Emerald green eyed dream / Pablo Gavi

Chapter 34 - Gavi's pov

"Vamosss!" we yell as a group before heading to the court. It's the quarter-final and we're playing against Portugal. I'm a big fan of Ronaldo so playing against him is an honor.

On the other hand Joao Felix plays in the team as well which is a real pity. Him and I just don't get along at all. He's getting under my skin with his style of play which is violating me every time he gets close enough. It's a shame no one tells him to stop so I have no other option but to stop him myself. Since the referees are usually like assholes I'm getting warnings and he's not. What idiots...

As the game starts I notice I'm not on my normal level today. My preciosa still hasn't answered my messages which is bothering me a lot. She looked like she was okay when I saw her through the window yesterday but she is keeping radio silence and I don't understand why.

I can't focus on the game and I'm making stupid mistakes. One's that I definitely wouldn't make if my concentration was on its normal level. It's going to be a long night ahead...

At halftime our head coach taps my shoulder and asks me to talk to him for a second.

"Gavi, what is up with you today? You're not playing as good as you're on any other day. It's the quarter-final, you have play the best game of your life or I have to sub you out. There are plenty of guys trying to shine. Subbing you out would be a shame since I really want to give you the best experience from the World Cup but you're not making it easy for me," Luis Enrique says and stares at me.

"I'll try my best from now on," I say and nod.

"And that's not all," he starts and makes sure I'm paying good attention to what he is going to say next. "The receptionist of our hotel called me this morning and I was surprised when I was told some of our players broke the rules of the hotel last night on purpose. Does that ring any bells to you?" Luis asks.

Oh shit. I didn't think our little swimming session would cause any harm but apparently I was wrong.

"Umm, maybe we should focus on the game now and talk about that after?" I suggest.

"That's fine but you're not leaving this stadium before we have talked it through, is that clear?" he says.

"Yes, really clear!" I say as I jog back to the court.

The second half doesn't start any better. The Portuguese are pushing me to the ground, kicking my ankles and tearing my shirt. I won't be surprised if my shirt is not in one piece at the end of the game.

But why!? Why am I the only one to whom all the violations are directed? My shorts are green instead of blue since I have fallen to the ground multiple times. And my ankles are probably a mix of violet, blue and black because they are full of bruises. Being the youngest player on the court doesn't mean other ones can treat me like shit. They have been in the same situation as well so they should stop treating me like a kid!

Someone pushes me from the back and I fly two meters in the air before hitting the ground. Not again! I'm fucking frustrated of this!

"What the hell!?!" I yell and turn to look at the jerk who is responsible this time. And who do I see? Joao fucking Felix, what a surprise...

"Did your girlfriend leave your poor ass or why are you so pissed out today?" Joao says mockingly and walks closer to me.

"What is wrong with you!? Do you have to be such a jerk every time you see me?" I shout back and push him from the chest.

"At least I don't have anger issues and take out my anger on others," Joao answers.

I look angrily back at him and say, "Just to inform you, I don't have anger issues."

"Oh really angry bird, gladly I'm not a baby who's not able to keep his mouth shut unlike you!" Joao says and pokes me in the chest.

"Stop it!" the referee says and steps between us. "I'm warning you only once. If you continue that I'm giving both of you yellow cards," he continues.

Joao really deserves that I think as I glower at him while Pedri drags me out of the situation, once again.