distant | jadon sancho

rekindled regret

"morning"

ama rubbed her eyes, her head was pounding and her was blurred as she struggled to see who was talking. eventually her vision cleared and saw a topless jadon next to her lying on the bed watching tv. she jumped up but when she did she realised she was only wearing a bra and underwear. she put her head in her hands and felt one slowly rub her back.

"you should take some paracetamol"

she got up and rummaged through her suitcase for the medicine. she asked jadon a question:

"what happened last night"

"what didn't happen last night" jadon responded with a smug smile.

ama swallowed the pill and sat on the end of the bed with her head in her hands again, while jadon queried her.

"you don't regret it do you?"

"i honestly don't know"

he didn't want ama to regret it, that was the most intimate they had ever been and he thought that was the start of rekindled relationship. there was silence for a while, but then he decided to excuse himself and go back to his room. maybe she was right - she was out of it last night and would probably regret everything, but that was not the type of person she was.

she got his shirt off the nightstand and was about to reach the door when he heard a voice.

"wait, please...don't go"

he turned to see a weak, tired ama. he didn't want to leave her. ama moved backwards on the bed and rested her back on the backboard as jadon sat next to her. he put his right hand on her left thigh.

"how are you doing - but more than just good or great, like, what's going on?"

"well mum's okay, tolani represents great britain's gymnastic team at an u17's level even though she's only 14 and..."

"what about your brother?"

"fayo's getting done - looking at 15 years minimum for possession and distribution"

"im sorry"

"you don't have to apologise, it was always coming"

...

ama's brother fayo had been caught with weed last year and was currently in prison awaiting his court date which was due for 6 months time. she hasn't spoken to him since he first went in, and didn't really want to as she had always warned him to stop hanging around the people he did. but he never did and look where he is now. even though he is responsible for his own actions he loved to play the poor black boy character that grew up in a dangerous area and was a product of his environment. he drilled the idea of the government's role in the lives of people like him, saying they allow drugs and weapon into poor areas - and let the deprived fight over them and end up killing each other, "solving poverty". but ama just told him he was full of shit. instead of being another statistic, he could have done so much more with his life and made better choices. take ama for example; they lived in the same area, same block, same house came from the same family but she lived in a multi-million pound home and he's fighting for his freedom. and ama knew he wouldn't snitch on anyone and she couldn't blame him on that part, because if he snitched he was a dead man.

...

jadon rubbed her thigh and down and played with her braids, he went to give her a peck on the cheek when there was a knock on the door.

"AMA?! IS JADON IN THERE?!"

the pair ruffled to put their clothes on while reiss continued to knock on the door.

ama opened the door, reiss peered his eyes and looked back and forth between them.

"what we're you guys doing"

"talking" "lipsing" they said at the same time. ama turned around to jadon who was sitting on the bed and had his elbows on his legs using his phone. he saw her face and took what he said back.

"just jk, jeez"

reiss had had his suspicions since the festival when he was looking for them but didn't bother to bring anything up to either of them.

"safe sn, you weren't answering your phone, just wanted to see where you were"

he turned to leave but made sure to pop his head in the doorway to look and them both for one last time, while ama closed the door slowly. when ama closed and locked the door her phone buzzed and she took it out of her back pocket. she saw the message and scoffed. jadon came up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"who's that?"

"some boy called callum, you probably know him. he plays for chelsea."

callum hudson-odio, or C-H-O to his friends. jadon knew him you used to play for england at a junior level together, but as mentioned before they were beefing - no one knows why. callum was also lowkey obsessed with ama.

"yeah i know him, why's he got heart next to his name?"

"lost a bet with him, i don't even know why it's still there" - and she removed it.

jadon smiled and spun her around. "soooo,
you don't have a boyfriend?" he fiddled with the waistband of her jogging bottoms.

"guess" she replied with a grin and he kissed her.

it was a peck at first but jadon deepened it, his hands explored her body, as if he hadn't done so before and traveled down to her bum, he started to tug at the vest she was wearing - but that was when ama broke the kiss.

"wait, i need to wake lauren up, i promised her i would and if we start anything we won't be finishing it anytime soon"

jadon frowned and ama lifted his chin up and looked him in the eyes

"later"

his face lit up, he grabbed his things and was walking promptly to the door but when he got to the the doorway her turned around and made sure to say one last thing:

"later" he said and winked followed by a mischievous laugh. this boy.

ama went across the hallway and knocked on lauren door, she could hear the girl morning and she giggled to herself and she put her head in the door.

"lauren, it's like quarter to 11 you told me to knock on your door and wake you up"

lauren had always been a deep sleeper,she as always getting fines and sanctions for being later to training because she always slept through her alarm. no make how loud, close or annoying the alarm was her body would never clock it - so ama would call her in the mornings. if there was one thing that woke her up, it was the iphone ring tone. it was like her sixth sense she immediately responded to it. but lauren was getting better, she was trading her body to get up at a certain time every day so she didn't have to rely on ama calling her every day. but she was on holiday so she wanted to give hers a break and she asked ama to wake her up in the mornings.

after about 5 minutes of arguing through a door about getting up, with lauren not really stringing together full sentences or words. she finally opened the door looking knackered as if she hadn't gotten like 10 hours of sleep.

the four of them were going on a yacht trip.