Not a secret anymore •Marco Reus / Lionel Messi•

Chapter 6

Friday

I came to school with pony tail on my head, no makeup, nothing. I had rather big problems with getting up from my bed so no makeup time. I have my brown baggy sweater, a pair of simple jeans and pink chelsea boots on. That's all I could manage to do with myself. I came into the classroom at 9:55, just in time, so I will avoid all those looks from my 'nice' classmates. I sat down next to Lena and opened my textbook. "Hi." she said and I nodded. I supported my head with my fist so I will at least pay attention to the professor. When our first lesson ended, it was also the last one today, I hurried to be the first one to get away. I didn't even wait for Lena. The only thing I'm dreaming about is to get home asap, learn something though I doubt it's possible and sleep. I stepped out of the school absolutely emotionless while the others behind me kept laughing and telling jokes. Huh. You all haven't fallen for your friend, have you?

I opened the door from my car and put the handbag there. "Ana!" I heard somebody screaming. It's probably just in my head. I got in the car and when I was about to close the door Robin appeared there. "Ana." he breathed out and I just kept staring on him. "Can I help you? I wanna go home." I said and he shook his head. "Annie, please, pull yourself together." he said and I smiled sadly. "This is no tragic." he said and I looked down on my lap. "Ana, please. You look like mess. Please, just let me help." he said and I took all the power I still had inside of me. "Help? Help with what? Falling out of love? That's what I've been trying to do for 5 years! 5 fucking years! And nothing is happening!" I had exclaimed and took a deep breath after it. "Ana, don't push me away." he said and I looked at him through my teary eyes. "Go away or I'll hurt you." I said and pointed on the door which I wanted to close. "Ana." he said and I moved the door little. "Bye." I said when he had finally took a step back so I could close the door.

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I heard the knock on my door, but I decided to ignore it. Door-bell rang. This better be something serious. I opened the door and poor postman who got scared of my look. "Good afternoon. Can I help?" I asked and he seemed to pull himself together. "Y-yes. Ana Burton?" he asked and I nodded. "This is for you." he said and gave me an envelope. It's from...university? What? "Oh. Thanks." I said and was about to close the door when he held up a pen. "Sign it, please." he said and I nodded. Stupid Ana. I can't even remember what I'm to do when I get a letter now that I'm crying again. I signed the paper and he left. Let's have a look at what's inside of it. I opened the envelope and smiled sadly. Year or half a year of university abroad. Practice for students in their last year of school. When I'll be down, like truly down, I will think about it. But now, I'm too depressed.

Knock on the door. Again. I opened it and took a deep breath. "What do you want?" I asked looking between Robin and Marcel. "You look terrible." Marcel said and walked past me. I eyed Robin closely and he shook his head. "He doesn't know. It's your decision to make." he whispered and I nodded. "Thanks." I mumbled and he shrugged. We walked in the living room where Marcel was already pointing on a box full of tissues. "Have you been crying?" he asked and I sighed. "Why have you come today? I am not leaving." I said and he shrugged. He sat down on the sofa while looking at me. "Then we'll stay." he said and I shook my head. "I'm not leaving and you are not staying." I said and looked at Robin. "Please." I mumbled and Marcel stood up. "Is there anything you're not telling me?" he asked while looking between me and Robin. "I wanna be alone." I said and he rolled his eyes. "We've already told Marco to come so we're not leaving." Marcel said and I felt my heart skipped a beat. "No." I breathed out and Marcel furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" he asked and I looked at Robin. "No." I repeated and he looked at Marcel. "We...we should maybe leave." Robin said and he raised his eyebrows.

"Are you crazy dude? Look at her. She's mess and we don't know why!" Marcel exclaimed and I sighed. You don't know. "Go away." I said and Marcel shook me by my shoulders. "Ana! Wake up! Has anybody hurt you?" he asked and I smiled sadly. Yes, Marco has. "Can't you study anymore?" he asked and I shook my head. Believe me, school is the last problem I have. "A...are you brokenhearted or what?" he asked and I looked on the floor. "Oh, you are." Marcel said and I looked at Robin. "Please." I whispered with my shaky voice and he sighed. "We're leaving." he said and pushed Marcel away. "Bye Ana. Take care." Robin said and pushed Marcel out of my flat. Thanks God they're gone. So now, it's just me, myself and I. Again.

5 pm

I heard a knock on the door for the millionth time today. Jeez. I opened the door and my heart cracked. "Hi." Marco said and was about to walk in my flat, but I stood up in his way. He can't come in. I'd be even more broken that I already am. "If...if you're looking for Marcel and Robin, they...they've already left." I said and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Have they?" he asked and I nodded. I was about to close the door when Marco placed his foot in front of it. Oh, I forgot that he's a football player and has more power than any other person around.

"Are you okay Ana?" he asked and I nodded. "Then why do you look like this?" he asked. Like this? Meaning not like the reporter? Or your ex? Wait, he has even noticed that I look terrible. Wow, he did notice how I look. "I am fine. Good luck for tomorrow Marco." I said and he raised his eyebrows. "What? Wait, you aren't coming?" he asked and I chuckled sadly. "No, sorry." I said. I just don't feel like looking at him. "Tell me Ana, what is going on?" he asked and rubbed my cheek. I shrived and pulled away. "Good luck." I said and slammed the door in time when his foot wasn't there. Okay. You made it Ana. You did. Honestly, I am thinking about telling him. I will tell him though we won't be friends anymore. When we stop meeting each other, maybe I will stop feeling what I feel towards him.