☆ BONNIE ☆ (joão félix x oc )

✩☆~ past mistakes ~☆✩

we exited the facility and made our way to the chauffer where a man took my bag and opened the door for my grandpa and i.

"i think they're all used to each other's training styles at this point" i explained as i took out my phone, "there's just no surprise factor right now"

"mm" my grandpa hummed in agreement, "evaluations?"

my eyes darted towards him from my phone, "isn't that a little harsh?"

he shrugged, "you used to love picking the starting lineup"

"yeah when i was 14" i told him, "also letting a 14 year old pick which players to start is insane."

"you're older now" he smiled mischievously, "you know how the game works."

i lightly shook my head as my eyes returned to my phone, "i'd be pissed if i was benched because a 22 year old didn't pick me to be on the field"

"hm" he adjusted his suit, "we're still having the evaluations."

i only sighed and returned back to the messages left on my phone.

lexi 💙❤️
how's qatar?

tana💞
shut up omfg i would die to meet ronaldo
do you get to see them shirtless??

paulo
hey, i heard you're in qatar?

i stared at the message from dybala for what felt like hours. i hadn't seen him in months yet he wanted to see me because i finally made it to qatar. he must've seen the pictures the paparazzi took when i left the airport.

here's the backstory: paulo and i saw each other for 3 months.

it was a mutual breakup because we were always traveling and we could never make it work as long as we were always in different cities. it wasn't until a week after the breakup that i found out he was cheating on me.

he was caught kissing another girl at a club and the paparazzi didn't release the photo until after we had broken up.

my guess was that he tried to pay them off but once he skimped on the pays, they released them as punishment. my best friend was the one who showed me the picture and i had to show up to practice the next day with swollen eyes because i cried all night.

but, the game after i found out was incredible.

all the rage and frustration built up in me was taken out onto valencia on that field. it was magnificent. alexia, aitana, and i were coordinating perfectly with our plays and managed to win 7-2. i managed to pull off my first ever hat trick in that game.

i remember the tabloids that came out about my performance and the potential for me to become a star player but it quickly died down after a couple weeks. alexia was put back into the spotlight.

it was for the best because the amount of attention i'd gotten was overwhelming.

i gained a million followers over a week after the game and dybala fans would comment on my page calling me names and that i didn't deserve him. it came down to the point where people began criticing my performance on the pitch and comparing it to my relationship with dybala.

specifically, there was one comment that read "your pathetic performance on the field is probably better than your performance in bed "

that one had me in shock for days after. 

it was tiring but it eventually died down as my stardom died down. he was a great boyfriend, disregarding the cheating.

as i was staring at the text, we had arrived at the restaurant and my grandpa was waiting outside the car for me to get out.

"neta?" he called out for me as i shook out of my trance

"yeah, sorry"

i got out of the car with a dazed look glossed over my face and slid my phone back into my pocket without replying to anyone that texted me.

once we were seated at our table, i opened the menu with the text still on my mind without paying any attention to my grandfather.

"neta?" he questioned as i kept the menu covering my face from him, "you alright?"

i lowered the menu slightly, "yeah. fine. just thinking"

he sighed in agreement, "yes, the players are stressing me out. especially cris"

that was intriguing.

"how so?" i asked as i set down my menu and rested my elbows on the table, ready to listen to all the information on all the players.

we continued to have an entire conversation on the future of the players and how they could improve or deteriorate in their career. cris may be the team's captain but he surely wasn't the star of the show this world cup. he was getting old. the younger generation was in the spotlight like kylian mbappe and goncalo ramos.

by the time we finished lunch, my grandpa had to leave for managing duties so i was left on my own at the hotel.

what to do now?

~ author's note ~

hey guys!! i am so so so so sorry for not updating for over a month now but it was because i was taking a college course to get ahead and i'm knee-deep into my f1 phase now LMAOOO

this is a filler/background chapter BUT THERE IS A LOT OF JOAO CONTENT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER SO DW

i have most of the story (about 65%) complete already but i have to revise all of it because i started this in december so hopefully i can get it all out soon :) i don't watch women's football as much as men's football so please correct me if i get something wrong

ALSO I LOVE DYBALA WITH ALL MY HEART BUT I JUST WANTED TO INCORPORATE HIM IN THIS STORY SO NO HATE TO HIM !!!