dumb blonde | pablo gavi

01

Sarah quickly runs home and immediately throws her bag on the dark parquet. For some reason, Alba, her mother, asked her to come home much earlier than usual, and this made the girl a little tense. There was some noise coming from the living room, and Hernandez immediately knew that someone was there. She slowly pulls off her sneakers and walks forward to the source of the sounds to find a set dining table and her mother with Belen Gavira sitting behind it. Wonderful. Absolutely great. Sarah smiles tightly, leaning against the doorframe as she waits for attention.

— Sunny, I didn't even notice that you came. — Alba stand up from her chair to hug her daughter. — Do you want to eat?The pasta is on the stove, it seems that it hasn't cooled down yet.

— Later, mum. — Sarah replies curtly, rubbing her face wearily. — I want to get some rest first.

Belen smiled sweetly and Hernandez greeted her as she walked over and hugged her too. Sarah still can't understand how such a nice woman can have such a nasty son. She was always by her side, always, and the girl perceived her as a second mother. And so, no matter how much she hated her youngest child, she loved Belen immensely.

Sarah quickly walked down the corridor to her room and opened the door, but at the next second she sighed tiredly. Of course, since Belen was here, so was her lousy son. Gavira collapsed on the bed, washing off the blanket under him, and carefully peered into the phone. After he noticed her silhouette in the doorway, the guy smiled impudently, exposing the dimples on his cheeks, but he didn't plan to get up at all. He was feeling quite comfortable and he didn't care that she probably didn't like this. The girl rolls her eyes theatrically, not wanting to show her displeasure; after all, their parents were there and she didn't want them to hear something.

— Come on, Santana. — Pablo grins, slapping the bed. — Have a seat.

— Stop being familiar, Pablo. — the blonde walks into the room and immediately goes to the wardrobe. After a grueling workout she was terribly eager to take a shower and change clothes. — And fix the bed, I beg you.

— That's not the way to talk to guests, darling.

Sarah sighs tiredly, clutching her shorts and T-shirt to her chest. It was not at all in her plans to have an argument with Pablo, but she was not going to endure him either.

— You're not guest here, Pablo. And anyway, why aren't you with Eric?

Eric was her beloved older brother. And another reason why she hated Pablo.

Sarah idolized her brother, really. After all, they both grew up to be complete opposites. The little girl followed Eric everywhere like a ponytail, not leaving him even for a second. And, most surprisingly, her brother himself never left her alone. Of course, she was annoying, and of course , it was not always interesting to be with her, but she was his beloved little sister. And everything was fine until Pablo Paez Gavira appeared in their lives. But don't think that Pablo was some kind of monster. Thus, Sarah only saw him like this and no one else. The little boy was insanely interested in Eric, who, although only a couple of years older, seemed surprisingly mature. He was always drawn to him, like Sarah herself, without noticing that he was taking all the attention of the girl's older brother. And even though she knew that she would always be Eric's priority, Sarah still hated Pablo.

— Your brother is roaming around again, no one knows where. So, I have no alternative but to annoy you.

Gavira jumps out of bed and walks over to the girl as she closes the wardrobe door. To their common happiness, their meetings were not very frequent. Both Pablo and Sarah constantly disappeared in training sessions. How long had he not seen her this time? Probably three or four months, if not even more. So this short argument was the perfect opportunity to get a better look at each other.