Bad Reputation - Mapi León

Chapter One

Could we get 30⭐️ for the next chapter?

Enjoy!

Heaps of sweaty bodies. Flashing lights. Stench of alcohol.

Jana María Flores hated all of these things—regardless, she allowed herself to be dragged by her best friend Rosa into the club in the centre of Barcelona.

"Slow down, Rosa!" The brunette yelled over the loud music, obviously not heard as she collided with many dancing bodies before she eventually escaped the erratic crowd, "Next time, we could walk around."

"Where's the fun in that, amiga?" Rosa winked, unapologetically stealing a cup of unknown content from a person's hand and drinking it until it was gone.

Jana's jaw dropped at her friend's party girl behaviour, yet she wasn't a stranger to it—having been a victim to Rosa's constant partying and being dragged out to clubs for numerous years.

"Why are we even here?" Jana questioned, leaning against her intoxicated friend so that her words could be heard.

"It's my friend's birthday, I told you." Flicking the brunette's head causing her to groan, Rosa laughed loudly at this and pulled them once more towards the VIP area.

"Which friend is this again?" The brunette asked in concern, scared as to where her friend was taking her—after all, Jana didn't know that Rosa knew anyone who could afford this, despite her job.

"Footballer."

It was a rarity that Jana Flores would ever feel intimidated, but as she entered the VIP area and was welcomed by the majority of the FC Barcelona women's team, she couldn't help but blush under their scrutinising stares.

"That really narrows it down." The brunette gritted through her teeth, watching as Rosa sprinted off out of her grip and greeted them all, obnoxiously loud.

Jana knew who each one of them were, after all her entire family were culers—especially her mother, the most passionate one in the family after her father, who had passed away two years ago due to lung cancer.

She was the oldest of two other brothers, Joseph who was twenty-one, and Matteo who was the youngest at seventeen. They teased their older sister about being a grandma at twenty-seven.

"You made it!" A tall brunette with a kind face jumped up out of her seat to tightly embrace Rosa, which her friend screamed at the contact and jumped with the unknown woman in her arms, "Is she drunk?"

"Can't you tell?" Jana rolled her eyes, patting her friend's back as Rosa attempted to sit down—instead opting to grab a bottle of champagne and drink the remnants, "She's usually like this..."

"Trust me, I know. I'm guessing you're Jana?" The kind athlete smiled, sitting beside the brunette and watched as she solely drank from her water bottle—finding it odd after all they were in a club, and everyone else was drunk.

"You'd be correct. Sorry, I don't know who you are..."

"Ingrid. I play for Norway, too." That was when Jana realised who was in front of her, eyes widening as she slammed down her water bottle and began to apologise profusely, "It's okay, really."

"My mama is a big fan of you.. She'd kill me if she found out I talked to you and didn't take a picture." Jana smiled nervously, taking out her phone when the athlete nodded understandably at her words and snapped a photo of the two—sending it to the family group chat.

"So, do you live in Barcelona?"

"I recently moved from Manchester." Jana stopped at that, smiling when confusion appeared on Ingrid's face—obviously wanting to know more, but didn't question her out of respect, "You'll find out soon."