Greatness

Volume 3; Part 7

"If we want to finally compare stats? Could we truly argue? They have the same numbers running up?"

One more round.

" but they play different positions, I'd say.. my money is on Putellas."

Come on, you got this Adriana. Just one more.

"Well we do have a couple more months until the Ballon D'Or is chosen this summer. We know what Adriana Torres can do in that time frame to get her hands on it again"

She stops to take a break, from the agility ladder. Warming her body for the game she will have in the afternoon. She had the Tv playing in the background, for noise. It took her mind off the drill, as they started to discuss who would will the Ballon D'Or this year. She reaches towards the bench to turn the tv off, it was finally starting to bother her.

"Think, she's won enough-" *click*

She sighs before picking up her water bottle, to take a long sip.

It's been a couple weeks since the last hearing. She has spent time trying to get past that part of her life, it's been hard but she's glad it's finally over. Finally content with getting back into her routine; Wake up, run, practice, eat, work out, sleep. Saturdays and Sundays were reserved for game footage, she'd watch any successful team, analyze and visualize. She hasn't really had time to go out with the girls, let alone stay around for practice when everyone chills down to talk. She heads straight home, to finish her work out. She's had to stay quiet, listen to the drills and practice. Only deciding to communicate when needed, because of everything that has been going on with Cortés. She's tried to minimize any friendly interaction with anyone, afraid he'll use something to his advantage.

She eventually decides it's time for a shower. She takes a hallway to her living room to get her own room. Her parents were more likely getting breakfast ready.

What she wasn't aware was that the living room, had another person present. She hadn't even looked up to see what other guest she had, considering she was desperate to get to a cold shower. She needed to relieve the tension she felt on her shoulders.

After her much needed shower, she quickly changes into game-day wear. Knowing her parents are probably waiting to eat breakfast with her before they would go out to the stadium.

She walks out of her room, making her way to the 2nd hallway that leads to the kitchen. She stops midway, in the shadow of the door, recognizing a voice that wasn't there 25 mins ago. She has suspicions, as she moves just a tad bit closer to peek behind the door, noticing blonde brown hair.

She held her breath for a second. She's avoided the woman since the black lash. It was best to stay away, even when she always wants to be in someway near her. It's taken a lot of willpower to not let everything out on her, and now the woman is currently in her kitchen.

"Vaig pensar que potser li hauria agradat. Ella sempre va parlar molt bé de tu." (I thought she might have liked you. She always speaks highly of you)

"no, només ens estimem molt" (No, we just really admire each other) Alexia responds with great confidence, knowing that it's so much more than that. It was something that they could grasp if it didn't feel so far away.

"Aixo ès cert" (I know that's right)

"Hi ha moments en què sembla que no li importa." (There are moments were like it feels like she doesn't care about me) The words flowed easily, so naturally. As a pocket of vulnerability Alexia was showing, Adriana's mother saw it as an opportunity. It was a moment of clarity, her mother knew that Alexia was just covering Adriana. She wasn't blind to seeing how closed off her daughter has been, pushing others away.