New Romantics || j. rodriguez

Chapter 9: Making the Choice

Scarlet's Point of View:

I sat in my car for a couple minutes then decided that I shouldn't be giving up such an amazing opportunity. I faced my fears, and for about the fifth time today, entered the Camp Nou doors once again.

"I told you guys she would come back! Scarlet Ramos is not a quitter!" Lionel cheered.

"Okay team pick your partners, and pick them good, because that's who you are stuck with all of training." Enrique instructed.

"Dibs on Messi!" Neymar ran toward Lionel yelling.

"I get ter Stegan!" I ran toward the goal. The rest of the team picked their partners.

Practice was normal drills, but at the end we got to play a scrimmage. On my team it was Bravo in the net, Dani Alves, Jordi Alba, Marc Bartra, and Pique playing defense, Rafinha, Xavi, and Mascherano playing midfield, and Munir, Lionel, and I playing forwards. After just ten minutes I had already lost count of how many times I was tackled. We ended up losing, 5-3, but it didn't feel like we lost. Apparently the other team had 'yellow card worthy' tackles, so they had to run an extra lap.

"Why are you so comfortable with the new players, but you can't even talk to me for three minutes, and you have known me for nearly ten years?"

"Marc, I just." I groaned, "I just thought you were different, but hey, not the first time I was wrong." I walked off to go chat with Pique.

Marc grabbed my hand, "Can't you give me another chance? I swear I'll make it worth it. Scarlet I will even get on my knees and beg for it, and you know I will."

"Marc seriously!" I sighed, "Just give me some time. I don't want people to think you influenced my decision on picking teams." I looked down at his hand still interlocked with mine, "Can I go now?"

He blushed instantly, and let go of my hand. I took the chance, and got away from him. "Alright team, go shower, and no parties today. Messi I'm talking to you." Luis commanded. Everyone, but me groaned. What's so fun about parties? All you do is get drunk and don't even remember it the next day I thought to myself while walking to the women's locker room.

I did my business faster than usual since I had a four hour drive ahead of me. Once I was about to leave Sergi Roberto stopped me, "Hey you're coming to the team hangout at Ivan's (Rakitic) house right?"

"Of course not, first, I'm not even on this team. Second, Coach said no parties. Third, I don't want to spend my time with a backstabber like you." I walked out of the stadium not even listening to what Sergi was saying.

I started my car and started down the long drive ahead of me. With Ed Sheeran playing softly throughout the car, I arrived at my apartment in Madrid. In the car ride I had made my choice of which team I'd play for. Once I was in my house I grabbed my computer, and set it on top of my lap. I opened Gmail, and started to type.

To: Carlo Ancelotti From: Scarlet Ramos

Hey Carlo, I made my decision on which team to play for. I hope you and Real Madrid are ready for me. My future will be bright here at Real, and I can see my team and I winning trophies, and adding to our already large collection in the Bernabeu. I'll see you at training tomorrow.

Authors Note; So she's playing for Real Madrid! No my decision wasn't because they are my favorite club. Okay, maybe just a little bit. HOLY MOTHER OF PIRLO! I HAVE OVER 250 READS HOLY. THANK YOU ALL, SO SO SO SO SO MUCH. this chapter is dedicated to the lovely footballholic25 because they almost always leave lovely comments about the chapters. Thank you again! I'll be posting this on the day Zayn left One Direction, and here's a little story: I was at school, and my friend, another directioner, told me about it. I ran to my classroom, and told my teacher that a member of my family had died, because Zayn, and everyone that is a fan of One Direction, is basically my family. She let me go down to the office, and that's when I broke down. I started crying my eyes out and got sent home. I just got done crying like 20 minutes ago. Then I realized that I was crying for nearly three to four hours. My older sisters boyfriend was texting me, and making funny conversation with me, because Zayn was my favorite, and it really helped. Okay some of you may think it was dumb to cry, but trust me I will probably skip school for a month when Ronaldo retires. Bye!

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