𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 || 𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙞

𝗻 𝗶 𝗻 𝗲

JEALOUS
"he doesn't really hate her. he just hates that she makes him feel things he claims doesn't exist"

~mallory~

after literally hours of searching, my stomach is growling in pain, my head is pounding hard against my skull, my feet are numb, and i still haven't managed to find an exit.

i have searched what feels like every nook and cranny of this entire fucking stadium, and haven't found a single door that is unlocked. i even ran into gavi once, but i pretended i didn't see him and turned into a different hallway to avoid the awkward interaction.

i'm not really sure what we are supposed to do because i know for a fact he didn't find an exit either, and my phone is at four percent with no wifi or cell service.

by now, the sun has completely set and i'm freaking out. i have no way to contact anyone and i have no idea what happened to salma and my friends. i'm starting to think this is all a setup, because what are the odds that me and gavi get stuck here alone coincidently.

i start to walk back down towards the locker rooms, my feet aching with every step. as i approach, i can already see gavi leaning against the wall. he's sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest. his head is resting on the wall behind him and his eyes flutter open as i near.

"nada?" he asks, annoyance laced in his tone.

"nada." i confirm and slide down on the wall beside him, careful to leave a reasonable distance between us. "what do we do now?" i ask quietly.

"dios mal!" he shouts and i flinch slightly, not expecting the sudden aggressiveness of his voice. he pushes himself up and throws his arms into the air. "why would i know?" he groans and pulls his fingers through his hair before mumbling. "that's a stupid question!"

i roll my eyes hard and stand up. "then why can't you answer it?" i ask, shoving his shoulders against the wall, annoyed with him always getting angry at me for things that aren't even my fault.

gavi gulps, obviously not expecting me to have gotten aggressive. he's breathing hard and his facial features prove that he is still angry. i stare daggers at him as he groans. "you know you don't have to look at me like you want to strangle me half the time." he whispers, his eyes shooting down to my lips as i bite on the inside of my cheek.

we stand in silence for a moment, both of us catching our breaths and staring at the other. "it's more like 99 percent of the time gavi." i push myself off his chest and start to walk in the direction of the kitchen.

"¿adonde vas?" (where are you going?) he calls after me, jogging to catch up with my strides. i look over at him, catching him already looking at me with curious eyes.

"en algún lugar donde no estés." (somewhere you're not) i shrug and he follows me into the kitchen, a scowl on his face. to be honest, i'm actually just hungry and haven't eaten anything since this morning.

the room is dark but i start to open and close cabinets nonetheless, trying to find something premade because i'm an absolute terrible cook. "do you even know how to cook?" gavi scoffs from across the room and i turn around to look at him.

it's dark, and i can't see anything but his silhouette. the light from the hallway lights up the side of his face just slightly, and i can see the slight smirk tugging his lips upwards.

"no." i reply honestly. "do you?"

"fuck no." he lets out an airy laugh and starts to walk towards me. as he approaches me, the darkness engulfs him to the point i cant even see him anymore. "i'm gonna ask something and you can't make fun of me, okay?" he whispers, his voice sounding a lot closer to me than i expected him to be.