𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢

06 - nothing new ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

★── 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢 ──★

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 to Madrid after the holidays felt more like a return to the battleground than a fresh start.

I spent my Christmas in Paris with Ines, it was so fun! Sadly she is now back in Barcelona with her dad but i'll go and see her soon, hopefully.

Stepping back into the newly renovated stadium which had some work done over these two weeks felt oddly refreshing.

I was sent to get the players kits since our first match back is going to be in Seville. I'm glad all the players are ready to get back at it and settled in nicely, we have a long road ahead.

I sat at the back of the vehicle, alone, i prefer being alone mostly because i sleep 90% of the time.

The few moments that i was awake the bus ride felt longer than i anticipated, weighed bown by the burden of unresolved tension between Jude and i. Despite the hopes for a new beginning i couldn't help the sensation that it was going to be nothing new with us.

I was calmly spending some time on my phone when a certain someone had the idea to get up and sit directly in front of me.

"So Hannah," Jude's voice pierced the silence. "Any grand plans for the new year?" he added sarcastically.

I resisted the urge to give him an eye roll, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. "Nothing that concerns you." I replied curtly.

Jude's smirk widened with amusement. "Of course not, wouldn't want to disrupt the princess now would we?"

My fists dug into the fabric of my leggings, struggling not to make a scene. I know he calls me princess since he thinks i just have everything handed to me.

"You know nothing about me Jude." i whisper shout trying not to disturb everyone. "And frankly i don't care to enlighten you."

He raised his hands in defeat. "Calm down princess." Again with that nickname. "What about what your father told us huh?" he randomly stated.

"What about it? I have no intention of playing nice with someone like you, i told you already." I reminded him.

"I'm not a fan of the idea either, i enjoy seeing the look on your face when you're mad at me." Jude admits. "And i could never get along with such a bitch."

I freeze. "How dare you, you think you can hurl insults at me and just expect me to take it? You're despicable."

"You brought this upon yourself, you think you're so perfect but you're just as flawed as the rest of us." My next response came naturally.

I got up and with a primal instinct my fist shot forward, connecting with Jude's jaw in a powerful punch.

The sound echoed like a gunshot in a confined space. The team all turned their heads, shocked expressions at the sudden violence.

Jude staggered back, his hand flying to his jaw with disbelief. The gravity of the situation sinking within each passing second.

"You had that coming sooner or later and i know how to throw a punch, don't underestimate me." i winked.

He scoffed and sat back down in his original seat, i could tell that he was ready to murder someone (me).

All i could do was sit back and feel good about myself, with another success in our ongoing game.

HANNAH - II
        JUDE - I

Around two hours later we disembarked the bus in Seville. The lingering unease from the confrontation followed me.

We got dropped off in Sevilles training grounds were we needed to prepare for the game tomorrow at noon.

Just as i was getting out the players training uniforms someone gave me a gentle tap on the shoulder.

It was Vinicius, his concern was evident. I felt a gratitude for his genuine care.

"Can i talk to you for a moment?" his voice was soft.

My heart fluttered nervously as we found a secluded spot away from the rest of the team. I braced myself for the conversation, knowing that the incident on the bus was bound to come up.

"I couldn't help but notice what happened on the bus," Vinicius began. "Are you okay? That punch sounded pretty intense."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, my voice strained. "Things just got a little heated between me and Jude."

Vinicius nodded understandingly. "I figured as much," he spoke. "But if you ever need to talk about it, I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Vini," I murmured, touched by his gesture of support. "I really appreciate that."

"Anytime, also let me help you with that." he referred to the teams clothes i was taking out.

"You really don't have to i'm good." Vinicius ignored me, picking everything up, taking it with him and walking out to give to everyone. He really is too kind.

I slump back into the closest seat near me, lost in thought.

All i can do now is pray my dad doesn't find out what happened, if not we are both dead, quite literally.

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