We can't be friends

Too Sweet - Hozier

I couldn't help but lay in bed all day after work. How come boys could effect girls so much? Why did I feel so much anxiety? I wanted to scream into my pillow and sleep till the next day, but I promised Maria I'd go to tonights party. Supposedly it's mean to be the party of the year, or something along those lines. I really didn't feel like going, but I had prepared everything for tonight. I couldn't go back now. 

So I left to go to Marias, where a few of our close friends gathered. As Maria did my hair, the gossip simmered around us. 

"I can't wait for tonight, I heard some Madrid players are going to be there though." Our friend Isabella giggled, putting on mascara. 

"Visca el Bara, Visca el Cataluña, remember?" Maria asked, giving Isabella a look. Our other friend Anita laughed. 

"I don't care if he plays for Madrid as long as he's Jude Bellingham. Dios, he's so handsome!" Anita pretended to swoon, letting herself fall into Marias bed. I couldn't help but scoff. 

"Well I for one won't be occupied with the maridistas." Maria brushed my hair, before using the curling iron to add dimension to my hair. 

"Yeah yeah, we all know you're going to be stuck with my brother." My shoulder got hit by Maria, and the two other girls couldn't help but laugh, earning them a glare. 

"Anyone you've got your eyes on tonight?" Isabella asked, finishing her eye makeup. I tensed. If it weren't todays event's, I would've spoken to Hector. Looks like that ideas gone out of the window, considering we're not even friends anymore. 

"Um, I'm not sure. I guess I could take a look at the one of the guys from Madrid." I said, and Anita jumped up from the bed, a smile wide on her face. 

"I say we show them how catalan girls do it!" She laughed and I couldn't help but laugh. If Hector was exploring people, then I so should I. 

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Me and the girls squeezed ourselves into our uber, the car tinted with the light smell of alcohol breath. We all wore more expensive clothes, given we we're entering an exclusive club that was intended for more luxurious people. Thankfully we didn't have a problem entering because we had already planned to meet up with my brother and the rest of the Barcelona players outside the club. 

Our uber reached the destination and the air was filled with life. We searched for the team as we looked through the crowed, all wearing fancy party clothes. 

"There's Marc!" Maria squealed, taking me by the arm. Of course she noticed him. I called for Isabella and Anita, who shortly after followed behind me. As we reached the team, I saw the blond from this morning talking to somebody. Hector. 

If I didn't need alcohol before, I needed it now. He, unfortunately for my case, looked absolutely marvelous. The blond beside him looked like she came straight out of a pinterest post and I felt insecurity seep through my bones. Yup, I definitely need alcohol now. 

My eyes involuntarily search for Hector, and I'm surprised when I see that his eyes are already on me, ignoring the girl in front of him. I couldn't read his expression, but his eyebrows were risen as his eyes scan me. I couldn't help but want to crawl into a hole. He was probably comparing me to her, his eyes scanning me up and down, before he clenched his jaw. 

"This is Fermin's cousin, Esme." Marc said, and the blond girl shifts her attention from Hector to us. Her pearly white teeth gleam as she smiles at us. 

"Hi, nice to meet you guys!" 

"Hello! I'm Maria, that's y/n, Anita and Isabella." Maria said, pointing at us before heading to Marc. They shared a light kiss, before his arms envelope her. Yuck. 

Esme said something to Hector and Fermin, but Hector wasn't really paying attention. His glare was set on me since he's noticed I was here, jaw clenched. He took a deep breath, exhaling before Fermin gave him a light push, catching his attention. Esme found herself next to us girls. 

"So, do you guys have your eyes set on anyone tonight?" Esme asked, a sly smirk on her lips. 

"A madrid player if I can get my hands on one." Isabella said, and Anita pitches in. 

"Jude Bellingham! If I see him, there's no way I'm not shooting my shot. What about you?" We moved along with our friends into the club, smiling at the security guard as we pass him. 

"Well, I've had my eyes on Hector for a while. He's really nice so I might have a shot." Esme giggled, a laugh that sounds straight from heaven. What with her wasn't perfect? My fists clenched as an image of her and Hector kissing finds it's way into my mind and I felt the urge to go straight to the bar. 

"What about you, y/n?" Esme asked. Why'd she have to be so nice? Of course Hector would be nice to her, nobody would miss out on an opportunity like that. 

"I um... Jude's hot but I'm fine with a maridista I suppose." I said slyly, and Anita put her arm around me. 

"As long as one of us get's to make out with Jude, I'll be glad. And if it happens to be you then you'll have to fill me in on all the details." She joked. 

As we entered the club, music buzzed in our ears and the place was fully packed. I saw Esme run to Hector and felt... jealous. So I did what any bitter teenager would, I ran straight to the bar. I stood by the bar, waving for the bartender to notice me. 

"Give me something strong. Please." I said, reaching for a wallet but a stranger behind me walked up with their card. 

"I'll be paying for her, and I'll take a whiskey. I think I'll take my whiskey neat, thanks." The stranger spoke with a british accent, as he leant over me. The bartender took his card, nodding. 
I turned around to thank the stranger and almost gasped at the sight in front of me.

 Jude Bellingham was stood in expensive Louis Vuitton clothing and he looked... really good. He was way taller than I thought, and he smelled amazing. He smirked at me, only inches away from me. 

"Hi." His voice was loud, to make sure I could hear him in the hectic enviroment. 

"Hi. Thank you for the drink, you didn't have to." I yelled back, and I felt heat creep up my face. He shook his head. 

"It was no problem. Besides, you can't blame me for taking the chance to speak with a beautiful girl?" He flirted. The Jude Bellingham was flirting with me? I couldn't help but giggle. His eyes watched me, before reaching for our freshly made drinks. 

"You don't want to just sit down and chat?" He asked, grabbing our drinks and offering his arm for me to take. 

I needed to forget Hector, and maybe Jude could be the one to help me accomplish that. 

"Sure." I said, grabbing his arm, as he lead me to a private VIP seating area.