𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍, pablo gavi

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭, isabel

❝ kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain. ❞
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How does one express his emotions, not knowing what he's feeling? Because that's me right now.

Everything was going so well, we kissed twice, he kept complimenting me and flirting with me, I wore his jersey...

Then he scored a goal and dedicated to I have no idea who. I know it's not someone in his family nor his friends since I know them all and no one starts with the letter B.

I just, I don't know, I thought we had something, apparently we didn't. I was just being delusional again, like I always am.

I mean, I wasn't expecting him to dedicate it to me. But did he have to dedicate it to someone else?

"Futbolista maldito. (Motherfucking footballer.)" I mumble to myself as I wait for Pedri outside the stadium.

Every paparazzi and interviewer and fans already left, the streets are awfully quiet. Thank God. I'm not in the mood.

"Isabel?" I hear a familiar voice but I can't make out who it is. I turn around and spot Álejandro waving at me.

"Oh hey, Ále." I smile politely when he's close enough to talk to me.

"Hey," He starts, it looks like he has something to say. "Your brother told me to tell you he can't actually make it to dinner and blah blah blah." He's not being mean or something, these are probably Pedri's exact words.

"Can I kill him?" Typical Pedri, yet I'm used to it and somewhere deep inside me I knew he was gonna ditch me.

"I feel you. Been there." He chuckles and I force a chuckle along to don't seem rude. I like Álejandro, he's nice. I'm just tired, I guess. "See you around." He says his goodbye and I wave back as he walks away. "Oh, great performance the other day, by the way." He turns around one last time before definitely walk away.

"Thanks." I answer back but I'm not sure he heard.

I get my phone out to call Olive since I'm gonna be walking back to the hotel alone and we need some girl talk.

I'm about to dial her phone number when someone else calls out my last name. The only person to call me González without putting little at first or junior at the end is Pablo.

I ignore him and dial Olive's number. Before I can press the call button, he calls out my last name again. I may be mad at him right now, but his voice affects me so much that I turn back to see him.

"Hi." It's dark out, I can barely see the smile on his face that always, always makes butterflies appear in my stomach.

"Umm, hi." I answer back shortly, looking away from him because I can't bare to see that smile.

"Are you okay?" He asks and I'm sure his smile faded away by the sound of his voice.

"Yeah, uhu. Fine." I look at the ground. I'm mad at him, I really am. But, I still like him, a lot.

"Isabel?" He steps closer to me making me step back. Damn it why is everything so hard? And why am I so sensible?

"I'm fine, Gavi. Just leave me alone." I tell him about to walk away.