𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭! ➪ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐮

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑 | "𝐮𝐦"

luna martinez

"um not that i know of?" i questioned as i looked at isabel.

"then how come i've seen her get a text from 'joao'?" isabel said shocked as she was in my room ranting.

"why does it even matter? aren't you into girls?" marc said as he walked out of the bathroom. i laughed at his comment.

"yes! but gabby knows i've had a crush on that man! how did she bag joao?!" she said as she put her head back groaning.

"shouldn't we be bringing her up instead of down?" i questioned as her comment was kinda outta pocket. isabel was now on her knees as her upper half of the body was leaning on the bed.

"yes, we should." isabel said as she buried her head in my sheets. marc went and sat down on the bench rubbing her back.

"it's okay, you still have pedri, and gavi" marc joked as he made a face at me. i silently laughed.

"yeah but like they're just not joao!" she said as she put her head up and we quickly went back to being serious.

"wait..what if i go for messi?" she added quickly as she got up. tapping her right foot pretending to think.

"um, he's married.." marc said as he frowned his eyebrows at her.

"he can always use a little side piece" isabel said smirking.

"oh that's not..." i began to say but stopped once i saw isabel glare at me.

"if gabby is talking to joao, that's fine. i'll accept it" she said as she sat on the floor with her head between her legs.

"sometimes i wonder if isabel is being serious or.." marc began and isabel collapsed on the floor, pretending to cry.

"she's just dramatic, she could really care less if gabby was talking to joao. did they talk to each other at the party?" i asked as isabel continued pretending to cry really loudly.

"i don't remember seeing them talk" marc said as he moved closer to my legs. now sitting on the bed.

"i saw them! they were laughing it up in the corner of the bar" she said still crying. it had been almost a week since the whole party.

"oh yeah, i remember seeing that happen. he bought her a drink" i said smiling as i remembered when they were sitting at the bar together.

"it's fine, i'm just waiting for gabby to tell me so i can move on and fan girl with her. she's gonna tell me right?" isabel asked as she sat up looking the two of us sitting criss crossed.

"well, not if you're being this dramatic about it" marc said as i nodded my head agreeing sitting up.

"but it's gabby, she doesn't talk about guys until they're committed." i said as i grabbed my phone looking at it.

"true, when are you guys leaving for the world cup, marc?" isabel said as she got up from the ground.

"tuesday" he said as he leaned on me. i groaned because my legs were crossed.

"marc, you're hurting me" i whined as i tried to move my legs so it could be more comfortable. he didn't move muscle but let me struggle.

"that's like two days from now" she said as she looked at her phone.

"why do you think i've been hanging around with luna?" he asked as he smiled looking at me and then back at isabel.

"i don't know because you have attachment issues?" she said raising an eyebrow at him.