twenty.

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the following day after the little agreement with jadon on sunday, she walked behind aaron as they entered the bus.

the voice through her headphones snapped her out of trance when she was staring at jadon too long, wondering if he was okay.

"mars? stai bene lí?" the hoarse voice of jorginho filled her ears and she sighed, placing the headphones back to cover her ear and looked out the window. "yes?"
you alright there?

"you alright kaia?" kai then heard imrani's voices and she furrowed her eyebrows. "how much of you are there?" she chuckled dryly at her italian teammates.

imrani held up 2 fingers, "just me and jorg now but later we'll see moise and chi," she said, indicating to kean and chisea, her other teammates. chelsea had to play juventus in their champions leauge table, that's why so much of them where there at the moment.

watching as the bus pulled out of old trafford, kai propped her legs on the other seat where no one sat so she could stretch her long legs. "where are you guys right now?" imrani asked.

she quickly peered out the window, "uh, we just left old trafford. we're supposed to get there in like," she started counting her fingers to see how much hours there will be until they arrived in spain. "around 6-7 hours maybe? probably more." she shrugged with a tiny smile.

"still bad at math i see," jorginho joked which earned a laugh from him and imrani.

kai looked at them with pursed lips, "anyways," she rolled her eyes which made them chuckle more. "what time's your match?"

"in like, half an hour." the boy said, taking a sip of his water.  "hey, i've been meaning to ask, what's going with you and jadon? you haven't updated us in a while." imrani stated right away and kai sighed.

she ducked her head behind to see jadon sitting next to jesse who had said something that made jadon to crack a smile and a stiffle laugh. kai faced front once again, "we're taking a break for a bit,  just for him to focus on himself more."

"merda, that won't effect your playing won't it?" shit.

kai shook her head, "nah, i know how to focus jorg. you think really low of me," she chuckled. he held up his hands, shaking his head as a hasty laugh left his lips. "can you hang up now? i'm fed up of seeing your face." she spoke directly to him. holding a dramatic hand on his heart with a disbelief expression, he gasped and imrani smiled.

the chelsea player tapped his phone screen, "guess i'll see you when?"

"we play each other saturday, bro. you'll see me on saturday." kai reminded him about the united versus chelsea matchday.

"oh yea."

"you don't even know your own games, shame." zurolo laughed along with kai and he held a disgusted look on his face.

"look havertz, we start in 20 minutes and you still haven't picked a side." he said, referring for her to pick a team for their match.

kai shrugged, a smirk forming on her lips. "eh, i'm a juve baby so of course, them. i also can't do paulo like that," she was still entirely close with her old team.

they both scoffed on the other side of the phone. "good joke. now but for real, we need to leave." imrani bid her friend goodbye with a kiss "ti amo," imrani spoke to her and she returned both favours as they hung up.

sighing, she rang a hand over her eyes and looked at jadon once again and he was already looking at her. she smiled softly, turning back around with blush on her cheeks. kai closed her eyes and left her mind to wonder to the boy who she was on a break with.

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