marlita: a cringe way to disguise myself being downbad for footballers

chapter tres : live life a little.

"i seriously can't with you. what do you mean you just stared at him?"

brit's hotel suite. barcelona.

lita and i were cuddled on my bed looking at the night scenery and paronamic view of barcelona through the large glazed wal, lcasting a warm glow over our faces. many weeks had gone by, and lita finally got to settle in. we had spent the day together out, strolling through the busy and bustling streets of the beautiful catalonian capital. i had one day off every week, pretty sad because it was "special treatment", i had to practice more than anyone else on the team, because according to pep: "staying fit requires daily effort." basically i had to train twice as much as the others to have their stamina and physical strengh, or so he said.

i turned around to look at lita, who was holding me from behind, being the big spoon :p and said: "what do you want me to do, you have no idea what it feels like when his eyes are staring you down."

"well you have not seen how neymar looks at me." she replied, a bit dreamy. my frown must have been apparent as she added "what?".

"you still see him? and talk to him?" i asked, concerned. lita sat up letting go of me and crossed her arms. i fully turned and look up at her.

"are you going to bring that up again?" she said seeming a bit exasperated. to be fair, i mentioned this quite a lot, but it was concerning to say the least. he seemed strangely interested, don't get me wrong, lita is truly attractive and a woman to dream of. but neymar had been flirting with her right off the bat, and being very persuasive when it came to speed up whatever it was they had. lita doesn't know what she wants yet, and it feels as though he's rushing her into something. 'something', i have quite an idea abt what he wants.

defeated i replied "i'm just worried."

"well, don't be. i know what i'm doing." she argued.

"do you really?" i added.

"brit, stop. i don't question your choices when it comes to jack." 

"what choices, jack and i are not nearly as close as you and neymar, and besides it's not the same thing. you don't know what is it that you want lita, you act all grown up and sure of what you're doing, but in reality you know that you can just as easily regret it." 

"how would you know what it is i want?"

"i know that you value your .. virtue." i said, not sure of my wording. "i just have this odd feeling, that his intentions aren't exactly, what you look for. he probably doesn't see you as person."

"i know you mean well, but really, i can handle myself. i won't go there with him if i don't want to. i have to live my life and make my own mistakes. you can't protect me from everything. so just drop it" she said, appearing irritated. "besides, i have my own concerns too." she added.

with a frown i said "oh? what's that?"

"whatever it is you and jack have going on, i know i mostly push you into it, but in reality, i don't want you to get into trouble. i mean, out of every player, it just had to be your captain."

i looked away, staring into the lively city below. she was right, it was a risk. but then again, we don't have much going on.

"there really is nothing going, apart from the stares. some things he says."

"and the sexual tension."

i instantly sat up snapping my face back to her. "what now??"

"what? denying it would be lying to yourself." she said grinning. i merely smiled and layed back on the bed.