Last Champagne

Chapter 19 - 21

Chapter 19 – Man Of The Match

"You have a very sweet fan, Ike," said Fez to Isaac by phone that night.

"Huh?"

"Camila. She said you met her at the paddock club this afternoon?"

"Camila? How do you know, did you meet her? When?"

"Yes, this afternoon. What do you think I did post-dnf ( *dnf = did not finish* )? Stuck, doing nothing in the motorhome? No way, I'd better go for a walk. Then I met Camila. Such a sweet girl, huh."

Isaac chuckled. "Damn, you got your eyes on her? So what, have you made her your fan now, not mine anymore?"

"Wow, I have no idea whether she supports me more or supports you right now. But one thing is clear, she is a very sweet girl, still young and innocent. Nobody has ever touched her."

Isaac was surprised. "Heh, you didn't mess with that girl, did you?"

Fez's turn to laugh. "Why should I not do all kinds of things, if she also wants to be with me?"

"Fez! You bastard, she's still a kid! She's still 15 years old! Not old enough for you to mess around with!"

"Ah, 15 years is old enough. Why, are you angry, to know that I'm taking advantage of your fans?"

"I mean... Camila isn't an adult yet! Are you insane, how come you have the heart to be a bastard like that? Did you sleep with her? You took her virginity?!"

Fez laughed. "As long as she gave me her consent, it's not a big deal, it has nothing to do with whether I have a heart or not."

"Damn. You're such an asshole, you know?! Get your senses right, your behavior is very negative."

"Hm, whatever you say. You don't know how bad my mood was. Even now, when I remember what happened this afternoon, still I can't accept that. What's wrong with me looking for personal pleasure?"

Isaac shook his head, Fez will likely never recover from his negative behavior, he thought. Even with virgin girls, whom he didn't know, he dare to do that?

***

June 2017 Madrige, Slocean.

It has been almost a month since Royce and Eastland's national team have been in Slocean, taking part in a series of Euro 2017 Cup matches. Thanks to their hard work and great luck, the Eastland national team has made it into the semifinals. Their chances of defending the Euro Cup trophy are wide open, and they will try their best to make their dreams happen.

That morning Royce was having breakfast with his national teammates while chatting and joking a bit, releasing their tenses before starting the intense training that they will undergo in preparation for fighting Slocean in the upcoming semifinal.

Royce's cell phone rang. Royce immediately replied, "Hello?"

"Hey, Royce!" Fez's voice was heard from the other side.

"Hey, Fez. How are you?"

"Fine, thanks. Congrats, bro, as I knew from the very beginning, Eastland would make it to the semifinals, and the finals, of course! I watched the live stream of your game last night against the Frenchye. 1-0. You were the top scorer again. You are always able to score such spectacular goals! That's just ... amazing. You are Eastland's hero," said Fez, as if he didn't give Royce a chance to interrupt or answer.

"Are you done yet? Is it my turn now to speak?"

Fez laughed. "Sorry. Yea, it's now your turn!"

"You sounded so happy. Thank God. Your mood had been bad lately. Because of ... that trouble."