𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, olive

❝ do i love him? do i hate him? i guess it's up and down. but if i had to choose, i would say right now. ❞
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"What the fuck just happened!? Can he even just walk out like that!?" My eyes widen at the scene. Pedri just literally walked out of the match, angrily, no explanation.

"Not really. Luckily, Fermín was about to be substituted for Gundogan so he'll substitute him in for Pedri instead. We got really lucky with that. He could've gotten a red card." Ferran, sat beside me explains.

I have zero idea what happened. I was too focused on watching the play. It wasn't until later that I realized two players were about to bite each other's heads off and one of them was Pedri.

It's really surprising. Pedri doesn't get angry easily. He's usually one of the most calm, composed, mature players on the field. Whatever happened must've actually affected him terribly for him to act that way.

Now, Xavi looks infuriated. He's yelling Spanish words all around at Oscar after the little scene. His brother had nothing to do with it, why's he letting his anger out on him?

Ferran speaks up again, "I should probably go check on him." He suggests.

"No, stay, I'll go." I stop him, standing up myself. He gives me a sympathetic yet encouraging smile as I walk away.

I slip through unnoticed by Xavi and the rest of the staff who are seemingly annoyed. I kind of am too, it's really a stupid dick move to walk out the middle of a match like that with no explanation.

However, I know Pedri pretty well now. Something must've really triggered him. Yet, it's definitely not a valuable excuse to pull what he did. And I'm sure Xavi's got a punishment all ready and waiting for him.

Taking my first step into the locker room, no one seems to be in it. I can hear noises though. Walking further more, I see Pedri in the corner, mumbling to himself.

He doesn't notice me. He continues walking in his place, trying to release the anger, shaking his hands and cracking them.

His cheeks are completely flushed and his face is hot as he takes deep breaths. I feel like he's about to kick or hit something.

"What the fuck was that about!?" I eventually speak up. He didn't expect me, spinning around in his position when my voice echoes in the room.

"Fuck, Olive. You scared me." He ignores my question on purpose. I walk closer to him, as he turns his back to me, thinking it was that easy to ignore my presence.

"González!" I call out, my voice getting louder. "Answer me!" I demand.

He clenches his jaw, pressing his lips together as he stares at me. "I said, nothing. What don't you guys understand?" He answers, rubbing his nose slightly, distressed and frustrated.

I am not one for liars.

Determined, I ask again. "You were gonna kill the guy! What do you mean nothing!?" I feel like I'm getting him all irritated again.

I couldn't care less though. I want answers.

His breathing gets louder and faster as he stares into my eyes, not giving me an answer. I stay in my place, waiting for him.