"Your no boyfriend is the best, Val. Getting us tickets for el clásico and so close to the pitch? Amazing."
"Yeah, well" I shrug as we sit down.
"These days they allow anyone come to the Camp Nou" a man says behind us. "Madrid bitch."
"Don't listen to him, Val" Marina whispers.
While she is wearing Pedri's shirt, I decided to take my Real Madrid scarf, hoping it would not be too noticeable and that no one would say anything to me. Turns out I was wrong.
"Bringing rubbish like this to our home... fucking hell" the man says, kicking the back of my seat, the two men sitting next to me giving him a disgusted look.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" he says to them. "Fucking morons."
"They do allow anyone into the Camp Nou, yes" the one next to me sighs. Though only I can hear him, everyone else cheering as the players come out for their warm-up.
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"Well, that wasn't that bad" Marina says when the referee signals the end of the first half.
"You only managed to score once" I chuckle. And no, it wasn't Pedri. So far he is keeping his promise of not scoring against my team.
"Wait until the next 45 minutes. We are gonna destroy you" the man behind me says, starting to kick my seat once again.
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During the second half Real Madrid is attacking on the side of the pitch where we are, and on one of those attacks...
"Goal!" I scream, lifting my arms and clapping.
"Shut up, bitch!" the man behind me says, slapping my hands and starting to kick my seat again.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" the one sitting next to me says.
"Or what? Are you gonna call the police?" he laughs, kicking my seat once again.
"Maybe we will" the other says.
"Don't bother. He is not worth it" I tell them, trying to ignore the burn in the hand he had slapped.
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Minute 35. Real Madrid keeps attacking, our second goal getting closer and closer.
"Oh, look! Ferran is warming up!" Marina says, calling his name and waving at him.
"Hello" he smiles, waving back.
"He is so cute... Isn't he, Val?"
But I can't answer. My eyes are fixed on the pitch, on what is going on.
"Goal!" I scream again, this time getting up from my seat and clapping.
"Sit down you Madrid bitch!" the man behind me says, grabbing me by the scarf and pushing me down. Luckily, it was loose around my neck and he didn't choke me, but now he has it. "Fucking rubbish" he says, spitting on it and throwing it away.
"Hey! What the fuck, man!" Ferran yells from the pitch.
"You shut up, you useless piece of shit!"
"Is everything ok?" a security guard says, one of the men sitting next to me standing behind him. When he said they would call the police, he wasn't lying.
"This man has been harassing this girl the whole game and he just spit on her scarf and threw it away" the one sitting next to me says, nodding towards where my scarf is.
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In The Name of Love
FanfictionSummary: The plan that night was just to have fun and try to forget. And Valeria (or Val as everyone calls her) did forget. But what she didn't expect, was to do it with someone younger than her. Someone who also happened to be a football player, an...
