𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, pedri

❝ now you're in my life, i can't get you off my mind. ❞
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"Okay, so what do you want to get?" I turn and look at Olive for a second, driving through the streets of Barcelona. I should be focused on the road though.

"I don't know, banana boy." She answers, not giving a care for my existence as she scrolls through her phone.

She's sat feet up and crossed on the seat, seaming very comfortable. Women are so flexible, I can't even bend down to buckle my shoe laces properly without ripping a muscle.

"You want take out?" I suggest.

"We're both on a diet. We can't just eat take out every day." She's right. With my physical condition to maintain for football and her modeling career, we can't afford take out all the time.

"We can grab salads or something." I tell her.

She turns her phone off, "I can cook." She says. I was trying to suggest something already ready since she seemed hungry — especially when I heard her tummy growl earlier — and I didn't want to disturb her, she seems tired.

"Are you sure? We can just get already made food." I remind.

I can feel her looking at me. I want to look at her too as I talk to her but I do not want to crash honestly. "Do you not like my food?" She takes it the wrong way, instead of seeing the side where I don't want to tire her.

"You know I love your food, Liv. But you seem tired. I was just suggesting." I explain. "If you insist on cooking though, let me help you. Make it easier on you."

I'm finding myself helping that girl a lot lately. I don't know why though. She keeps on mocking me. Especially with what she pulled earlier.

Fine, I was jealous. A handsome, tall, guy was flirting with the woman I'm faking a relationship with. Sure he turned out gay but it genuinely seemed like he was flirting with her!

He was making her laugh, kissed her cheek... She doesn't even let me get near her when she's sober!

However, We're both starting to get used to each other. She isn't being as mean with me as she was at first.

Sure, she makes fun of my existence almost everyday but before, it used to be at all times. And it used to be mean.

And my attraction to her is undeniable at this point too.

"You want to help me?"

"I can be pretty helpful."

"I doubt that." See, she could've plainly said no followed by something else not so nice. The insults are starting to get less insulting.

I take a quick side glance at her, "Try me." I dare her.

She's thinking it through as she watches me. It's weird, someone looking at me while I am not able to look back. It's like when I'm on the field, all eyes are on me when I have the ball but my eyes are only on the ball. That can be pretty stressful.

Until you get used to it. But I don't think I'll ever get used to Olive's stares. They're so powerful and confident, not everyone has that.