Does He Know?

Chapter 9

Sara's POV

When he yelled at me to get off the car I couldn't hold it anymore. I ran from the car and saw as he drove off, not looking back.

In my mind hoping to hear the car brake and him run back to me telling me he loved me, taking me home, making me his. Tears began to fall down my eyes and at one point I couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain on my face. I cried that night until I couldn't feel anymore. I cursed his name. I closed my eyes and I could see him in front of me, in his car. His face was filled with sadness and regret for having any sort of feelings for me. And I couldn't blame him. That was probably what hurt me the most.

I slept in until my brother woke me up knocking on my door. I stood up and tried to get ready, walking to the restroom and washing my face. I looked down at my neck and saw that he had left a hickey in the exact place Gavi had, his was more noticeable.

I smiled at the mark of his desire imprinted on me while I placed my fingers over it. A love note left on my neck. The truth was that no matter how much I had cried the night before, how bad he had made me feel, I couldn't hate him. It terrified me. It scared me to feel so much for someone like him. Someone who felt so right whenever I was with him. The way his skin felt against mine, the warmth of his body against my coldness, the way he made my heart feel when he smiled, the sense of peace when I looked into his brown eyes.

And it made me feel fucked that I couldn't feel that for Gavi. I couldn't ever tell him te quiero back, because although I did like him, it wasn't in the way he wanted or needed. He deserved better. And somehow I knew he was the better option. He wasn't a coward, he had came fully into this, and he wasn't afraid to tell me how he felt. I didn't have to pressure him into telling me how he felt because I knew it, he showed it constantly. But deep inside my heart belonged to Pedri and I wholeheartedly wish it didn't.

My brother knocked on the door again. -What do you want, enano?- I yelled as I opened the door. My little brother hidden behind a bouquet of flowers. I smiled. -They're not from me. I would have gifted you dirty socks or something.- He said making me laugh as he handed me the vase full of flowers. I heard my mom yelling from down the hallway. -Special delivery for Ms. Sara Torres.- She showed her face quickly with a smile. I walked back into my room and placed the flowers on my night table quickly opening up the note. - I'm sorry I got drunk last night, I can't wait to see you at the match tonight. Te quiero - Pablito.- I smiled and held the note against my chest. I knew his intention was to make me feel better, but in these circumstances his little gestures only made me feel worse because I couldn't feel the same for him. Knowing he would put stars in the sky for me if he had to and instead my heart belonged to someone I would let get away with murder, even if it was my own.

Vale and I had planned for her to pick me up at 8 so we could go to Camp Nou together. I had all day to do nothing which of course didn't help with all of my thoughts.

I sat down to watch a series when I decided to scroll through Instagram. Having different things come up about the team wasn't unusual, some funny videos fans had made, etc. But my heart dropped when I almost scrolled past a picture of Pedri and a girl. I looked closely and it was the girl from Sira's celebration. I felt a huge hole form in my stomach as I analyzed the picture and realized Pedri was wearing the same clothes from last night. Golden boy Pedri eating breakfast with new flame? Read the headlines. I felt my throat close up and a need to cry so strong I couldn't resist. While I cried my eyes off he had rushed to her last night.

I threw my phone to the other end of the room and took a nap. Around 6:30 my dad came to look for me so we could all eat dinner together before we both headed out to the game.