Chapter 3

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"Mason, you know a lot of footballers right?" I ask Madeline's brother later that evening.

"Yes you're right. Is there some specific one you want to know something about?" he asks.

"I was just wondering, who are the two Spanish players? Number 9 and 26, I don't remember seeing them before and they played pretty well today," I ask, trying to sound innocent.

If they actually are the ones we had a wonderful time with in the night club, I'm going to pass out from excitement. Madeline and I were just casually having a great time after visiting our dream University and boom those hotshots appear out of nowhere.

Was that a sign we should move to Spain immediately? I really wouldn't mind. I have always dreamed of living and studying in Spain and so does Madeline. After finishing college last spring we have been looking for different Universities and the ones in Spain attract us the most. Obviously, that has nothing to do with the fact that we're both into Latinos and Spanish is maybe the hottest language on Earth.

If a Spanish hottie whispers something to my ear, I'm down for anything. Do whatever you want to me, I won't complain at all. Madeline's opinion towards Spaniards is throw me at the wall and do whatever you want, I'm all yours. So to all the handsome Spanish guys, here we are. Welcome, welcome!

Okay I'm kidding, mostly though. We do have criteria but Spaniards throw us off guard way too easily.

"Ohh Gavi and Pedri! They are Spain's youngest stars. You should ask Jude about them. He knows those Latinos well since they watch Formula 1 together," Mason answers.

"Thanks Mason, you're my favorite!" I add when I leave.

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I knock on Jude's door just a couple of seconds later after leaving Mason's room. Staying in the same hotel with the team is one of the best benefits Madeline and I have. We can just go up to any of their doors and ask for company if we want to. I bet Madeline is currently playing card games with Jack Grealish and Phil Foden just like yesterday when we arrived.

Even though we are besties we don't spend all of our time together. As an introvert I need time to calm my nerves once in a while and Madeline likes to have time just for herself as well. She's outgoing and likes sports that include good looking men such as Formula 1 and surfing. I on the other hand enjoy reality shows like Love Island and reading romance books so I can create imaginary situations in my head.

We have a mutual interest in romance books. What would be a better way to spend a weekend than discussing about my latest book boyfriends with my best friend? Madeline probably says going to the club. I mean that's fun as well but I could talk about Aaron Blackford or Lucas Martín for hours. My imaginary boyfriends have a special place in my heart. 

Jude's roommate Marcus Rashford opens the door. "Hi, is Jude here?" I ask him.

He looks over his shoulder and says, "Yeah, but his facetiming with his friends about Formula 1 or something like that."

He must see the excitement in my eyes because he asks, "You watch F1 as well?"

"Sometimes," I answer with a smile. The truth is, I have never in my life watched Formula 1 in my life but he doesn't have to know that. The only reason I'm interested in Formula 1 is the possibility of Jude talking about that with the Spanish players, Gavi and Pedri as I know now.

"Hey Jude, what are you up to?" I ask when I enter the room.

Jude feels like a brother I never had as well. He is caring but at the same time makes me laugh at his jokes that have no point at all.  

"Hi! What gives me this honor to see an inseparable twin all by herself? And thanks for asking little one, I'm celebrating Carlos Sainz' most recent win with my F1 boys," he answers.

"Jude! How many times do I have to tell you that you can't call me 'little one'! I'm only one year younger than you!" I shout back.

"Okay boys, I have to go before this little one eats me alive. See you later!" he says to the phone screen before ending the call. And that's the last sight of those beautiful emerald green eyes  I have barely time to notice.

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