𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭, olive

❝ what if i told you i'm a mastermind? ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"This is shit!" Isabel complains for the thousandth time.

Not only did she drag me out here to watch them play, she's been angry which makes her intolerable.

They're playing against Getafe and they're down 3-0. They should've got a penalty earlier but the referee decided against it, which made them a hundred times angrier.

Pablo got a yellow card, which is pretty normal for that angry bird. Xavi got sent off with a red card. Yet, Pedri seems to be cheering on everyone at all times.

It's half time right now. Every Getafe fan is more than excited while the Culers keep on screaming and cursing.

I gotta admit, Getafe is playing pretty good. But if the guys stopped nagging and focused they could easily win. The strategy is right in front of their noses, I don't know how the replacing coach still hasn't fixes those obvious things.

"I fucking hate that referee and everyone cheering for those yelling neon banana players." Isabel sits back down after a long run of cursing.

"You should hate the replacing coach. Dude has no idea what he's doing." I tell her as she reclaims her breath, sitting down.

She turns her head towards me, all that screaming got her pretty sweaty. "What do you mean?" She frowns.

"Well," I sit up from my comfortable seating position which was me basically asleep on the uncomfortable chair. "Romeu ain't doing shit so remove him and get me Gundogan in. Get Pedri and Lewa in front of this goddamn goal to get a shot. Bring in Ale with Jules, Araujo and Joao to attack. Someone should really be focusing on Mayoral, that guy's on fire today. The goal keeper has a tendency to jump on the left when the balls coming his way, shoot right. Their attack isn't as good as their defense so once in possession of the ball immediately go to it, no hesitation. And lastly, get a VAR referee to check the foul from Iglesias on Alonso earlier on minute 12, that's a clear hands that no one noticed." I say it all so fast I take a huge breath after my last word.

"How the hell did you notice all that!? Look at you! I thought you were asleep or dead for a while!" Isabel basically yells at my face.

"I don't know what to tell you babe, I just notice things." I act casual, sitting back in the chair, crossing my arms and closing my eyes for a bit. My brain has its ups and downs. remembering everything can as much of a pro factor as a con factor.

She stands back up, and leans against the metal bar separating us from the field. The only person still on the field is Frenkie who was arguing with the referee and is now walking back in.

Isabel yells out his name so high, I think the people all the way in the back heard her. He turns his head towards us, and heads towards our direction instead of inside to the lockers.

He sprints towards us so fast, I don't know why. "What's up, Isa? Something wrong? Do you feel umm... sick?"

"Sick? Why would I feel sick?"

"He thinks you're having a panic attack." I tell her, eyes still closed, after immediately knowing what he meant when he said sick in a weird way. Poor him, he looks so innocent and just wants to help.