The Player Swap Up

Chapter 8

Cristiano POV

I arrived at practice early hoping to see Alex there. She wasn't, I was only momentarily disappointed. Lie.

I heard Marcelo walking in "Hey! How'd your date go?" He said wiggling his eyebrows at me

"How did you know? Did the paparazzi get pictures?" I asked alarmed

He shook his head "No Alex texted and asked for help yesterday, needed help with an outfit."

She texted Marcelo for help? I thought we had a manager or something for her to do that with. That's a girl.

"Dude, calma! She's alone here, she needed a friend, granted she probably needed a girl friend but she doesn't have any here. I helped her out. Like Ancelotti said to do. Remember? You are to help her with anything and make her welcome." He said in his "best accent" he calls Ancelotti two.

"Oh." I said thoughtfully. I didn't even think of that. Her family and team are back in the US. Her life is in the US.

"So how was it?" He asked again

"It was great, so great. She's funny, nice, shy, sweet. I could go on." I murmered still thinking

This could end terribly

"Marc, do you think this is a bad idea? She's from the states, a world away."

"So? You and Irina were the same distance." He pointed out

"Yeah. Look how well that ended up."

"Okay that's true, but Alex isn't Irina. Thank God for that. She's kind, and more humble than Irina will ever be." He said matter if factly

I nodded "Yeah you're right."

He got out a ball and we began to pass back and forth. "Are you going to go out again?"

"I hope so." I wonder if we would.

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This is a really short chapter but I promise to update again today. One in Alex POV, I'm going to speed it up a bit tho, like do *three months later* etc