Disclaimer: I do not own Tokio Hotel or A Rose to the Fallen!
"Yeah," everyone yelled around me. I smirked at the opposing team; I could see them sulking to their bus. However, my eyes settled to one person in the crowd. His identical blond hair gleamed from the sun's glint.
"Dad," I murmured. He was able to show! The football game had just ended with my team winning four to two. I was still gleaming with pride. My tired legs ran on their own accord toward him.
"Sorry I missed the first half, darling. I got stuck behind a bloody lorry that went twenty miles under the limit," he murmured into my blonde hair. I couldn't help but chuckle. I knew he was lying; he was with some bint.
"Bollocks, Dad, you don't need to lie," I replied. I looked into his eyes. He smiled sadly at me; his left dimpled cheek looking sad.
"I could never get anything past you, love," he said. Under his breath he murmured, "Just like your mum."
"Katie, great job!" I turned and saw my coach smiling at me. Correction, at Dad.
"Well, I learned from the best," I replied.
"That you did," she murmured.
The cunt actually dared to flirt blatantly in front of me! My blue eyes glared at the brunette coach.
"Darling, we have a party tonight. The producers are throwing it," Dad said. I smirked. My perfect opportunity to get shit-faced and have no aggravation from Father. Nodding, we made our way to the car. I still remember seeing photos of a green and black bike, but Father must have traded it in. I threw my bag into the back seat and settled into the leather passenger seat. As the journey began, I thought out the best outfit for tonight.