New Romantics || j. rodriguez

Chapter 8: Barcelona Practice

Scarlet's Point of View:

As always, I went to training early, but this time only one hour early. I didn't expect to see anyone, but there he was, running across the track, faster than the wind. "Oh my god." my heart was racing. It felt like the walls were closing in on me and it was getting harder to breathe. He was supposed to be on vacation with his girlfriend! I was too busy watching him run to notice the wall I front of me.

"Who's there?" he asked.

I hid behind the wall my head pounding with the impact. I could hear his footsteps coming closer. 'My life is over' I thought. "Huh, must be the wind." Is he really that stupid? It nearly eighty degrees outside! His stupidity somehow mad the pain go away. How will I train now? I decided to suck it up and face him.

I took my first step towards the field, and silently prayed that he wouldn't recognize me. I did the usual warm ups that every player does, just trying to do more tricks to show him that I had gotten better without his stupid training sessions he did with me. "You're really good, but you do know you can go to jail for trespassing?"

Is he actually blind, or can be not actually see that I have a badge on? "Uh-huh." I replied with a short one worded answer.

"So a Barça fan at Camp Nou, but they aren't excited to see a Barcelona player in real life? You're even a girl, don't you like want to touch my hair and butt or something?" He questioned.

I scoffed, "Please me? Never a Barça fan in a million years. You're on the team."

"Who do you think you are? Think you can just walk in here like you own the place and trash talk me, an actual player on the best team in Europe!" by now he was walking toward me.

"Since when did you play for Real Madrid? And I'm Scarlet Ramos, who are you?" I sassed him.

His face paled, "Scarlet, oh my gosh. Please forgive me. I did every-"

"No, stop. You're the reason I left Spain, the country I love with all my heart. You're the reason I couldn't play football or even look at one for nearly two years, because it reminded me of you. You're the reason I have trust issues. Why I don't trust boys any easier than I did before." I took a breath. "Even though I broke up with you, because you're a lying, cheating, scumbag I somehow still manage to have small feelings for you. So if you think you can make me feel any bit sorry for you, I'd like to see you try." I challenged.

"Please, don't be mad at me." He pleaded.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't be furious with you."

"Because I still love you too." He looked me in my brown, with his own green ones.

"First, I never said I still loved you. Plus that's the biggest lie I've heard in my life, and I've heard some good ones. Like you saying you'll love me forever, wouldn't cheat, wouldn't dare even look at another woman, but then you went and cheated on me with my best friend!"

"Scarlet! Just listen to me! I couldn't go to practice for nearly a month, because I was too busy drowning myself in my sorrows! When I came back too, everyone treated me like I was an outcast. Nobody talked to me for nearly a whole season, because you mean more to them than me! Do you know how scary that was? Having nearly 40 men from rival teams hate you, maybe even possibly enough to want to kill you, because you made the one reason they could all connect leave? I drove you away from Spain, and I just found out about it a month ago!" the veins in his neck were standing out by now.

"Wait, a month ago? I just came back to Spain three days ago?" Now I was confused, did he somehow find me?

"Sergi told me. He said you were a really famous singer, which by the way, why did you hide that talent from everyone? I listened to nearly every song, and you're amazing. Do you write about me a lot?" My head was spinning, how could Sergi do that to me?

"Hey guys! What are you doing here?" I looked to my right and saw nearly half the team standing there. Then Sergi walked out of the changing room.

"Guys, tell Luis that his offer would be amazing, but I'm going to decline. I cannot play on this team, it would just cause mayhem. I'm really sorry." I started to walk out.

"Wait Scarlet! You were going to play with us?"

"Yes Marc, I was going to play with your team." I walked out of the doors of Camp Nou and sat in my car. Should I really give up this opportunity?

Authors Note;
Hello, OH MY GOSH GUYS IM GETTING ANOTHER JERSEY!! So Marc Bartra was the guy who broke poor little Scarlet's heart. I'm still deciding if Scarlet should give this opportunity up or not. You'll just have to read to find out!

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