𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 - Book 1

~Chapter 11~

                                                                                         Leonor

     "You cheater!" I yelled angrily, pushing Sofia hard in the shoulder. She grinned at me happily, which annoyed me even more.

     We were at one of the local parks playing soccer. Sofia insisted on teaching me. I had no clue why. It wasn't the worst thing in the world.

     We had been out playing for two hours, and I was utterly exhausted. Not many people were at the park, so we basically had the soccer net to ourselves.

     "Watch this!" Sofia called over her shoulder. The soccer ball was placed in front of her, and she took a few steps back before she kicked it.

     Her form is great. The soccer ball spun through the air and pierced the back of the net perfectly. A satisfied sound came out of her.

     "Nice one," I said, walking off to the field and to the bench where I had left my phone. The sun was beginning to set, so I knew we would be leaving soon. I settled onto the metal bench, pulling my phone out from my bag.

     I nearly dropped it in shock when I saw who had messaged me.

     "What the hell," I groaned loudly.

     Sofia was making her way over to me, and she saw the disgusted look on my face.

     "What now?" She said, sitting down next to me and taking off her cleats.

     "Gavi messaged me  again. He asked me to come to the Barcelona game tomorrow, and said that I could invite our entire family," I blurted. I instantly cringed at my words.

     "Leonor! Say yes! He obviously likes you," Sofia squealed. She reached for my phone again, but I was too quick and pulled it away in time.

     "I'm not going to say yes. He's annoying," I grumbled.

     "Well, then I'll go," Sofia shrugged.

     "Mom and dad won't let you go without me," I reminded her, and she smiled.

     "That's my point. So, then you have to go," she smirked.

     I kicked her in the shin. Hard.

     "You're going to regret this later," I muttered, but opened my phone anyways to reply. I gritted my teeth as I did so.

     "Hello Gavi, I would love to attend the Barcelona game tomorrow! See you there."

     I shut my phone off and shoved it back in my bag.

     "There? You happy?" I snapped, pointing at Sofia with my finger.

     She just shrugged and said, "I won't be happy until you guys kiss."

     This time, I pushed her as hard as I could. We were sisters, we were bound to argue all the time anyways.

     Part of me had wanted to say yes. It was getting harder to say no to him. I just didn't know why.

     "Leonor, why didn't you think to tell us about this sooner?" My mother asked me. The four of us were sitting around the dining room table. My father had made us each a cup of tea; it felt refreshing after spending most of the day playing soccer with Sofia.