𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 || 𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙞

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FINGERTIPS
"i'd pick your rain and thunder over anyones sunshine, any day"

~mallory~

pedri explains the drill to me and it sounds pretty self explanatory. basically the large group splits up into smaller groups at different goals and each person tries to make as many shots as they can from the arc of the 18 yard box. you get ten shots with one extra touch and the person who gets the most at each group goes against each other in the finals.

pedri grabs my arm, dragging me towards a goal on the other end of the field. i know gavi is trudging along behind us because i can hear his unnecessary groans of aggravation.

pedri let's go of me as we near the goal and someone else slips their arm around my shoulders. i look up to see salma, a bright smile on her lips. "hey kid." i nudge her because of the nickname and she chuckles. "can i join your guys group?" i notice her look over at pedri and gavi for approval as well.

"of course!" i beam, excited for her to join our group as i have barely held a conversation with her today, besides the couple minutes in the car when both of us were barely awake.

pedri nods and gavi rolls his eyes rudely. i don't understand why he always has to be in such a bad mood. he should be happy we aren't running or conditioning. i glare at him and he rolls his eyes, turning to talk to pedri.

balde and ansu wander over to us, as all the other goals already have 5-10 people at them. "hola niña!" ansu grins and ruffles my hair, balde laughing at his antics. "mind if we join?"

"i don't care." i shrug and balde slips his arm around my waist. balde is one of my oldest barca friends, so it's not uncommon for us to be affectionate towards each other, but we both agree it's completely platonic.

a couple of trainers rush over to provide each of us with a ball, and i start to juggle, keeping the ball controlled at my feet. "tie your shoes mally!" balde gasps from beside me and i shove him away playfully.

xavi blows a whistle and everyone on the pitch turns toward him. he instructs each group to get in a line, and with my terrible luck, gavi ends up in front of me. xavi announces to begin and pedri takes his first shot, ter stegen, barely missing it.

pedri pumps his fist in the air and circles to the end of the line. gavi turns around, his arms crossed over his chest and i take a step backward, startled. "i bet your gonna miss every shot." he says proudly and i stare back at him skeptically.

"wanna bet?" i ask and he shrugs confidently. "whoever misses the most has to be the others personal assistant for a week." i smirk and he runs his fingers through his hair frustratedly.

"ew no, i'm not gonna follow you around for a week." he replies, the cockiness practically rolling off his tongue.

"you better win then." he stares at me angrily until pedri calls his name telling him it's his turn to shoot. he sets up the ball before taking a slight touch to his right. he hits it with full power, his weight evenly over the ball, and it soars towards the top right corner of the net. but ter stegen easily predicts where gavi is going to hit it, and catches the ball seconds before it ripples into the white netting.

i laugh and he shoots daggers at me. i know i shouldn't laugh, as there is the same possibility i could miss mine too, but who wouldn't laugh at gavi? i set the ball up and take a touch to my left to get the ball moving. then without thinking, i just shoot.

i don't like to think things over for too long because the more i overthink, the more i doubt myself. and it's easier for me to do something in the split of the moment then wait and end up ultimately underestimating myself and my ability.