Siempre te voy a querer

Chapter 97

Inside the Mexican locker room, the atmosphere was buzzing with energy and positivity after a solid first half. The players were discussing the game, replaying moments in their heads, and sharing thoughts on what they could improve for the second half. Isa was standing near Kevin, who was still catching his breath, his face glistening with sweat but wearing a satisfied grin. He glanced over at Isa, his eyes warm with appreciation.

Kevin leaned in closer, whispering to her, "¿Qué te pareció mi robo de balón a Enzo?"

Isa laughed softly, giving him a playful nudge. "Fue increíble, Kevin. Casi me haces gritar de la emoción."

Kevin chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Bueno, no sería la primera vez que te hago gritar," he teased quietly, earning a playful slap on his arm from Isa, who blushed but tried to keep her focus.

They shared a quiet moment, their connection evident despite the noise around them. Just as Kevin was about to say something more, Luis spotted them from across the room. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he made his way over.

Without warning, Luis squeezed himself between Isa and Kevin, plopping down on the bench and throwing an arm around each of them. "Haste pa' allá," he teased Kevin, nudging him playfully. Kevin rolled his eyes but moved slightly, giving Luis a bit of space.

Luis leaned back, still grinning. "¿Y ustedes dos, qué onda? ¿No se cansan de estar pegados todo el tiempo o qué? A ver, díganme, ¿ya me los puedo imaginar como novios o no?"

Kevin blushed, his face turning a slight shade of red. Isa, meanwhile, just chuckled and nudged Luis with her elbow. "Ay, Luis, no empieces," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Estamos aquí para concentrarnos en el partido, no en tus chismes."

Luis laughed, giving Kevin a friendly slap on the back. "¡Solo digo lo que todos estamos pensando, eh! Mira cómo te pones todo rojo, Kev. ¡Qué bonito!"

Kevin tried to keep a straight face, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Cállate, Luis," he said, half-joking, half-embarrassed.

Around them, the other players were continuing their own conversations. Jorge was animatedly talking about the goal, reenacting Orbelín's movements with his hands. "¡Fue perfecto, Orbelín! ¡Así es como se hace!" he exclaimed, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"Sí, la verdad fue un golazo," Henry added, clapping Orbelín on the back. "Pero no podemos confiarnos, muchachos. La segunda mitad va a ser más difícil."

Cesar chimed in, "Así es. Hay que seguir presionando y no bajar el ritmo. Messi y los otros van a salir con todo."

Isa nodded along with the conversation, contributing her thoughts when needed. "Exacto, chicos. Mantengamos la cabeza en el juego y sigamos ejecutando el plan de Jimmy," she encouraged, looking around at each of them.

Luis, still sandwiched between Kevin and Isa, couldn't help but throw in another tease. "Oye, Isa, cuando estás tan seria, pareces la jefa aquí," he joked. "Pero está bien, alguien tiene que mantenernos en línea, ¿no?"

Isa laughed, shaking her head. "Claro, Luis, alguien tiene que hacerlo, y definitivamente no eres tú."

The group burst into laughter, the high spirits of the team palpable. It was clear that they were more than just teammates—they were friends who enjoyed each other's company, even in high-pressure situations like this one.

Luis pretended to be offended by Isa's comment, putting a hand dramatically over his heart and lowering his head in mock hurt. "Ay, Isa, me rompiste el corazón," he said, his voice full of exaggerated sadness.

Isa chuckled, amused by his theatrics. She gave him a side hug, squeezing his shoulder. "Ay, ya, no exageres," she teased as she playfully messed up his hair.