dumb blonde | pablo gavi

prologue

Pablo Gavira and Sarah Hernandez had pretty complicated relationship if you even can call it like that.

At the age of five little Sarah pierced his ball with a needle, where Sergio Busquets himself had signed long ago. That day Pablo was at the training and Sarah family came to visit his mother. At the age of seven Gavira painted her locker at the school and wrote there that she was head over heels in love with their nerd classmate. She was really embarrassed at that moment. At the age of eight Sarah made him fail his test. She gave him wrong answers, so he was left to retake the math. At the age of nine Pablo hit the boy who she really liked and scared him away.

At the age of ten he moved to Barcelona, leaving her alone in Los-Palacios. She wasn't really upset. To be honest, life without Pablo was much easier. But her happiness didn't last long. Her mother wanted to be closer to her friend, so six months later little girl started taking lesson in the La Masía school. Because she played football too. Like Pablo did. What a coincidence.

They shared absolutely everything and they madly fought for it. They didn't care if it was wrong or hurt anybody else.

At the age of ten Pablo was chosen to the group of teens who went to the final of their championship in Madrid. He bragged about it for the whole week, and everyone around him praised him, including Sarah's mother. And when he smashed Real Madrid and won that trophy, he didn't shut up about it for the damn month. But then Sarah was eleven, her father took her to the Champions league's final, where Barcelona beat Juventus. She was also able to take a picture with the Barca legendary trio. Messi, Suarez and Neymar. Pablo was terribly jealous. He had a photo with Busquets and even with Messi, but this was much cooler. She outplayed him. At the age of twelve Pablo had a constant place in the main team. He literally became an indispensable player. Was Sarah angry about this? It's easier to ask why she wasn't angry. When Hernandez was fourteen, the Real Madrid youth team wanted to sign Sarah, but she refused. Sincere devotion to the Catalan club and an ardent desire to prove to Pablo that she would probably be better than him did not allow her to do this.

When they were fifteen, they were already playing for the Spain national team under sixteen. One day a friendly match between the women's and men's teams was held. And, what a coincidence, they were both in the starting lineup. But the poor girl had to be replaced in the second half, because her presence on the field infuriated Pablo so much that at one moment, in order to take the ball away from her, the boy made a hard tackle. Partial ligament tear in right knee, Sarah out of action for 3 months. Then she clearly understood for herself: she and Gavira would never become friends, even despite the friendship of their mothers.

At the age of sixteen Hernandez became the captain of the youth Spain national team. You should have seen how Pablo's eyes burned when he saw the captain's armband on her shoulder. Of course, his mother, Belen, has been buzzing his ears about it. She showed him the photograph, into which he so greedily bit his gaze for several days.

At the age of seventeen, Pablo made his debut in the main team of Barcelona. It was like a punch in the gut for a girl who was hanging out with the reserve team in the Segunda. She could have sworn: if she had the chance, she would have strangled Pablo that day. Of course, her debut was also not long in coming, it happened when she was eighteen. But eighteen-year-old girl sat more menacing than the blackest clouds.

Pablo Paez Gavira outplayed her. Three times.

He won Golden boy trophy. He won Copa trophy. He was called up for the World Cup.

Gavi won this race.

She was sitting in this hall, being in Paris, all so beautiful, in a pretty black dress. Nearby were his parents, her parents, Aurora, his older sister. He stands on the stage, firmly holding his second trophy. And Sarah kept wanting to run away and burst into tears. She didn't even hear the guy bursting on stage in front of the crowd that looked at him so admiringly. They all thought that Gavi was a real treasure, a kind of miracle child. But they didn't know the whole truth. Sarah Hernandez, damn it, grew up with him, and she could tell what was really hidden behind those sweet eyes and charming smile.

— Pick up your jaw, Hernandez. — the guy grins, approaching Sarah, who was standing apart from everyone. In his hands, of course, was this beautiful trophy, into which she eagerly bit her gaze. He seemed to deliberately show it in front of her face in order to annoy even more. Hernandez clenches her fists tightly, not even noticing how hard her nails dig into her palms.

— Bravo, the best young player in Europe! — The girl grins, brushing herself off and trying not to look him in the eyes. — What a meaningful award. Of course, the Ballon d'Or is nothing compared to this.

— I've always liked the way you get angry. — Gavi clicks his tongue in satisfaction. — A treat for my eyes.

Hernandez glares at him displeasedly. The black tuxedo, custom-made for him, fit him perfectly. It was quite loose, so as not to hinder any movement, but at the same time perfectly demonstrated the reliefs of his body. The girl confidently pokes him in the chest with her finger; one time, two times, until he lowers his eyes.

— My darling, — she hisses through clenched teeth. — listen here. You haven't seen me get angry yet, and I don't think you want to see it.

— Oh, so when I broke your leg, you weren't angry, dear?

What an idiot.

Sarah opens her mouth to answer him, but journalists literally fly up to them, pointing cameras in the face and begging for permission to take a picture. Gavi confidently pulls her to him by the waist and smiles so fakely that the girl involuntarily turns away. Unlike Pablo, she did not know how to rebuild so quickly, and therefore she needed some time to tune in to communication with journalists. The touch of his hand on her waist burned uncomfortably, and she stretches all over to feel it less. But he was too close to her; so much so that it was hard to even breathe.

— Come on, princess, put a smile on your pretty face. — Pablo hisses without opening his lips, and the girl obediently shows the reporters a wry smile.

— Take your hand off. — she feels a muscle twitch in her face. — Right now.

Sarah pulls his hand back, as soon as the cameras go down. So fast, slovenly, abruptly; Pablo did not even expect this. She leaves quickly, probably to her parents, just to get away from him and from this shame. So much effort, and for what? For this boy to run around the field and shine with his pretty face, so everyone immediately began to consider him the best? No, she won't leave it that easy, no way.

Sarah Hernandez hated Pablo Gavira and she was willing to do anything to prove that she was the best.