never fall for brown eyes // Pedri

chapter 37

We spend the next two days between our hotel and the football pitch and stadium. The boys are busy since it's their last days of the group stage. Me and Evelynn continue cheering for England and the boys are doing better than ever. Well Evelynn's also been texting Gavi non-stop which I find really cute. They are so smitten and it's not even making me want to throw up. I usually get nauseous around couples and their sappy rom-com lives.

We were all invited to a formal dinner by the organisation before half of the teams make their way home. The dinner is held tomorrow evening and I'm actually very excited about going. Maybe I'll see some hot players, which sadly I still haven't found. I thought I'd see so many attractive players, but so far I've only seen a few.

While Evelynn continues texting, or should I say flirting, back and forth with Gavi, I pop into Jude's room.

"Hello Mr. Bellingham, how's it going? Are you excited about tonight's game?" I ask him as he opens his door.

"Little Mount, great to see you. You've been a bit MIA lately, I haven't had time to catch up with you," He gives me a hug and lets me in.

We decide to play cards and I end up losing. I'm very competitive and definitely a sore loser. It's something me and Mason share, we both love to win but Mason only does it with football. I, on the other hand, am competitive over everything. So I must be a great card playing partener.

"That's it, I'm leaving. I refuse to play with cheaters," I stomp my foot and sulk like a little kid.

Jude just laughs at me and gives me a big brotherly hug. "I'll see you later little Mount, I have a match to get ready for. Now go sulk in your own room," He laughs and basically kicks me out of his room.

When I go back to our room, Evelynn is once again nowhere to be seen. I wonder where that girl always disappears, I don't think she's with Gavi this much, she would've told me. I think.

I go to my room and I almost burst out laughing at the sight in front of me. Evelynn is laying on my bed, giggling at her phone. Jesus, this girl is crushing big time.

"Texting Gavi, again?" I ask her, raising my eyebrows. I don't even have to ask her, I already know for sure it's him.

She admits looking very quilty, like I caught her red handed doing something she shouldn't. I bet they're not just texting, but shamelessly flirting with each other.

"Let's go!! England's going to win today!" I cheer and we start making our way to the lobby, where Mason and the team must be already waiting for us.