Sure Thing • Gavi

Chapter 20: Separation

🎶 feel like shit — Tate McRae 🎶

"No way he said that!" Irene exclaimed while we were having lunch during our break at a restaurant near our office.
"He did" I said and shrugged.
"I'm so sorry, he really did seem into you Vicky... Do you think it was really a breakup or just a fight?" she asked.
"It can't be a breakup if there's nothing to break up, Irene. We weren't dating. He had fears and doubts and after what probably was a bad day for him, he lashed out, as that is part of his character and said what was on his mind instead of sitting down and discussing it with me." I said calmly. Inside, I was furious, but I managed to maintain a calm exterior.
"Yeah, but-" Irene said, but I cut her off.
"No but, Irene. I can't live in fear that he lashes out the next time because I cooked tomato sauce instead of pesto. It was a nice flirt, it was fun, but that's it." I said sternly.

But fate was making fun of me, when my phone chimed in the exact second I had finished my sentence.

Pablo Páez Gavira
Vicky, I'm so sorry for lashing out yesterday, can we please meet up and talk about it?
I'm really, really sorry 😞

I showed the text to Irene, who commented: "See, he wants to make up, he likes you!"
"Is it going to be like this every two weeks? No, maybe he's really too young for me and for a serious relationship. I can't waste my time" I said and stuffed the phone into my bag.

Work kept me busy, but the next day, in the middle of our reporter's meeting, a delivery guy knocked and showed up into the conference room.
"Um... Is Miss Hernandez here?" he asked, clearly uncomfortable to have braces into a meeting.
"That's me" I said and stood up.
He pulled out a huge bouquet of roses from his cart and handed it to me. Then I had to sign a paper that he had delivered the goods to me. I didn't even need to read the card that went with it, but I did nonetheless.

I am truly sorry. Please call me.
Yours, Pablito

"Can we continue Miss Hernandez?" my boss asked me and I nodded, leaving the flowers in a corner. When we were done with our meeting, I went downstairs to the receptionist and asked her to decorate the waiting area with these flowers as I didn't need them. Then I threw away the card in the next bin I came across.

When I returned home on Friday, I couldn't believe my eyes. Pablo was standing in front of my apartment building.
"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly when I walked up to the entrance door.
"Saying sorry. I... I shouldn't have reacted ike that. I had a bad day and lashed out and I know I shouldn't have. I really regret it." he said, sounding quite desperate.
"Look, Pablo. You just didn't spit out those phrases because those words were the first ones that came to your mind. You had thoughts, doubts and fears and instead of talking them out with me, you just threw those accusations against me in your anger. It just shows that maybe you are not ready for a serious relationship yet, and that's... what I'm looking for. I do wish you all the best for your future though and I'm sure you'll find the right girl for you when your time is right" I said and smiled at him before making my way inside.

Saturday night I went out with my friends to get my mind off of Pablo, who was still on my mind. It wasn't just a stupid crush I had, I really liked him. On Sunday, Kike dragged me out into the city for some daydrinking and tapas in the afternoon. With my luck, the bar we were sitting at, had a huge TV that was visible from the table we were sat at. Even though I was sat with my back facing the TV, I noticed the cheers of everyone around me when Barca shot a goal in the first time.

Kike was just telling me about his new colleagues when his eyes suddenly diverted to the screen and everyone gasped while he mumbled "Oh my God".
In an automatic reaction, I also turned around to look at the screen, and what I saw, made my heart stand still. Pablo was lying on the floor, holding his head with one hand and looking heavily in pain. A medical team rushed to him and apparently it was something with his ear. There was blood coming out of it and it was just terrible to look at.

Gavi POV

The minute the door slammed shut, I closed my eyes. Fuck, what had I done. But instead of calming down, I just got angrier, how could I be this stupid to shout at her like that when all she had done was being lovely as always.

The next day, when I had come down from my rage, I tried to text her, but she didn't answer. My friends were very disappointed about my behaviour and I followed their advice and sent her some flowers, but she gave no sign. By Friday I was desperate enough to show up at her door, but she just completely dismissed me. Hell, she wasn't even mad at me, she was extremely composed and mature, although I still noticed a hurt undertone in her voice.

On Sunday, we had to play against Osasuna, which also marked my 100th match for Barca. The social media team wanted to take lots of pictures of me, but I just wasn't ready to put a sincere smile on my face yet, so I dismissed them and told them we should just do the pictures when we're back in Barcelona tomorrow. They only half-obliged, insisting on at least one picture with the team and my 100-shirt after the game in the dressing room. I hoped that we would at least win so that I could look somewhat happy. My heart was broken and only I was to blame for it.

During the match, I tried to give my all to get at least one thing right in life, but I paid quite the price for it after a duel with Ruben Garcia. My ear and head hurt so bad and I felt the blood flowing out of it. The medical staff rushed to me and closed the cut with some staples. That fucking hurt like hell, it could compare to the pain that I was feeling in my heart. At least we won the match and were back on a plane to Barcelona where we arrived in the heart of the night. I took my car and drove back to my apartment, but shortly before I had to turn left into my garage, I saw a way too familiar face pacing up and down in front of the gates to my apartment's complex.

I rolled down the window of my car.
"Vicky?" I shouted incredulously. Her head shot up to the direction where my voice was coming from and our eyes met.