How hard can it be to fall in love with a football player when you're afraid of footballs...?
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Helping out her best friend by playing the lead in that music video project for university had seemed like an easy enough feat for art student Lorelai...
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There was a sinking feeling in her gut.
No, wrong. That didn't even come close to describing what Lorelai felt right now. She was hot, then cold, a shiver was running down her spine. Her throat suddenly felt dry and it was difficult to swallow. She felt lightheaded. The palms of her hands suddenly felt sweaty. And she seriously felt as if her ass was hurting from the big bite she had just received in there.
»There you are!« Fernando exclaimed upon seeing her, happiness oozing out of every fibre of his being.
Oh God!, was the only thing she could think. Her eyes widened as she watched the two newcomers enter the café. This could not be seriously happening!
Stella said something, but Lorelai couldn't really make out what came out of her mouth; there were too many words. Still in shock, all Lorelai could do was stare at Fernando, who followed his cousin to the counter.
The cousins were clad in familiar clothing as the other day at »La Fianna« — Fernando had the hipster look down to a nudge with his dark-rimmed glasses, scarf and rather tight trousers, while Stella, as soon as she'd gotten rid of her fuzzy bright white coat (had a Fraggle or a Muppet been killed for this?) once again wore a dress edging on lingerie; it was dark blue, short, tight, shining silkily and looked too cold for temperatures below the freezing point. Her long dark brown hair was falling around her shoulders like a waterfall.
»Hey, Lorelai!« the girl greeted her with a bright smile as she walked towards the counter. »How are— oh my God!« Stella stopped herself in mid-sentence. She came to a hold beside Neymar and gave him a disbelieving look. »You're Neymar! It's you! Wow! Hi! I'm Stella! It's so nice to meet you!«
Neymar gave Lorelai an apologetic look — he probably assumed this was only going to be one of his fan-girl run-ins — before politely smiling at the young girl and answering her that, yes, it was him, and nice to meet you too. That's when she actually squealed and continued on her torrent of words, leaving the footballer close to no chance to speak up and look at Lorelai for help.
She was about to explain the peculiar girl to him when she felt arms embrace her around her midsection, pulling her back into a firm, warm and definitely masculine body. Automatically, her hands came to rest upon the arms holding her — more out of shock and the feeling of losing her ground than an actual desire to hold on. Second mistake.
»Hey you,« she heard Fernando whisper into her ear in a flirtatious voice. He pressed her even closer.
Her stomach did a somersault; and not a good one! Dear universe, was that supposed to sound romantic? It sounded obnoxious, self-assured, and overconfident. Like he was showing off. Showing her off!
She was too late, too slow, to get out of his embrace. Third mistake. Fernando used exactly that moment, when the thought distracted her for a second, to plant a kiss on her cheek. Lorelai pulled a face, grabbed his hands and pulled on them to get rid of his arms around her. A second later, she stepped out of his embrace and turned around to face him, stepping farther away from him.
