YOU'RE CRAZY - pablo gavi

10: new face

MORENA

in the midst of our discussion, i noticed pablo's detachment, causing me to believe there was a problem.

his dark brown eyebrows furrowed in utter focus, as he stared down at his phone. i couldn't tell if it was the brightness of the phone making him squint, or if it was pure concentration.

his phone brightness was always up criminally bright though. i sighed, leaning closer to zainab, who was yacking on about bella and gigi hadid, and how she might be their 'long lost sister.'

"gavirlo, what's up?" i whispered, creating that nickname from literal thin air. i heard him chuckle at my reference to him, and he looked up from his phone.

"it's just that paris girl," he rolled his chocolate coloured eyes, "she won't leave me alone. i'm gonna block her."

"don't!" i answered, way too abruptly. pablo looked up at me, startled and confused.

i explained myself, "i mean, we need to see what she's saying to you - you know, to catch her out? we need the proof."

the boy looked outraged, to say the least, "so you want me to put up with her bullsh-"

"we need you to be our actor; just for a little longer. por favor, bonito pablito?" i pleaded, making prayer hands.

pablo snorted, "where are all these hideous nicknames coming from?" he laughed, touching my arm.

"my back pocket." i made up, impatiently, "now let's see what she says, c'mon."

"someone's eager." he teased, and i felt like smacking him.

"i just wanna catch this liar ou-"

"bro, what are you guys talking about bro?" my cousin, pedri exclaimed, interrupting his own conversation with zainab and miguel.

"you just used 'bro' twice in that sentence..." zai pointed out, darting her pupils from side to side in an awkward way. (A/N: like that one doja cat meme.)

"whatever, who actually cares?" he scoffed, turning his attention to us.

i combed my hand through my hair, feeling a pang of frustration. "it's paris! she keeps hopelessly hitting on pablo and-"

"and you're jealous because you love me." pablo sang, pouting kissie lips in front of my face. i blocked him with my hand.

miguel cackled, "yo, that's so embarrasing. what'd she say?"

what didn't she say, at this point?

"well, she said she has a friend that's here, and that we might run into her." pablo told the others, causing them to nod and hum.

"so she sent a spy?!" zainab remarked, pinching the space between her eyebrows. "i'm so done."

we heard a ping from pablo's phone: another text from her, no doubt.

paris

heyy so i just got to
the mall. im gna meet
my friend like i said 🙃

cool

you guys should meet us 😬

😁* i meant this one.

AWWW LMAO

yeah sure!!! we'll be
seeing eachother

yeah, nos vemos

yuhhh 🤞🏻

"i hope you're happy, girls." pablo grumbled, gritting his teeth. i grabbed his arm, affectionately. zainab and i thanked him, calling him a king and our 'girly pop'.

he warned us never to call him that again.

A/N: BYE, I'M COMING BACK TO THIS BOOK. IDK, I'VE JUST MISSED FUTBOL, AND I FEEL BAD FOR ABANDONING THIS BOOK. IM JUST SUCH AN... ABANDONER. (like ur dad lolz! 🙈 - jk, i love every one of u pookie wookies.)

ANYWAY, DONT BE MAD AT ME 🥺🥺.