RydLove // Radek Rydl

3.

Another day was full of photos, jumpers, fans and finally a lot of sun. I and Aga were leaving our hotel in much better moods, with takeaway cups full of coffee. Aga got flat white and I asked for a soy latte. She told me that people loved my photo shoot with Radek as the main hero. Aga sounded even a bit jealous since my photos received more positive comments than her wordy part of the article. Well, lajf is brutal. I was sipping my coffee peacefully when Aga began talking.

"Sooo, you know what is today?"

"Uh, Saturday I guess?"

"No. I mean yes. But it's a special Saturday as we are invited to the Team Party! You know, this wild barbeque and alcohol and-"

"Aga, I know what team party is", I interrupted her. I wonder if Radek's gonna be there... "Do you know who's coming?"

"DUH, EVERYONE?? Wait, do you have anyone special on your mind?" oh yeah, that one cheesy flirty Czech boy who likes to dress like Damiano.

"No, just asking."

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Today's competition wasn't that intense as probably the majority of ski jumpers preferred to go to the nearest supermarket and buy beers or sausages. I even saw Piotr Żyła smuggling vodka in his suit, probably having some before party in the Germans' cabin.

I left the hill with another portion of pics and decided to upload them right now. Who knows how the team party would go? I plugged my camera into the laptop and while all the photos were migrating, I took a quick shower and washed my hair. I'd like to go with some subtle waves so I ended up curling them with Aga's curler. I wrapped myself in the white, cosy towel and opened my suitcase to find something nice for the evening. It was very warm, so I looked for anything stunning and practical. I had decided to bring my camera with me so I can document funny moments. Eventually, I found something perfect to wear. Now, I should do some matching make-up. Well, I wasn't the best when it comes to my make-up skills, because I hardly ever wear any – not like the other girls. I went for a simple eye look and I looked like this:

When we got back to the hill, half of the boys were already drunk. Domen was running around the cabins. Pius went shirtless and lost the battle with a water fridge. Romanians were playing truth or dare and now Andrei had to pretend he's a dinosaur in labour. Joacim was already under the table while Eetu was dancing at this particular table. Jesus Christ. I even saw one couple having a heated make-out session. Wait, is it Juroszek and this future Olympic medallist? Ew, gross. Of course, there was a lot of food from different countries, from American burgers to Japanese sushi. Who the fuck rolled all these nigiris? I was standing in the middle of this chaos when I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

"Nice klobouček, wanna fuck?" oh yeah, he was also pretty drunk.

"A 'hi' would be nice."

"Hi, nice klobouček, wanna fuck?"

"You're unbelievable."

"No, I'm Radek", he answered confused. His eyes were already a bit red, but he still looked hot. I'm not gonna lie, this version of him was my favourite one so far. "And you are Róża and you take pictures and you are beautiful and I like your fish" he slurred out on one breath. Okay, that was a lot of information. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

"Radek go home, you're drunk", I laughed while watching him trying to grab my hand. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you home with me" he answered with his beautiful smile. Turned out 'home' meant their stand with food and a lot of beers. Well, I didn't refuse when he gave me one and put some ovocné knedliky on a paper plate. I took a picture of Vojtěch Štursa dressed like a Czech flag and I turned around to the most ridiculous scene I've ever seen. Radek was holding a fork with knedliček and squinted his eyes.

"Here comes the airplane, open the hangar!"

Who am I even hanging out with...

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We had spent the day clowning around and eating too many Norwegian waffles. Halfway through the party, Radek found a JBL speaker and played Midas ale to hymn dożynek. I had had the time of my life dancing with this Czech boy and pretending I don't care about him hugging me while whining he wants to ride a unicorn so bad. It was getting dark when I told him he probably needs to go to sleep as he has the last competition tomorrow. He finally let me go after 10 minutes of crying I don't love him and it was all a lie. Oh boy, you don't know. Anyways, I was about to leave the area when I felt a strong grip on my shoulder. PANIK I don't want to die, not now. I was forced to face this other person when I saw Thomas Lackner, looking deadly into my eyes.

"May I help you, Thomas?" He was looking very seriously and I shivered in fear.

"Yes, stay away from that boy."

"Who do you mean? Wh-what does that mean?"

"You know who I'm talking about, mädchen. He's not who he claims to be. He's a bad liar. And he didn't tell you the truth about himself."

And with this, he disappeared into the darkness.

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