never fall for brown eyes // Pedri

chapter 62

"Did the ball hit some sense into that head of yours?" Mason asks as we get to the bus. I take a seat next to him in the back of the bus where there's no one to bother us.

"Ha ha very funny, Mase. First you want me to spend time with you and then when I do you decide to bother me like an annoying little brother," I whine and Mason just laughs beside me.

"Mads stop it, I was just trying to lighten up your mood. You were swept up in your  daydream and you didn't hear us when we tried to talk to you. What on earth were you thinking about?" He explains and gives me a light tap on the head. I'm most definitely not going to tell him that I was thinking about Pedri, because he would lose it for sure.

Mason has always been lecturing me about not dating footballers or athletes overall because they only want to have some fun and play with your heart. They're way too invested in their sport and have no time for something serious. I don't know if he includes himself on that list as well, but I don't think so. Mason is one of the kindest, caring and thoughtful people I know and I'm sure he'd make a great boyfriend for someone. He can seem a bit cocky sometimes, but mostly he's just trying to be funny.

"Ughh it was nothing really. Sometimes I just zone out and stare into nothingness," I convince him and we end up changing the topic.

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The boys take their stuff upstairs and then they'll have lunch before a team meeting. I decide to wait for them in the lobby, because I'm too lazy to go upstairs for a few minutes, only to come back down again. I continue reading my book while leaning against a pillar. The lobby is very busy so I tune myself out and disappear in the world of my book. That is until I feel someone walk past me and slap my ass.

I snap my head up from my book and prepare myself to yell at someone, but I'm met with a pair of beautiful brown eyes. Pedri just gives me a cheeky smile and a wink as he walks past me. I'm left gaping at him and I can already feel my cheeks blushing. He's wearing a navy suit with Spain's logo and white sneakers. Needless to say, he looks absolutely stunning. I can't wait to get my hands on that suit.

Before I have the chance to collect myself Jack comes out of the elevators and puts his hand over my shoulder. "Ready to go eat Mads?" He asks me and starts leading me towards the dining hall. Pedri gives Jack a death stare and I can see his gaze dart from Jack's face to his hand that's resting on my shoulder.

"What's up with that Spaniard? He's basically trying to kill me with his stare," Jack gives me a weird look and I try not to laugh.

"I honestly have no idea," I try to brush him off but Jack just keeps looking at me with a questioning look.

"Or maybe he had his eyes on you until I arrived," he raises his eyebrow and I swat at him. These boys are getting on my nerves with their questions.

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After dinner the boys abandon me for their meeting and I change into my red bikini and make my way to the pool. I'm not going to the rooftop this time because I'm sure I'd get a lot of flashbacks from my night swim with Pedri the other night. The pool is quiet this time of the day, so I can sunbathe in peace. I finally get to finish the book I've been reading for this whole trip. I'm usually quite a fast reader but so far I haven't really had the time to read. Pedri has kept me very busy. Can't complain, can I?

I decide to facetime my parents and update them about the trip so far. They've been watching all the games and cheering England along. I've always had a good relationship with my parents, but I'm not as close with them as I am with Mason.

"I hope you've had the time to watch some of Spain's games. There are some very good looking boys there," my mum says and gives me a wink. She loves to tease me and try to find me a man.

"Sure, they're all very good looking. But you know I don't have time for boys," I say and give them an embarrassed smile.

As my mum is lecturing me about not studying so hard and remembering to have some fun as well, my eyes catch Pedri walking towards me from the hotel doors. He's still wearing the suit from earlier and a smirk is displayed on his face. I give him a mischievous smile and as he sees me on the phone he takes a seat to where my feet are laying on the sunbed.

"There are a few players in Spain's team that are around your age and they play for Barcelona. You should let Mason introduce you to them, you could use a friend or two when you move there," My mum starts going on and I look at Pedri with a horrified expression. He, on the other hand, is trying so hard not to laugh.

"Oh yes, one of them was called Gavi and the other one was Pedro or something. Look them up, they're both quite your type. You really should follow football more, darling-" My mum lectures me and my face has gone from pale to bright red.

"Okay that's enough lecturing for one day! Bye now," I say and end the call. I'm not going to just sit here and watch them embarrass me in front of Pedri.

When the call has ended Pedri bursts out laughing. "You really should listen to your parents," he laughs and I give him a little slap on the arm.

"Oh cállate, por favor," I whine as he just keeps laughing. I bury my face into my book to avoid him seeing me this embarrassed.

"But I'm not sharing you with Gavi, even if your parents think that he's your type. ¡Ni siquiera lo sueñes!" He says and wraps his arms around me. "And what was Jack Grealish doing wrapping his arm around you earlier?" He looks me in the eyes and pouts. Now it's my time to laugh.

"First of all, Gavi is not my type. And secondly, why do you care about Jack?" I raise my hand to his cheek and caress it. He has a small stubble that drives me out of my mind.

"Good because you're mine," He says and pulls me up from the sunbed. I put on my light sundress and he starts leading me towards the lobby.