𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚, pedri

❝ fuck you if i can't have us. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

The second we landed, I started searching for Liv. Pablo tried to stop me though. He may have been able to during the plane ride but not now. Now, I'm free.

Except that, also ever since we landed, Liv has been alongside Jules, chatting with him the whole time. From the airport to the bus.

I just stayed behind them, a few meters away trying to listen to them, keeping an eye on her. He's making her laugh. Just like I used to.

When we get to the buses, they take their separate ways, one bus for us players and one for the coaches and others. Olive doesn't let him go though before she places a kiss on his cheek.

She knew what she was doing because her eyes clearly slipped to mine right away after it, as if she did it just to annoy me. And it worked.

I was already on the edge as I watched them chatter, in French, then she goes and kisses him before leaving.

Jules has always had a crush on her. And she knows it. She's taking advantage of that.

I immediately follow him into the bus and push away the rest of my teammates to get through. Balde is sat next to him.

"Hey, Pepi!" He exclaims cheerfully but nothing about my expression is cheerful. I'm sending him eyes that tell him to fuck off and onto another seat.

Apparently he gets it and stands up, awkwardly. Jules has an eyebrow raised as he watches. Balde just slips away and I take his seat.

"I talk to your girlfriend one minute and you immediately want me dead." Jules sighs, eyebrows raised. He doesn't seem to know about the break up.

"What were you talking about?" I don't engage in any small talk. I just get to it.

He raises a brow as he analyzes me. He's noticed something's wrong. I couldn't care less though. I just want to know what that whole conversation was about and then I can fuck off.

"Nothing." He dismisses, putting aside my reaction. "She was just telling me about her uncle who lived in France and turns out he lives right next to my parents."

I gulp, hearing such a basic story. "Nothing about me?" I question.

He frowns. "Nothing about you." He answers, a hesitating tone in his voice not because he's unsure of the answer but because of my reaction. "What's up, Pedri? Something wrong?"

I just stand up. "No. Nothing's wrong." I lie before walking away and take a seat at the front of the bus, alone.

I take my AirPods out and put them on, ready to isolate myself away from the rest of the guys. Turning my phone on, the first sight is the wallpaper of Liv.

I still haven't removed it. I can't bring myself to do it.

I open Spotify and just hit shuffle through anything, wanting to turn the phone back off and just listen to music while looking out the window, enjoying the view or drift off to sleep.

· • • •·

"Wake up man. We're here." I hear a soft voice and a nudge waking me from the nap I did in fact take. Not long but still recharging.