Dinero-Pedri Gonzalez

Awkward driving

I was sitting in the front seat. The silence could be cut with knives. It was totally awkward. I don't understand why he doesn't communicate with me. People would kill to talk to me. Everyone says he's cute and funny. And that he likes to talk. Then why doesn't he talk to me?I thought he was just shy and decided to...

"Well, what else are you doing?", I broke the silence. He didn't even look at me, he just concentrated on the road. Well, that was embarrassing. I just turned and continued to look out the window. "Nothing but playing football, you?", he answered. That shocked me a little, but I was glad that he was talking to me.

"Nothing interesting, I'm cooking," I continued. I'm cooking? I cook, really? Man this was the lie of the year. "Great, what do you like to cook the most?" he asked. I would answer him if I knew how to cook. "Uhh, pizza, yes pizza", I don't really know what goes into pizza, but that's the first thing that came to my mind. "Great, I often make pizza too," he replied.

"Excuse me for asking, maybe I will sound rude, but why do you live in that small apartment?" Pedri asked. That left me in shock. "What do you mean?" I asked nervously. "Only, don't you have money for a bigger apartment? I thought someone like you would live in a villa." My jaw almost dropped. I was speechless. "I do not understand." "I mean your dad is Fernando Díaz. Shouldn't you be living in a bigger apartment?" I stopped for a moment. How does he know all this? I didn't know how to react. "It's none of your business, but if you're interested, I'm not daddy's daughter, I've become independent," I answered nervously and a little angrily. "Really, because you look like one to me," he muttered, but I understood him. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, already a little furious. How can you interfere in my life like that? "I mean, it looks to me like your dad blocked your cards." I really don't understand him. What is his problem? His every word became cold as if he didn't really care. He was looking at the road the whole time. "Do you have problems with money?", he asked somewhat arrogantly. "Of course I don't, and even if I did it wouldn't be your problem," I replied, he was already getting on my nerves. "Then you're up to something, otherwise you wouldn't be in this small cramped apartment working as an assistant coach at the club." Man, he's really sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. He talks about my financial situation like he's known me forever. "This conversation is going nowhere," I answered, trying to sound relaxed. "I mean, if you have money problems, I can help you," he answered arrogantly. Who does this guy think he is? He help me? Yes of course."I'm sure I have more Instagram followers than you have money in your bank account." I don't even know where it came from, but I just spat it out. He looked a bit annoyed, but he just laughed.

The rest of the ride was quiet, thank God. How he annoyed me. The rest of the day was relaxed. I liked that.