BEATS (Book 1) - English Version

Chapter one (1/2)

Portugal. 

I love coming to Portugal. 

But for some reason, tonight isn't one of my best nights in this country. I don't know why, but something inside me is more restless than usual. My heart is beating more excitedly than usual, and my mind has been wandering so much since I stepped into the stadium that it's been a bit difficult for me to concentrate and not hear all the noise and conversations around me.

It's strange. 

Normally, I can focus and shut everything out... but today is different. Something is distracting me, but I don't know what it is, and it's getting on my nerves.

"I think... am I nervous?" I tell my brother after a few minutes of silence.

"Huh?" He looks at my face, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. And if it's not that, I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm... agitated."

His gaze scans from my face to my feet, then he smiles.

"I think you're nervous because I brought Chris, and you don't like it when he comes."

Ah, that makes sense.

"Maybe," I shrug and then slump my body against the back of the chair. "It's dangerous. People go crazy."

"Don't look at me," he says, rolling his eyes. "There was no soul that could tell that kid he couldn't come to support his godfather. Not even Julie."

I smile proudly and drop my head back, satisfied.

I'm completely in love with my godson too.

"I only gave in this time because of him. And because I doubled the security. But I don't want him to come again until he's like fifteen."

"You'll have to tell him that yourself," he retorts, trying not to tell me to screw off. "You're the one spoiling him."

"Excuse me?" I straighten up suddenly, irritated. "I'm not spoiling him. I just spend time with my godson and try to instill the discipline part of a sport like this in him. It's not my fault that he has more of my genes running through his veins than yours."

I laugh heartily when he throws a cushion at my face, and his lips curl even more when I manage to dodge it without much effort.

The perks of having very good reflexes.

"Idiot."

"I love you too, little brother."

"Screw you."

My laughter fills the place... until Julie appears with red eyes and a panicked face.

"I can't find Chris."

Damn!