i hate you - pablo gavi

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Fati noticed the expression on my face fall, and turned around to try see what my gaze was fixed upon.

"Oh," he let out; a sudden sigh of realisation, "about that," he added guiltily.

"You said he wasn't here," I exclaimed, throwing my hands to my face.

"To be fair I didn't know where he had went at the time that I had said that to you," Pedri defended himself, "I just knew it was somewhere near the house ," he added, this time under his breath.

I rolled my eyes at him and groaned.

I didn't want to speak to Gavi. He was cruel and rude. I refused to.

Though I couldn't seem to take my eyes off him and the phone that he was chatting up.

He must have felt my stare drill a hole in the back of his skull as he turned to face me. He locked his gaze upon me, now ignoring the girl on his phone. It was clear that he was just as surprised as I was to see him as he was to see me. And as he hated the guts out of me, I assumed it was an inconvenient surprise to him.

The feelings were mutual.

"You really have to come visit the Alps sometime, Bella," Pedri had said to me, causing me to redirect my gaze away from Gavi and back to the boys sat in-front of me. They recently came back from ski trip in dolomiti in Italy.

"You 'having a laugh my friend, she'd not survive a day in the mountains. She'd freeze her tits off," Ferran chuckled before I could respond.

"I could so handle it," I replied, "I've been in the snow before!"

"Alright, sure," Pedri added, rolling his eyes playfully earning a kick in the shin from me under the table and we all laughed together.

"Any of ya got a bottle opener. I can't find it" a familiar tone interrupted.

They all shook their head in reply. I ignored him knowing fine well that there was an opener behind me.

It was obvious that we were both avoiding eye contact with one another and things begun to get awkward pretty quickly.

"Bell's here," Pedri nodded over to me.

"I know," Gavi replied arrogantly.

"Aren't you gonna say hello?" Pedri asked.

"Hello, Arabella," he let out with a sigh, almost as if forced to greet me.

He knew that I hated being called by my full name.

I pretended that I never heard him, and took a swig at the gin tonic that the boys had brought me.

He threw himself down in the space beside Pedri opposite from me, as he placed the corona bottle back into the pack in disappointment, letting out a
long sigh as he did so.

And for the first time, living room was the quietest in the whole house.