The Love Triangle (Marc Bartra and Sergi Roberto Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Sergi Roberto POV

I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew Enrique had a daughter but I didn't know she was... Hot! I was sort of lost for words when I shook hands with her but thanks to my good charms, I think I pulled it off . I don't think I've ever smiled so much in practice in my life. And not to my surprise, Pique was constantly teasing me since he figured out I had a crush on Rosa, no thanks to Marc. Of course, I was embarrassed but I was expecting it, especially from Pique. Pique is one of those friends that constantly makes fun of you or teases you. He's one of the jokesters of the group besides the 'Brasukas'/Brazilians.

After practice was over I was hoping I'd run into Rosa again but once we were leaving the training grounds, she was no where to be found. After taking a shower and getting ready to leave, I walked with Marc to the parking lot.

"So what did you think of Roosssaaa," I said winking and raising my eyebrows. I nudged him and laughed.

He laughed and said, "She seems nice. You've only met this girl once and you already like her? Sergi, you know better than to mess with the coaches daughter."

"Who said anything about messing with her? I simply asked you a question. And by the way, I simply told her that she was beautiful. Do I not speak the truth," I asked.

"Yes, she is a pretty girl but let's not interfere in Enrique's personal life. The last thing we need is for you to break the poor girl's heart. It's bad enough you don't get enough playing time," he chuckled.

I slapped the back of his head, "Sorry I play for the B team full time, your highness. And if you really were my friend, you'd know I am NOT a heartbreaker."

"C'mon, take a joke, Sergi. All I'm saying is, if you do go for it, don't screw it up. I've got to go. I'm going out to eat with my brother. I'll see you tomorrow," he patted me on the back and left.

As I walked to my car I noticed someone by a car beside mine. I could have recognized the ombré hair from anywhere.

"Rosa," I yelled to get her attention.

She jumped a bit, "Jesus, you scared me. Um, hi Sergi. Do you need anything?" She had the most perfect smile I had ever laid eyes on and it made me smile.

"Uh... I wanted to know um... How are you enjoying Barcelona so far," I asked nervously.

"It's nice over here. Such a beautiful city filled with happy people. I think I'd like it a little more if I didn't have to go to school," She said while moving her hair behind her ear, out of her face.

"Yikes, I'm glad I don't have to deal with school. Don't get me wrong I'd like to have a normal, private life but I'd prefer playing football for the rest of my life, or at least until I get tired of it," I said.

"Well I'm happy with what I'm doing right now. As a matter of fact, I'd love to get the chance to live in Madrid," she said grinning.

"Why Madrid," I said curiously.

"I'm a Madridista...," she said quietly with a smirk.

I was in shock. How could I be so stupid? I didn't know this girl. Marc was right, I should have known better than to approach her so inappropriately.

"I think I should go. Again, it was nice meeting you," I said quickly as I unlocked my car.

"Wow. I thought you might be different. You seem to be like the rest of them," she chuckled.

I stopped for a second, "The rest of them? What are you talking about," I asked. I closed the door and approached her.

"You Cules seem to be the same. Just because I'm a fan of a rivalry team, does not make us rivals. If Messi were to move to Madrid right now, would you consider him your enemy? Your team is an excellent team, and you guys have proven that this season. So just because I'm a fan of Real Madrid, doesn't automatically make me hate you. So let's start over. I'm Rosa Enrique, daughter of your coach, Luis Enrique. And you are," she said sweetly.

Once again, lost for words. She really made me think for a minute. And she was definitely right. Anyone who knows me, knows I hate being wrong. But this time it was different. She opened my eyes on a professional level.

"I'm Sergi Roberto, I play for the B team at FC Barcelona and play for the Primera/First team every once in awhile. Hey, why don't I make it up to you by taking out out for lunch," I asked.

She thought for a moment, "I'll only take up your offer if you decide not to be an ass," She said smirking again.

"Wow, that's one way to put it. You know what, forget it," I said as I walked back to my car.

"Wait. I apologize. I'm just getting tired of all the irrelevant hatred between two people just because of some rivalry between two clubs. At the end of the day, it's just a game, after the game we're still friends. You play on the Spain National Team for Christ sake. You have to be friends with people that play for Madrid. I'll take up that offer," she said looking down.

I smiled and opened the passenger door of my car for her. After she got in, I went to my seat and started the car.

"Is your father fine with me taking you for lunch? Would he even consider that appropriate," I asked nervously.

She laughed, "No worries, I'll just tell him that you wanted to give me a grand tour of this beautiful city."

I let out a sigh of relief. "I'll take you to the best restaurant in town," I said with a smirk.

I decided to take her to Restaraunte Etapes. In my opinion, it was by far the best restaurant in the city. As soon as we arrived, she seemed to be excited.

She noticed the curiosity written all over my face and chuckled, "My friends told me about this restaurant. I've always wanted to go but never had the time or money. Well, I could always ask my dad for money but I like to show him that I'm capable of doing things on my own."

"Well, lunch is definitely on me. I owe it to you for being such a jerk," I said laughing nervously.

"I'm the jerk. I called you an ass and you didn't do anything wrong," she said sounding guilty.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Let's just put it behind us and eat some good food. I'm starving," I said.

Just like I had hoped, the food was amazing. I also had a nice time. We talked about her being a fan of football and our embarrassing childhoods. Within minutes of talking to her, I felt completely comfortable around her. She's really funny and down to earth and I think I should start being more like Marc because I'm clinging on to her way too fast. I mean here I am with my coaches daughter, who I just met hours ago, at an expensive restaurant. I need to pull myself together.

"I had a really nice time but I've got to get going. I've got a busy day tomorrow. We're flying out to America to prepare for the International Champion Cup," I said.

"I had a nice time too. You're actually a pretty cool guy and really easy to talk to. And yeah, I know. I'm going to America with you guys, since, of course, my father is the coach," she said.

"Yeah... Haha I always seem to forget," I laughed nervously.

After we left the restaurant, I drove her around the city before reaching her house. She was so fascinated and knew so many facts about some of the architecture, paintings, and statues.

When we got to her house, we just sat in awkward silence for a few minutes before she spoke, "I really had a nice time with you today. Thanks for the food and the tour and I'm sorry, again for being a total jerk to you."

"Oh it was no problem at all. And hey, don't worry about it. Let's just put it behind us. I'll see you tomorrow," I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, sure! See ya, Sergi," she said as she got out if the car. When she reached the front door, she waved goodbye with her perfect, beautiful smile.

As soon as she was out of sight, I mentally slapped myself. I thought to myself, "Sergi, you can't fool around with her! You're way better than that! Maybe being her friend wouldn't hurt, right?"