never fall for brown eyes // Pedri

chapter 23

Evelynn will arrive in Qatar a few days after me and the team. Mason wanted me and him to travel together, and Evelynn had some last minute things to take care of, so we'll see each other on the first day of the cup.

Mason got me and Evelynn a room in the same hotel as the players. Little did he know that he made the biggest mistake of his life, because now I can stalk hot players as much as I want. I've already ran into some hotties, who I've been told are Neymar Jr, Achraf Hakimi and Antoine Griezman. But don't worry, I'm only looking. I've heard enough stories from my brother to know that football players are up to no good. So here I am, only enjoying the view of the hotties.

"Hey little Mount, are you going to help us or just sit there and watch?" my brother's teammate, Jude Bellingham, asks me. Jude and I are good friends, but we don't see each other too often. We both love to talk about Formula 1 and the latest drama that it includes. But only sometimes, he has his football buddies with whom he usually hangs out and talks about F1 with.

I flip him off and walk to the pitch to help clean up after their practice. The boys are getting ready for their first match that finally takes place tomorrow. I help Jude and some of the other players to clean up and we speculate about tonight's F1 race. Jude is going to watch it tomorrow after the game, because he needs to and wants to focus fully on his own match. Fair enough, but their match is still not going to stop me from enjoying tonight's race.

As we are walking to the team bus to take us back to the hotel we're passing the Spanish football team who England will be against tomorrow.

"Ughh there goes the hot Latinos," I whine to Jude who looks at me offended.

"Ouch, little Mount, you should be rooting for your home country and not even sparing a look for the enemy!" he swats at me and starts walking faster to pretend that he's offended.

"Oh come on!" I scream after him until sprinting to catch up with him. He's quite tall after all, so he can walk pretty fast.

From the corner of my eye I can see that one of the Spanish players is staring at me, but as Jude suggested I don't even glance at him. Spanish boys are definitely on my "do not touch or look "-list.