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27. | ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴄᴄᴇʀ
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𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 | 𝟸𝟿𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸𝟸 |
𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍, but he finally got the girl in a USA jersey, his name sported boldly on the back.
"It looks so good on you," he complimented, a teasing smirk on his face. Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.
"I feel like I'm one of your fan girls," She giggled, examining herself in the mirror. She matched the dark blue jersey with white baggy jeans and sneakers on her feet, completing the outfit.
"Whatever," he mumbled. Just as he spoke, the pair heard a whistle from the side of the room. They turned and noticed Gio strolling over with a cocky smirk on his face.
He eyed Y/N up and down, taking note of her outfit, and noticed the name on the back of her outfit.
"Ooh, I like it," he complimented.
"Thanks, Gio," she sighed. She had an inkling that Gio was going to say something else based on his wandering eyes.
"I think it'd be better with Reyna in the back," he flirted, causing the girl to roll her eyes.
"Are you even playing?"
Gio's face turned emotionless. Chris busted out laughing when he saw Gio's frown, making the Borussia Dortmund player shake his head.
"You Brits are so rude." Gio shook his head, moving past the two of them. She giggled and watched as Gio walked away. Christian sported the same amused expression.
"The team's about to get out soon," He sighed, wrapping an arm around her. She smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist, hugging him slightly.
"I'll meet you there," Y/N said, giving him an encouraging nod.
"Score prediction?"
She hummed to herself, staring up at the ceiling while pretending to be in thought.
"1-0."
"Who's going to score?" Chris asked, and the two of them started to walk toward the entrance of the hotel. Chris noticed some of the guys already waiting in the lobby with their gear ready to head to the stadium.
"Money is on you, 100 percent," she smiled, reaching up to pinch her friend's cheek.
"If I score, you have to say that America is the best team." The American compromised, making the girl frown. She shook her head and playfully shoved him off, removing her arm from around his waist.
