𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+) || 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈

Chapter 2

                              

"You've never left my mind, since the day we first met..."

                                   ~~~~

         Gavi shakily inhaled a lungful of air as Ansu impatiently pushed the doors of the gym wide open. And he would've been motionless out of unease cramping up his throat if the older boy hadn't grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him inside with haste.

The Catalan's eyes made a quick scan of the huge expanse of fitness equipments before he finally zeroed-in on the group by the bright window standing beside the exercise bikes.

Fuck...

His eyes widened in realisation at the all - too - familiar figure and immediately the buzzing in his head went silent...initiating a different kind of tingling sensation originating from the very core of  his spine travelling all the way to the tips of his fingers.

Pedri...

And as dramatic as it may sound,  the world suddenly came to a halt for the younger. Pedri was no different than a myth or a legend; straight out of a storybook, his accomplishments beyond compare and his skills a work of art.

Gavi felt as though he was looking at something he should be seeing only placed within glass cabinets in a museum.

And before his mind could cope with the amount of sheer adrenaline in his blood, he was standing before the group of three men huddled together; Pedri Gonzalez, Eric Garcia and Ferran Torres.

They turned towards the approaching youngsters in unison as if on cue.

"Goodmorning!" Ansu spoke with a tone slightly more respectful and formal  than he'd done with the others they'd met prior to the group, "This is our new signing and my old teammate from La Masia, Pablo Gavi. "

Pablo nodded awkwardly at them, trying his best to put up a smile, which looked more like a nervous twitch of his lips.

"Nice to meet you, Gavi! I've heard a lot about your play. " Ferran spoke cheerily, patting the younger on the back in a welcoming gesture.

"Yeah yeah " Eric agreed " I've watched you play a couple times,  you're promising, I must say..."

The younger blushed at the vague compliments, and scratched his neck while he tried his best to reply with gratitude.

Eric and Ferran were two players that he'd grown up watching alongside Pedri, and to say they were phenomenal was an understatement. They were legends of the game themselves and to receive such words of praise from the pair wasn't even on Gavi's wishlist, simply cause he felt it was impossible.

But he was standing right now, before them. And this was his reality.

"Xavi's kid right? The Golden Boy, is that what they call you? ..." Pedri's sudden words sounded like a taunt..

Gavi quickly shook the thoughts away before they could pester his entire existence and poison his soul.

"Y-Yes, Sir..." He stuttered, unable to find a proper term to address him, while he stared at a fixed point on the ground,  hesitant to meet eyes with his idol.

"Please, call me Pedro. " his silky voice requested and Gavi finally looked up into the older's dark gaze his hazel eyes burned into the younger's soul, while his lips twitched in amusement; a smirk with twisted intentions...