Love On The Pitch

Vacant

Renaldo never made it to the second game against Germany. According to the media reports he had come down with the flu and was recovering.

BULLSHIT! He couldn't bare to show his face knowing full well Bastian was ready to bash it in. I'm sure his team mates let him know what state Basti had been in when he kicked in the door to the Portuguese locker room.

Since returning back to Munich, Bastian had been distant with Alex lately. She would catch him a lot in quiet moments at the arena. Sitting on the bleachers with a vacant look on his face, or long walks around the pitch as the other players headed to the showers after a long grueling training session. He worked out late in the weight room with quiet fury. She knew what was going on. He had a storm of vengeance for Renaldo, and the only way to get his frustrations out was on the field and in the gym. Anytime he looked at the bruises on her face, she would find him an hour later running himself ragged on the treadmill with a pissed off look on his face.

Alex had rectified the spat between Thomas and Bastian. She would go to any lengths if she had to make sure their friendship was still intact. If she had to pinch them by the ears and make them sit in a windowless room together till they talked she would. She needed to apologized to Thomas as well. She felt horrible putting him in that position in the first place.

Thomas was really understanding about the whole thing. She really started to see why they were such best of friends. All of them. They were family, and she was now feeling apart of that as well.

Sitting at her desk , she aimlessly typed away on her Mac computer. Looking up from her computer, she finally notices Bastian leaning against her door frame.

Oh... hey.. she says.

Hi..he replies.

A long silence crept between them till he finally spoke.

"Listen I'm really sorry.. I've been distant lately...I have just had a really difficult time dealing with all this".

"Bastian.. you don't have to apologize to me. What you need to do is forget it ever happen...."

NO!! he cuts her off with a sharp tone.

I cant forget... or forgive!! his tone so curt and loud she jumps a little in her chair.

exhaling a breath loudly..he bows his head and rubs the bridge of his nose.

Rising to her feet.. she walks over to stand in front of him.

Bastian.... I... look at me..please..she says with pleading eyes.

Lifting his gaze he looks in her eyes only to drop his gaze and stare at the fading bruise.

Lifting his hand he gently caresses the bruise then leans in for a kiss.

Feeling his soft lips caress hers, Bastian pulls away and says.

"look... I have to go... I will see you later..I cant talk about this right now..ok I just cant..

and with that he turns and walks down the hall to the locker room.

He's pushing her away she sees it now. With that she closes her office door, leans against it and slides to the floor. Pushing her hands through her hair she gives in to the frustration about it all and allows a few tears to spill over. Hating that her anger almost always resulted in tears it pushed her to stop feeling sorry for herself, Alex tosses pushed herself off the floor. Tossing off her high heels she threw on her Nikes and Grabbed her sweat pants and hoodie.

Sprinting down the tunnel, she slows down to a gentle jog. Tossing on her sweats over top of her leggings and pulling on her hoodie she starts out at a slow jog around the field. Feeling the wind pull through her hair, she picks up the pace. Pushing hard into her legs, she sprints as fast as she can around the pitch for her second lap.