AUGUST - pablo gavi

thirteen // fuck it up, isa

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it is often believed that boys are easier to read than girls. but isabella hernández didn't know what to believe.

she'd been up for a whole of eight hours and for six of those hours she'd been checking twitter , instagram and other socials like a maniac.

you see , ever since the england game , people had been saying that isa and jude were dating and had been keeping it a secret.

so isa had been looking at every single allegation of people saying that they were dating she could find.

and there was a lot.

she had also been looking photos of her and jude that had been taken after the england game while they were both walking on the pitch together.

she zoomed in on jude's face in every image she could find , trying to read his expression , and he had the same look on his face the entire time he was looking at her.

the same smirk , the same toothy grin , and the same sparkle in his eyes.

the same everything.

and no matter how much she zoomed into his face in the pictures , isa still couldn't read her expression which made her disagree with the belief that boys are easier to read than girls.

and there isa was now , sitting in an uber on her way to another england game with jude's jersey on. she had her airpods in and was listening to 'iris' by the goo goo dolls too.

the uber driver stopped in front of the stadium and isa unbuckled her seatbelt , thanking the driver and paying him.

she walked out of the car and prayed to herself that no one would see her entering the stadium , but then she heard cameras clicking.

shit.

isa placed the sunglasses that she had resting on her head over her eyes , trying to act as unbothered as she could.

"isabella , what's going on with you and jude bellingham ?" one asked , "would your dad be pleased ?"

"isa , who are you dating ? pedri , gavi or jude bellingham ?" another asked but isa just walked into the stadium.

she made her way to her seat which was in the front row. the stadium was pretty empty ; only about forty others in the whole stadium and the england squad were warming up.

they finished up about five minutes later and jude caught isa's eye. she gestured for him to come over to her and he is do.

isa stood up and jude pulled her into a hug. isa's face stuffed into his collarbone. "did you see the rumors." isa whispered into his ear.

"mhm." jude hummed , rubbing at isa's back as he pulled away from the hug.

"what do we do about it." isa asked quietly as she looked down and jude rubbed her arm with his thumb.