OFFSIDE

70

❝ You're new girl is my clone. ❞
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Elena's POV
Grumpily, I watch Emma and Pedri making out on the terrace. I can't bear to see it, but I keep watching anyway. Do I want this? My heart breaking into more pieces?

"Elena!" I hear Julieta's voice over the music as she comes into the kitchen. "There you are. We're doing shots!"

Before I can resist, she drags me toward Alejandro's living room.

Most of our friends are sitting in a circle around the coffee table, where various colored shot glasses are lined up next to a large bottle of tequila. Oh god, no. I already drank way too much early in the evening. 

Julieta pulls me onto the couch next to Ansu, and I smile at him. He smiles back and wraps his arm around my shoulders. He looks at Pablo for approval, and my boyfriend nods.

Pablo is sitting directly across from us on another couch, with Ferran and Fermín beside him. Lamine and Alejandro are squeezed into a chair that's clearly too small for two people, and on the other side, João Felix and Frenkie have taken a chair from the dining table.

"Guys. There's an angry man at the door. He's asking for Alejandro," Koundé announces as he walks into the room with Raphinha trailing behind him, looking worried.

"Oh god," Alejandro mutters, standing up and walking through the living room door to the hallway where the front door is.

"Angry men at your door are the last thing you want," Julieta chuckles.

"Do you have to deal with that often?" her brother jokes. I look at Fermín and start laughing.

Julieta pouts. "When I tell them you're my brother, they suddenly don't dare."

"Them? Who are they? How many guys are you dating?" he asks more seriously now.

Before Julieta can answer, Alejandro comes back into the living room with a serious face. "Problem," he says as he walks to the speaker box. "The music needs to be turned down a bit. The neighbors are complaining."

He turns the music down a bit and then sits back down.

"Pedri!" we suddenly hear someone moan. Everyone turns abruptly toward the sound.

"Oh my god!" Alejandro shouts.

"Is he fucking her in your guest room?" Ansu starts laughing loudly, and everyone joins in, except me.

Alejandro's guest room is downstairs and shares a wall with the living room. A hallway off the kitchen leads to the guest room and his game room.

"I'm afraid so," the birthday boy sighs, covering his face with his hands.

The moaning continues, and I feel like I'm going insane. With every moan, it feels like a piece of my heart is dying. And the worst part is, I have to act like nothing is happening.

The idea that Pedri is with someone else and having sex with her is bad enough, but actually hearing it is unbearable.

I start feeling increasingly nauseous and squeeze a decorative pillow to distract myself.

"So, how do you think Pedri is doing right now?" Ferran laughs, a knowing grin on his face.

Fermín smirks, raising his beer. "Oh, I'm sure he's showing Emma a good time. You know Pedri, always the ladies' man."

"So, you think Pedri's got the stamina to keep up with Emma?" Ansu quips, raising his beer.

"Oh, please," Pablo chimes in. "Pedri probably doesn't lasts as long on in bed as he does on the field—what, five minutes tops?"