Pedri - Our Secret

Part 5

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Friday came around.

Pedri and his teammates were in a good mood because none of them were sore from having to run windsprints. Pedri had talked to the coaches, apperently they invited a few scouts from football clubs such as Sevilla, to watch the team play. It was only natural for them to want their team looking sharp. Nevertheless Friday's game was played in front of a full crowd. Estudios Filántropos were up against their arch rivals Roscos Galacticos, another elite school from the same district. Pedri was feeling great, managing to stay in the game throughout the first half and an additional fifteen minutes into the second half. Before being subbed off he made a crucial pass to Pablo, assisting him for the game winning goal.

"A bet is a bet." Rosie smirked, as she bumped shoulders with Pedri when the students were invading the pitch at the end of the game. He watched her fulfill his friends wildest fantasies as she tapped Pablo on the shoulder and puckered up to kiss him.

"I told you! Didn't I tell you that the top baller is me!"

It was a blissful ride home, with Pablo's ego blowing through the roof.

"Did you see her, how she walked past you and straight towards me."

Pedri chuckled, looking over the steering as he drove with one hand. "I guess I got to watch my back now, eh? First you steal my girl, next you'll be outvoting me as captain."

"Don't worry Pedrito." Pablo said, rubbing Pedri's arm. "I promise not to run for captain until you graduate. As for Rosie, all is fair in love and war, no?"

Pedri laughed since he couldn't argue with that statement. Eventually his car pulled up to the driveway of Pablo's house. The lights were on inside and his parents car stood parked in the garage.

"I bet my dad is firing up the grill as we speak. You hungry?"

"Nah, I think I'll pass."

Pablo shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The two said their goodbyes and Pedri drove on. He got home in time to see his mother arrange plates and utensils around the dining table in the living room, however, his family usually dined in the kitchen.

"What's the occasion?" Pedri asked, kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket.

"Cariño? Your early."

"No I'm not."

His mother rushed up to him, dusting off his t-shirt and running a quick hand through his waxless hair."

"Mami?" Pedri groaned. "What are you..."

"Your father will be home soon."

"Yes, and?" He dodge her attempts to pamper him. "Why are we having dinner in here and not..."

The front door open. The question answered itself once Pedri heard his dad chatting away with..."

"Fernando!"

Pedri's mother rushed to hug her other son.

"Son."

"Papá."

Pedri was left to greet his dad, who congratulated him on tonight's win. "Your brother and I were busy at the restaurant, but we heard it over the radio. Nice assist."

"Gracias."

The room fell silent. This was the part where Pedri was expected to greet his older brother. They stood facing each other, appropriate distance between them. A stranger from the outside looking in would say that they were identical. They had the same dark hair and bushy eyebrows. Neither smiled effortlessly, nor displayed much of any other emotion. The only thing that gave them away was the height difference. Unfortunately, Pedri's brother had beat him to it, growing rapidly during their younger years, fooling people who met them in the street that he was the mature one.