AUGUST - pablo gavi

twenty - two // the party

— MY NOTE —

DONT BE A SILENT READER !!
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sitting in the crowd at a barcelona game was strange for isa. she was used to sitting in the bench with the team. she was used to giving them tips , calming them if they come off the pitch angry or comforting them when they're upset after a loss.

but instead of that , she was sat in the midst of the crowd in the camp nou , watching the copa del rey semi-final , seeing barcelona getting trashed 3-0 by real madrid.

and so far both pedri and gavi had revived a yellow card each for deliberately pushing , kicking , elbowing and shouldering jude.

but three goals became four when jude scored a diving header and the madrid fans erupted into cheers , but all isa could do was clap and slightly smile.

jude did his current signature celebration , which was pointing at his eye and making a heart; that he said was for isa.

the game restarted shortly , but it wasn't long until another fight started. jude had the ball but gavi had purposely kicked jude's shin.

jude turned around , facing him with a confused look on his face , "what the fuck mate." he said.

gavi ignored him. he turned around , walking away but jude followed , pushing gavi's shoulder , "did you do that by accident or did you do that because you're jealous of me and isa?"

"jealous of you and isa? — why would i be jealous?" gavi asked , keeping his back facing jude as he walked away.

jude rolled his eyes. "you've always been jealous." he said , catching up to gavi. "and it's so fucking obvious."

"is your life that sad that she's the only thing you flex about?" gavi replied , not looking at jude even though he was standing next to him.

jude was about to say something back but camavinga had pulled him away and told him that 'it wasn't worth it'.

the game continued , but despite jude's impressive performance and madrid's dominating presence on the pitch , jude's mind was preoccupied.

the quarrel with gavi had left him feeling frustrated and angry , but he masked it well , maintaining his focus on the game.

every time the ball went wide toward the sidelines , gavi glanced at the stands and couldn't help but notice isa sitting in the crowd. the sight of her sitting amongst the fans , instead of by his side like usual , served as a painful reminder of the distance between the two.

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much to isa's satisfaction , the game eventually ended and she now found herself sat in the passenger side jude's car , his hand on her thigh , rubbing his thumb against the satin fabric on her long white dress as he drove to the after party of the game which was taking place in a fancy hotel.

hills by the weekend played from jude's phone as the car's headlines lit up the empty road ahead , a palpable silence between the pair , filled only by the low hum of the car's engine , music , and the occasional street noise.