Pedri - Our Secret

Part 9

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"Mi queridaaa!!!"

He could not escape it. Everywhere he went someone was playing it on a loop, a video of Pedri, half naked, singing in front of his bathroom mirror.

"Mi corazoooon!!!!" They teased, his own teammates. "I mean your voice is really good Gonzalez, but why the pink underwear?" They laughed. And laughed. To a point where Pedri wanted to bury his head below the football pitch just to smother the noise.

"How could she do this to me?" He groaned. They were in the locker room, preparing for the last training session before Saturday's game. Pedri however, found no way to get his head in the right place, having a slight mental breakdown.

"Are you sure it was Marcella who spread it?" Pablo asked, not as amused by the video as his teammates were.

"Who else?" Pedri said, running a hand down his annoyed face. "The video is a screen recording of a facetime call that Marcella and I had a couple of weeks ago. I had no idea that she was filming me." He was embarrassed, and angry for being embarrassed.

"M...maybe you should find her. Talk to her, you know?"

"Oh, I'll find her." Pedri assured.

Marcella was in the middle of rehearsals when Pedri stromed into the auditorium, face flushed red.

"Gonzalez, to why do I owe the pleasure?" Señor Garcia did not seem bothered by Pedri's sudden interruption of his lesson. The girls on the other hand....

"I came to talk to Marcella." He said.

"Pedri?" She frowned. "What's going on?"

"You tell me. You're the one who's been spreading that video of me singing your song."

"I..."

She was interrupted by her friends as they struggled to restrain their giggles. "Mi queridaaa." They teased.

"Ladies." Señor Garcia shut them up with a stern look.

"Pedri I'm sorry." Marcella stepped forward. "I don't know how...."

"It doesn't matter how. Why would you record our private conversations?"

"I..." She stuttered. "I thought it was adorable and just wanted to keep the video as a memory. I've must have forwarded it to someone accidentally, but it's not a big deal Pedri, you sounded really good."

"Marcella, who cares how I sounded, I was half naked in that video. Everyone in school has seen it, everyone in town. "

Her friends laughed, louder this time. Marcella ignored them and only looked to Pedri. "Look I really am sorry, but who cares what everyone in school thinks, why do you care so much about what everybody thinks of you Pedri?"

His eyes widened, a bit stunned. Her words cut deep, perhaps because they were true.

"I mean you really shouldn't care." She mumbled

His eyes squinted. "You've told people, haven't you?"

"Told people what?"

"You know what!" He snapped.

"Gonzalez." Señor Garcia rose from the piano, indicating that Pedri should calm down. But how could he be calm? His girlfriend had betrayed him in every kind of way. He looked to Marcella, nothing but ill will in his eyes. "I'm sorry but you and me....it's not working"

"Pedri?"

Marcella's friends gasped.

"Gonzalez?" Even señor Garcia seemed taken aback.