Sure Thing • Gavi

Chapter 10: Stay Away From Me

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It was August by now. Barcelona had completed their summer tour with wins against Real Madrid and AC Milan, but had fallen against Arsenal. I hadn't heard from Gavi since the day after I got sick, where I texted him that I was on my way home. As he had said he would be back in town at the beginning of the month and I was expecting a text from him sometime soon. On the 5th, it was his birthday and I sent him a really nice birthday message, to which he replied three days later with just a dry "Thanks".

The girls had noticed my disappointment and scheduled a girl's night out to drag me out of my rabbit hole. Before leaving the office for the restaurant we were meeting at, I decided to text Pablo one more time, just to say that I tried. I still hadn't gotten his phone number and again, I had to slide in his DMs.

vicky.hernandez
Hey, I hope you had a nice few days off before training resumed. I'd love to take that lunch/dinner offer sometime, maybe this week?

He didn't reply immediately, which I also didn't expect, so I threw my phone into my bag and drove to my girl's dinner. The whole evening, I had my phone out, hoping and waiting for an answer, and it came, while we were ordering desserts.

pablogavi
Hey, I did, thanks. For the time being, I think we should just stay a bit away from each other, there's a lot coming up for me now. Take care

"How RUDE!" Chiara exclaimed when she had read the text.
"Oi! Waiter, I think we need another jug of Sangría please!" Ana immediately said while I stuffed my phone back into my bag angrily.
"I'm so sorry Vicky, he did seem really nice, I wouldn't have expected that." Irene said and stroked my arm.
"Ah, don't worry, it's probably for the best. He's young and certainly not looking for an old hag like me. I'm 24, I need to start looking for a guy to marry, maybe I should give Carlos a chance..." I blabbered.
"Ok. We're not *that* desperate yet" Ana said and our table erupted in laughter.

We really drank a lot and then Irene had the glorious idea to go to a nearby club, something she would probably deeply regret the next morning. But we were having fun and following the flow of the evening. Irene's family was quite well known in Barcelona and that's why we didn't have to queue, but the bouncer let us in immediately. We went straight to the bar to have another round of shots, before we sat down at a free table on the edge of the dancefloor.

"Ok, who's up for a round of chica's truth or dare?" Chiara shrieked and we all howled with laughter, ready to get our group's favourite game started.

Gavi POV

Man, the session today was intense, but I was feeling good. After cooking myself a quick dinner, which probably looked disgusting to the average Spaniard, I slumped down on my couch and opened up Netflix to browse for something to watch. I settled on a few episodes of Drive to Survive before getting ready for bed as I had a morning training session again tomorrow.

After scrolling on my phone for a few more minutes, I put it away and turned off the light, but in that moment my phone buzzed from getting a phone call.

Instagram Videochat
Incoming call...
vicky.hernandez

I really debated picking up, I had been clear in my last message, I didn't want any distractions this season. But the feelings for her were just stronger and I slid to accept. I was hit with loud music and a very very dark screen coming from her side and I could see just the outlines of her face.
"Vicky... how... where are you?!" I asked.
"I'm in line because I have to pee really really bad" she giggled.
"Have you been drinking?" I asked and sat up in my bed.
She chuckled. "Yeah I have Mr Fancy Football."
"Listen to me, please go home right now" I said urgently. I didn't like her being out in this vulnerable state alone, even if she probably was with some friends.
"You're so bossy! Vicky... let's go for lunch... No, stay away from me Vicky, I don't want you. Come here, I'll put my strong arm around you... No, get away, get away" she mimicked apparently me with a deep voice.
"That's it. Tell me where you are" I said and stood up from my bed, ready to drive away and get her.
"I'm far, far away from you" she giggled.
"Which club, what's the name?" I said more urgently.
"I don't know, I gotta go, bye" she said and hung up. Shit.

It was a long shot but I think I remembered the lights of where she was standing from my friend's Instagram story. It was a super fancy club, honestly I wouldn't have thought that to be her scene. I quickly pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of long trousers, grabbed my car keys and got going. I had arrived in the street of the club and fuck, there were only parallel parking slots. I didn't have the concentration for that now so I just drove right in front of the club and left my car there. A bouncer immediately came up to me, wanting to tell me to move my car from there, but he stopped when he saw my face.

"Mr Gavi... What an honour..." he stammered.
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, I'll just go in and out real quick" I said and walked into the club while all the people queuing roared when they saw me. Great, I hoped they wouldn't Twitter about me being here at this time of the night, or I would get a whole lot of trouble from Xavi tomorrow.

After quickly scanning the room I saw the girls at a table with lots and lots of empty shot glasses and two or three bottles of Vodka. I was standing behind a table with some older guys dressed in suit pants and shirts, apparently coming straight from an office. The music was loud but I could still hear one of the girls shouting: "Vicky! I dare you to go make out with one of those finance guys there!"
No, no, no, please Vicky, don't. My feet were glued to the floor, I couldn't move and my heart broke when she stood up and walked to one of the guys in front of me. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and it was the most painful thing I ever had to see. Then, she pushed him back down to one of the seats on his table and with him now out of her sight, her eyes fell on me and she froze.

I quickly walked up to her, took her arm and said: "We're going."
"Ooohhh are you the boyfriend?" one of the guys joked and all his friends howled in laughter.
"You should shut up. You're wearing a wedding band - shouldn't you be at home with your wife instead of making out with random girls?" I said angrily.
I dragged Vicky over to her table and shouted at the girls: "I am taking her home and I'll call you guys an Uber which will be outside in 5. Pack up." I said in a bossy tone I usually only used on the pitch.

I dragged Vicky to my car, opened the passenger door for her and she stumbled inside, while I walked over to my side. I fired up the engine and started driving.
"What's your address?" I asked.
"I'm not telling you." she said sternly, she was fucking pissed at me.
"Good, then we're going to my place" I said and accelerated.

We were there in just a few minutes and she didn't talk to me all the time, until we had gotten back to my apartment and I was now walking to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.
"Drink" I said.
"I already told you, I don't like your bossy tone with me. I'm old enough and can take care of myself on a night out" she barked.
"Oh, yeah, great care it is when you shove your tongue into a married man's mouth" I said angrily.
"This stuff happens. I know it's hard for your innocent little brain to wrap your head around this. Of course I didn't know he was married, it was just a game!" she defended herself.
"Very mature game. And then you talk as if I'm a little boy" I scoffed.

"You know what made me drink tonight? You and your stupid text message!" she shouted.
"And still, here I am, having gotten up at 1am to come pick you up from a club, which will probably get me into a lot of trouble with my coach. But I did it because you're constantly on my mind!" I shouted back.
"Then stop thinking about me!" she shouted again.
"I can't!!" I shouted back.

Her face fell serious and she got up.
"I'm going home now." she said.
"Like hell you are" I scoffed and walked over to my room to find a t-shirt and some joggers for her to wear.
"Get changed" I said and pushed her into the bathroom. There, I quickly opened a cupboard and took out a fresh toothbrush.
"All ready for some girl guests at night" she said, rolling her eyes. I just shot her a look. She knew damn well that I wasn't a player.

While she was in the bathroom, I took a pillow and a pile blanket and set myself up in the living room.
"The trousers are a bit too big" she said when she came out wearing just my white cotton Barça t-shirt and nothing underneath. Or at least I hoped she still had her panties on. She walked over to the kitchen and I automatically followed her.

"Like what you see?" she asked while seating herself on the counter.
I gulped. Of course I did. I could see her stiff nipples underneath the white fabric and her shirt had ridden up a bit on the sides, revealing some black lacy underwear.
She giggled. "Your friend down there seems to like it, maybe I should blow him" she said and wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me closer to her. I was now standing between her legs and could feel her hot alcohol breath on my neck. I had to try my everything to stay composed.

"But maybe we should stay away from each other" she sighed, loosened the grip around me and hopped down from the counter.
"You can have my room" I said and she nodded, not looking back at me.