score - Pablo Gavi

chapter 18

Since yesterday was a game, the boys had a recovery workout session in the gym. I decided to wear my jeans and a tee shirt with my black converse. I didn't do any make up today, but I slicked my hair back into a ponytail because of the heat. I was kind of grumpy because I was tired, so I listened to my music on the way over to the gym facility. Once I got there, I was greeted by a man at the front desk.

"Hi, can I see your membership card, please?" He asked. I didn't have a membership card. I got nervous.

"Uh, I can show you an Email from Xavi Hernandez saying I can come here to take videos of the team for their social media?" I said in a panic. I began to pull out my phone.

"I'm sorry, we can't accept that, it could easily be fake," he said.

"Fine, how much is a membership?" I asked. I needed to start working out again anyway, and my last gym gave me a week free and I never went again.

"€140 per month. Will you be paying credit or debit?" He asked me. This better be the nicest gym I've ever seen. I paid with my debit card, then walked down a hallway. There were several rooms with different labels, but I didn't check them out because I didn't want to look weird. At the end of the hallway there was a room labeled team members only. I went to open the door, but it was locked. People were staring at me, so I called Gavi.

"Hellooooo," I said as Gavi answered the phone.

"What?" Thats not Gavi.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"Alejandro," He said.

"Oh hey, let me in, would ya?" I asked. He hung up the phone, then about 15 seconds later he opened the door.

"Welcome to hell," he said, letting me in. When I stepped in, I felt faint because of the lighting and the noise level. Everyone was yelling. There was also not a single window in there.

"CLEO," Ansu yelled, and everyone else did the same.

"Shhhh, I'm not here," I said. I looked around, and then saw Gavi on a bike. He saw me too, and walked over to me.

"Hi," He smiled.

"Hey, are they drunk or something?" I asked.

"You'd think. So watcha doing?"

"Just taking some videos of y'all training, then I have interviews with a few people."

"Y'all," He mocked me.

"Haha, that was a knee slapper," I said, sarcastically.

"It was funny," He defended himself.

"GAVI GET YOUR ASS BACK TO WORK," Pedri joked.

"Go on," I said.

"See ya?"

"Of course, Gavi."

I just stood there, zoned out for a minute, until Pablo Torre came up to me.

"Cleooo, watch this," He said, holding 45 kilo dumbbells.

"Hold on," I said pulling out my phones camera.

"Tell me when."

"When." He started doing bicep curls, "is that a lot of weight?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"It's not," Lewandowski said, running over, "I can do 68 kilos," I turned my camera towards him.

"He's old, so it's not fair." I took a step back so I could get both of them in the frame.