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📍 Barcelona, Catalunya, España isa.vasquez Ready for a fun night 🫦
carmen.vasquez You are so dumb pablogavi Looking good! Do you have any younger sisters/cousins? Replying to pablogavi: isa.vasquez Focus on football marcos_gut 😍
Tonight was the night. While most of the Barca players were away with their national teams, Marcos, Pedri, Francisca and I were going on our double date. The idea of this double date was childish on the one hand, but going to be so fun on the other. As I was adding some finishing touches on my make-up my phone was ringing, a FaceTime call from Ferran popping up.
"Why are you both so stubborn and dumb?" he immediately shot at me as I picked up. "What do you mean? I'm seeing someone, he's seeing someone, it's a nice double date" I replied, acting as if I didn't know what he was talking about. "50€ that he fucks you at the loo during dinner" he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "I'm a classy girl, he can do shit like that with that Insta bitch" I told him angrily but he just started laughing.
"And what happened at Fer's birthday?" he challenged me. "I was drunk, it's not going to happen again" I replied sternly. "You guys just use these stupid games to get turned on but you just can't stay away from each other, admit it, damn!" he almost shouted now. "Blah blah blah, he's into her and I'm going out with someone who is unproblematic and won't land up in the media slander if I date him. So goodbye, I have to go now" I told him and clicked the button to end the call. Idiot.
I grabbed my purse, said goodbye to my daughters and their babysitter before calling myself a taxi to the restaurant. Again, I had pulled an excuse to meet Marcos there directly, but since Pedri was being such an asshole, I was being more open to the idea of maybe giving him a chance. I was the first one to arrive at the restaurant I had chosen and the waiter showed me to our table and I ordered some wine right away to somehow get through this evening alive. The next one to show up was actually Pedri, to my surprise alone.
"Got dumped already?" I asked, already on my second glass as he sat down. "She had a photoshoot for... Brownies I think, she'll be late ten minutes or so" he replied and sat down diagonally across from me. "Her character is more like Shein though" I huffed. "Where is your date?" he asked, ignoring my comment. "He'll be here soon" I just told him. "He didn't pick you up?" he asked and raised his eyebrows. "None of your business" I hissed back before seeing Marcos coming our way, with Francisca behind him, whom he had apparently met just outside.
We all greeted each other, somewhat awkwardly before we all sat down. "Why didn't you pick Isa up? You shouldn't let her wander around alone at night, dressed up nicely like this" Pedri immediately shot at Marcos. "Chill. You didn't pick me up either" Francisca told Pedri. "I sent and paid you a taxi" Pedri growled at her. Wow, what a "gentleman". "Isa told me she was coming straight from work and a colleague could bring her who lives just around the corner, so, all is good, Pedri. Thanks, I think I can handle women." Marcos replied sternly. Pedri raised his eyebrows knowing damn well that I didn't come "straight from work", though he thankfully didn't say anything back.
I enjoyed the silence on the table as we studied the menus, except for Francisca'a attempts to get Pedri's attention, asking him every 5 seconds what he was having. When the waiter finally managed to take our orders, we were on our own again, probably actually having to converse. "Uh... how are Sofi and Blanca?" Pedri asked, sounding really sincere and looking at me with his usual adorable, perfect face. "Good, thanks. Sofi loves her new football club, she's there three afternoons a week" I replied and he smiled. "I'll have to come check it out sometime, maybe next week, block a free afternoon in my calendar" he told me and I nodded, shooting him a small, nervous smile.
"Do you like kids, Francisca?" Marcos asked and this was now taking turns I hadn't expected. "Absolutely not" she chuckled and Pedri looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows. "What? Why?" he asked, slightly bewildered. "They're so loud... Your body is destroyed after pregnancy plus your life is basically over! I don't think I'll ever have kids" she chuckled and sipped on her wine. "Your life is over anyways when you're 40, or do you think you'll still go out clubbing with the teenagers then? Might as well sit at home and educate the next generation" I replied, kind of feeling attacked.
"If you even make it to 40... I just... For me it's hard, Isa. I associate kids with death - our own baby killed Tana..." Marcos said and Pedri was eyeing him very alarmed. "Are you saying people shouldn't have kids because they could die? That means you also should never leave your home because a car could run you over outside. But then again, you can't also stay inside, because what if your house collapses on you?" Pedri asked him. "You have absolutely no idea of anything Pedri. You don't know what a pregnancy means plus you aren't a woman so you don't have any say in stuff like this" Marcos shot at him.
"Of course men have a say in this! I am sexually active and aware of the possibility that I could get a girl pregnant somehow. And if that happened I would want to know and have a say in that, even if it's the woman who carries the baby, it's still 50% my kid, so yeah, I have my opinions on that" Pedri fired back and I would lie if I said that I didn't feel my ovaries burning at his statement. "I mean, everyone has a free choice to start a family or not, but it's wrong to jump to conclusions about other people who are happy and content with their decision to have kids" I said calmly, trying to pour oil on troubled water.
"That's easy for you to say. At least you can cling to your kids to be reminded of Rodri" Marcos said and I fell off every cloud. Him bringing up Rodri like this felt like a stab to my heart. I stayed quiet and thankfully our food arrived so I just concentrated on eating and fighting back my tears. When I had finished, I quickly excused myself to go to the loo. When I arrived, I leaned against the sink and shed the tears that had been burning in my eyes.
Suddenly, the door flung open and Pedri stood there. Just great. "Isa..." he said softly, but my emotions were all over the place right now. "WHAT, Mr "I'm sexually active"?!" I shouted and he closed the door, turning the key. "You wish that it was you, right? Does Mr "Your kids remind me of my dead wife" satisfy you like I did?" he asked, knowing that he would wind me up. "Go fuck your Instagram models" I hissed at him.
We were staring at each other angrily, fire in our eyes. Our lips clashed on each other's a second after that and he quickly picked me up, placing me on the sink and pushing my dress up in one motion. My hands quickly found his trousers' button and zipper and I fumbled around until I got them open. He pulled a condom out of his wallet, without breaking the kiss, but stopped for a second to pull it over his length. Our eyes were still glued to each other's and our mouths also found each other again, as his fingers glided over my folds, pushing my slip aside for him to slam into me.
He leaned against the mirror behind me with one arm, his other hand rubbing my clit, overstimulating it and I was a whimpering mess, knowing that my orgasm would wash over me in no time. He must have felt that because he accelerated his movements even more and not even two minutes later, we both came undone. Shit, I owed Ferran 50€. I hated myself even more now and pushed Pedri away to stand up again and try to fix my underwear and dress as best as I could.
"We have dates waiting for us" I told Pedri before walking out of this damn bathroom.
