never fall for brown eyes // Pedri

chapter 69

I don't know how I got to the hotel in the end. After running away from the stadium and the prying eyes, I think I took a taxi back to the hotel. But my brain is still in shock so my thoughts are scattered all over the place. I turned my phone off almost immediately so that I won't see if Pedri texts me after the press conference. I don't want to hear any of his lies anymore.

I feel guilty for not going to Mason's game, but I can't let him see me like this. He has no idea what has happened between me and Pedri and I don't plan on telling him. I don't even dare to think how he would react.

I walk to reception but stop quickly. I completely forgot that Evelynn is still locked up in our room and I can't exactly go to her like this. I decide to take the elevator to the rooftop bar, not knowing where else to go. I take a seat and order some coffee. I need to sort out my thoughts and try to calm down. I can already feel a headache coming, but hopefully caffeine stops it.

I just sit there and stare into the distance. I hate feeling like this. Like someone besides me has the ability to break me into pieces. I'm used to pretending that I'm strong and everything is okay, but now I don't even have the strength to do that.

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After what must have been an hour, I finally get up and walk to the elevators. Thankfully no one is there to see me in this state. I press the ninth floor and wait as the elevator starts moving. I think I'm as calmed down as I get, so I'm ready to face Evelynn and tell her the whole story. There's no way that I can hide this from her. I know I'll have to explain this whole mess from the beginning.

Instead of stopping on the ninth floor, the elevator goes down another floor. Panic hits me immediately because I know what team is staying on that floor. The doors open and I see some Spanish players waiting there. Lady luck must really have a vendetta against me. What are the odds, really?

I guess the team's going down to the food hall to eat or something, so I step out of the elevator. I don't want to run into a certain someone. I walk past the corridors hoping to reach the stairs as fast as I can. I just want to get to my room and cry my eyes out. As I reach the door that leads to the stairs, it flies open and I have to step out of the way of someone who's clearly in a rush.

And just when I  think that the day couldn't get any worse I'm met with a pair of brown eyes.