FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 29 :: Innocent

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The air crackled with anticipation as the Barcelona squad gathered on the training pitch. The sun beat down mercilessly, turning the grass into a shimmering green canvas. Pedri, his eyes focused on the ball at his feet, felt a familiar tension knotting his stomach. Today was the day he had to prove himself, to show everyone that he was worthy of his place on the team.

He glanced across the field, catching sight of Gavi, his best friend, his heart skipping a beat. Gavi was already engaged in a lively conversation with João Félix, their laughter echoing across the pitch. Pedri watched, a pang of unease twisting in his gut, as João's hand brushed against Gavi's hip, his touch lingering a moment too long.

As the training session began, Pedri found himself constantly drawn to Gavi's side, his eyes following his every move. He couldn't shake the feeling that João was deliberately trying to get close to Gavi, his "innocent" touches and playful banter laced with a subtle possessiveness that made Pedri's blood boil.

During a break in the drills, João leaned in close to Gavi, his arm slung casually around Gavi's shoulders. "You're looking good today, Gavi," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're really starting to shine."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against Gavi's ear. "You're going to be a star, you know that?"

Gavi, his face flushed, laughed nervously, but Pedri saw the way his eyes darted towards him, a silent plea for help. He couldn't take it anymore.

As João leaned in for another "innocent" neck kiss, Pedri snapped. He charged across the field, his anger a burning inferno in his chest. He slammed into João, a solid punch landing squarely in his stomach.

The impact sent João sprawling to the ground, gasping for breath. The other players, stunned into silence, watched in disbelief as Pedri stood over João, his face contorted with rage.

"Don't you dare touch him," Pedri snarled, his voice dripping with venom.

Gavi, his face pale with shock, rushed to Pedri's side. "Pedri, what are you doing?" he cried, his voice trembling. "You can't just hit him!"

Pedri, his anger momentarily subsiding, looked at Gavi, his eyes filled with remorse. He had lost control, had let his jealousy get the better of him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I just... I couldn't help it."

The coach, his face grim, rushed to the scene, his voice booming across the field. "That's it! Pedri, you're suspended! Get off the pitch!"

Pedri, his head bowed, walked off the field, his heart heavy with guilt. He had let his emotions get the best of him, and now he was paying the price.

As he walked away, he heard Gavi's voice, sharp and filled with disappointment. "Pedri, how could you?" he yelled. "You know how much I hate violence! You know how important this is for me!"

Pedri stopped, his shoulders slumping. He knew he had messed up, had hurt Gavi in a way he never intended. He had let his jealousy cloud his judgment, and now he had to face the consequences.

He turned back, his eyes meeting Gavi's. He wanted to explain, to apologize, but the words wouldn't come. He just stood there, his heart filled with regret, his soul aching with the pain of his own foolish actions.