're neglecting our defense” Weigand observed.
“We are a team, Dominik” someone said behind him.
“You need to stop being a star and join us in on the plays” somebody else commented. As he turned around, he saw Edmund Brauer.
“What the hell are you saying? That's what I did! Why did you pass the ball back to me? You were supposed to score” Dominik could not keep his voice down.
“That was not what Ewald instructed. You were supposed to assist Delch, not me” his team mate rebutted.
“Stop it!” coach reprimanded. “We need to focus on how we can regain control of this game. We have clearly underestimated the US team and it's obviously taking a toll on us.”
“They went out for blood” Rodríguez commented.
Dominik headed towards his assigned locker and held his phone in his hands, just to look at Samanta's number. He was tempted to text her, but … What would he say? He felt so dumb in that situation. Standing there, staring at his phone screen not even knowing what to say to a woman who attracted him the way she did.
Attracted?
The huge smile invading his lips acknowledged it.
Just like he took it, he put it back inside the outside pocket of his bag.
Friedrich, who had been chatting to some renowned brand representatives, entered the locker room just as Dominik was opening his locker. Treadaway saw his friend grabbing his phone and looked at it with the broadest smile on his face.
“Alright, take whatever you need, let's go” Ewald announced. “We have only five minutes left.”
Dominik took a pair of clean socks from his bag to change into, he did not like playing one whole game in the same pair of socks, it was one of his special rituals.
Friedrich managed to hide behind some booths on the other side of the dressing room before his friend noticed him. Wasting no time, Dominik headed out and towards the field.
As soon as his friend was out, Friedrich headed for the locker trying to make no noise. He opened the locker carefully, slid his hand into the pocket he saw Dominik left his phone. Once he had it, he tapped on the screen, unlocked it with his fingertip and the first thing he saw was a series of numbers, along with the name Samanta.
«Who the fuck is that?», he thought and felt some serious, wild, primal jealousy. He would not allow anyone nor anything get in his way with Dominik, so he made a choice for the sake of his own interests. He deleted the number from Dominik's phone.
***
Four days had passed since Dominik and Samanta met, although she gave him her number, he had not called. She was very anxious, watching every World Cup game, even though Carlos told her Dominik was not playing until 7 days later. Samanta watched the whole range on ESPN and FOX SPORT, all she managed to get was a couple pre-recorded interviews with him.
That one afternoon, Samanta was more sensitive than usual and she kept saying to herself:
«Fool girl!
You should have gotten his number, too », the little voice in his head screamed.She definitely would have called him.
She then remembered that's what desperate women did and, she was not desperate.
Or was she?
A vibration coming from her apron pulled her from her thoughts. Her phone. When she looked at the screen, she did not recognize the number. She rushed to the back of the store to answer.
“Samanta?” it was Dominik's voice.
Her heart was racing.
4 days before.Dominik managed to sneak away from his team mates, he had had enough flattery for a day. They won by a difference of 2 goals, adding up to the first 3 points on the tournamentAlthough they were used to winning, every victory was worth a celebration, the only difference being he kept the champagne for the finals.He headed for his locker and put his hand in his bag, looking for his phone. He felt an impulse to write to Samanta, to let her know they had won the game. He did not know why, but he felt like he needed to let her know.He took his phone and slid his finger to unlock it.He frowned when he noticed.Samanta's number was gone.“What the..?” he muttered.This was very strange. He was looking at that number not an hour ago on his phone screen and now it was gone. It did not disappear by magic…“Hurry up, Dominik. It's time for the press conference” one of his team mates reminded him.Dom shut his eyes tight, and let out a sigh in frustration. Al he wanted was to g
“Samanta?” The man's voice resonated in Sam's mind and she turned to stone in that very spot. “Hello. Samanta, can you hear me?” Insisted Dominik.“Yes” she shook her head hard, “I'm here” she whispered.“I could not call you before because...” Dominik hurried to let her know everything that had occurred since her number was mysteriously vanished from his mobile.Samanta, however, did not hear a single word he said. Her mind was focused on something entirely different: He called.«Oh my God! It's him», The little voice in her head kept repeating ad her hear started racing.»I was wondering if you would like…” Dom hesitated. He was about to say something he was not sure of. He didn't know it was the most thoughtful thing to say, but he still took his chance, “to go out with me somewhere?” “What?” Sam asked to make sure what she heard was true.“Yes. Talk, take a stroll…“I would like that very much” she responded not thinking about it even once—. I'll be off at 4:00 pm” she muttered.
«What am I doing?», Dominik asked himself for the fifth time in a row. He knew this was completely insane, but he was, none the less, delighted to be doing it. He went way past the limit of what he thought he could do for a woman. Point being, he had never done anything like this.After Rodríguez managed to recover Samanta's number, Dom started sketching a plan. That afternoon he finally had some time to himself, rest and take his mind off his sports and advertising engagements, therefore he snuck Friedrich's ID while they were in his room, overlooking some documents Adidas sent him, in order to renew the contract they had going on. He used said ID to rent a vehicle after sneaking out of the hotel, he knew if he used his own, it would be a matter of minutes before the press would find and chase him.Outside the airport, there was an impatient and very nervous Dominik, who, by whatever strange reason, did not understand how come this girl made him feel so good, so free … so him. It was
Dominik smiled from the obvious embarrassment the woman sitting next to him was feeling.“Don’t worry. You don't need to be sorry. Life was merciful to him, the people who suffer from the disease that killed him, usually agonize for decades …” he cleared his throat. My father never liked going to the doctor, so I think that's what kept him around for so long. “He had the disease, but he never had the symptoms. It only took him knowing he had it for it to consume him…”Samanta could sense the profound sadness Dominik's words contained. Although she had not experienced the loss of a parent, she was very empathetic and it always heartened her to see others in pain. She noticed her eyes were watering.The car stopped.“Your father must have been a great man” she said in a shaky voice, and then cleared her throat.“He was not only my father, he was my friend, my accomplice … my angel. He supported me from the start, with this whole football thing. Soccer, I mean. My mother, because of the
Dominik shut his eyes close and forced himself to calm down, he was about to blow.“I cannot believe this. Friedrich” he said the name begrudgingly.“Who's Friedrich?”“My manager and publicist” he responded, looking at one of the men watching him. “He goes out of his way to keep watching over every step I take.”“Why would he want your picture, I mean, ours?” Sam seemed confused.“Pictures? What?”“Yes, that one over there just shot his flash” Sam looked at the man by the hot dog stand.“Jeez!” Dominik seemed very upset.“What's the matter?”“Let's go.”“Sure, we'll go, but. What's going on?”“They are not Friedrich's men, they're paparazzi. someone recognized me and let them know” he said, grabbing Sam by the arm as they walked towards the car. “Forgive me, Samanta. Coming here might not have been the best idea.”“Are you kidding me? I loved it!”“Seriously, forgive me, I never wanted this for you…”“But… What are you talking about?” Sam was starting to get agitated by Dominik's att
«Slip it under the door and leave», he repeated to himself mentally, for the third time. He took a deep breath and took two steps forward. «Leave, Carlos », his conscience snapped.He knew he was acting a fool. He used the silliest excuse to go over to Samanta's. Bring her her paycheck? Samanta picked it up every Saturday morning! It was absolutely unnecessary for him to be there. His only goal was to make sure Sam had already come home. If that was the case, it would only mean their date had been boring and that was that. However, on the contrary, Sam did not make it back home because she had had so much fun she lost track of time.He looked at the clock and realized it was almost 8pm, he took another breath in, put his hand in a fist, raised his fist, about to knock on that door, announcing his presence.«Why do you torture yourself like this? Go home!». Once again, that little voice in his head.He shut his eyes tight and let out a long sigh in resignation. He got down and slipped
Samanta frowned when she saw Carlos and her sister from afar. Teresa seemed very upset while her friend seemed quite embarrassed. «What's going on? Why are these two out?», she asked herself. The car stopped right where she told Dominik, precisely at her house. She was anxious and got off the car, wasting no time. Dom got off the car a couple seconds after he shut the car down. “What's the matter?” Samanta asked as she approached the other two. Teresa looked at her annoyed, then she glued her eyes to the guy standing behind Samanta. »Oh! I'm so rude, this is Do…” Sam tried talking, but, her sister cut her off. “I know who he is.” Dominik was very uncomfortable by the woman's rude tone, he intervened inevitably. “I am sorry, I guess I came at a bad time” he looked at Samanta. “It will be best to meet again some other time.” “No. It will be best to have a word with you right now” said Teresa, with notable hostility. She turned to her sister. “Go to your room.” Samanta frowned
Dominik headed for the JW Marriott Hotel. Traffic was heavy and that did not help his terrible mood. It was almost eight at night, as he approached his destination, he went through everything that had perspired that day. First, the inconvenient with the paparazzi at the beach, then Samanta's sister lecturing him to wrap things up in style. Right then, his own sister came to mind. Regardless of being a child from another marriage, years before his father met his mother, Karol was around during most of his childhood and a big part of his teenage years. She was always there for him, standing up for him when people would comment on him because of his condition. Then he understood how normal it was for Teresa to react the way she did. Still, Dominik could not help feeling annoyed and frustrated by the way things happened.Those paparazzi sneaking on them really pissed him off.The memory of that beautiful woman irrupted into his thoughts, making him remember what went on in that car, as sh