𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, pedri

❝ i promise that you'll never find another like me. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

I still have no idea how the hell we just won. Everyone's still processing as we jump around like idiots.

Our first match of the season. We were all pretty hopeless coming into the locker room after the first half. Until Frenkie stormed in, forced me and Pablo out along with the assistant coach who took over Xavi's place since he got sent off mid first half.

Following Frenkie back out, I never expected Olive to be giving me orders and me to be following them. Yet, here we are. All celebrating our first win because of the woman who saved our asses.

Also saved me from injury. I have no idea how she noticed my foot was hurting. I didn't. Sure it was hurting a bit, I just thought my muscles were tired after the summer break.

She basically changed Frenkie's whole technique and earned him MVP. She should be getting that prize. She really saved us. From both humiliation and Xavi's post match yelling.

"Locker room. Now." Pablo mutters as he passes me, tapping my shoulder.

I frown, he seems too serious for someone who just scored the winning goal. Something's wrong. I follow him in, jogging to catch him up.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Xavi asked for me and you." He answers. Can't be good. We always get a post talk match with coach but if he just asked for me and Pablo alone, something must be wrong.

"Ah, shit." What the hell did we do? The season just started. There's no way we could've already fucked it up.

He's probably already mad from the red card earlier. I don't think we're getting a treat anytime now.

We walk into our lockers, both of us pretty scared as we see Xavi, pacing around, hands crossed, a frown on his face.

"Coach?" I speak up, making him notice our presence. He stops walking and relaxes his hands as he stands in front of us.

"What the hell did you two do?" He gets straight to the point, no sugarcoating.

"What did we do?" Pablo looks even more confused than me as he stared at Xavi.

"Did you take drugs before that second half? Because there's no way you guys just came in, got out and started playing like beasts who basically predicted every move from the other team." Oh thank God that's just it. I thought we maybe killed someone in our sleep accidentally or some fucked up shit.

"Coach..." I chuckle lightly in relief. "We just went over the first half, got off our asses and did something useful."

His expression makes it seem as if he isn't totally happy with my answer which makes my smile drop. "I promise we didn't do any drugs. We just had some help."

"Help?" His arms cross themselves again.

"My sister's friend." He tilts his head, his eyebrows narrowing, hinting for me to explain more. "She's like super smart, she noticed some stuff and told us." I'm not the best explanator. That's why I'm not a teacher. Also because I'm not even sure explanator is a word.

He seems done with us as he rolls his eyes and gets his phone out of his pocket. He taps away on it before bringing it to his ear.

"Entra aqui. Ahora. (Get in here. Now.)" He orders god knows who and hangs up almost immediately after speaking. He then looks back at us as he puts his phone back in his pocket. "Get the girl here. I want to believe your bullshit."

"Yes, sir." Pablo answers before me. He walks to his locker, gets his phone out and I'm guessing is texting Isabel. "They're coming." He puts his phone back in the locker and stands next to me again.