𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, olive

❝ all because i liked a boy. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Fuck this shit honestly. I did not sign up for this. I locked myself up in the bathroom about a good half hour ago.

We're supposed to head to the stadium in an hour. I'm a complete wreck though.

I can't even believe myself. Crying in a bathroom. For a boy. A goddamn boy. A stupid boy, I can't believe I let myself fall in fucking love with.

I hear a knock on the door. Must be from my suit-mate. "Olive?" His little soft voice asks from outside.

I stand up from the floor and check myself in the mirror. "Yeah?" I answer shortly, a small wobble as I talk.

I pour water onto my face, trying to freshen up. "Umm..." I hear him. He doesn't know what to say, the poor guy. "Are you okay?" He asks.

I chuckle. Oh how a usually simple question can be so complicated sometimes. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it." I answer.

I don't hear any other noise anymore. I just clean myself up, trying to hide the fact that I've been crying. My mascara is water proof, luckily, so it's mostly still clean.

A little adjustments, and I'm ready to go. Once I'm done, I look at myself in the mirror. This woman that once used to be heartless and bitchy, has just become heartbroken and fragile. All because I liked a boy.

I take a deep breath before heading for the door and unlocking it. I find Lamine on the bed, sitting on its edge right in front of the door.

When he sees me, he stands on his two feet immediately, as if I was his commander and am demanding respect.

"Relax, kiddo. I'm a human too, I won't kill you." I tell him as I pass by. Though I may look out of the norm, I really don't kill. Or at least, not Lamine. Some others are definitely on my kill list.

He doesn't say anything. I turn and see him still kind of scared as he tries to crack a smile he's forcing on himself and sits back down.

I sigh. I sit down on the bed next to him. "Lamine," I start. I really don't want him to be scared of me. I love this little guy. He's amazing. I just want to help him, football wise and if it comes to it with his actual life. "I really don't bite." I chuckle.

I've bitten my sister once, but I was seven so it doesn't really count.

It takes him a lot of courage to speak up again. "I heard that you kick in the balls though." He mumbles. I have hit quite a lot of men in the nuts.

I close my eyes for a second, holding in my laugh. "Only people who deserve it." I answer. It's true. The last one was the guy who forced Isa to break up with Pablo. Man, that was fun.

"I'm just trying to stay safe." He answers honestly.

I'm smiling as I talk to him. I haven't smiled the whole week. I almost forgot how that feeling was like. "Don't worry, you're safe no matter what." I promise him.

He nods his head, understanding. I can read it in his body language that despite having reassured him a little, he's still scared.

"What exactly makes you scared of me?" I ask. "I'm literally a dwarf next to you. You can just kick me right now and I'd land in Camp nou." I finally make him crack a genuine laugh.