A Bet That Changed Us ︱Pablo Gavi

118: Wake up call

The morning started with the buzzing of my phone vibrating against the nightstand, pulling me out of the deep, content sleep I had fallen into. I blinked, rubbing my eyes, and reached for it, seeing the notifications lighting up the screen—The Best Trio + Isa group chat was blowing up.

                                                                                    The best trio+ Isa

Barça's Starboy: Yooo, did you all hear them last night? 😂

Baldie: Heard? Bro I think the whole floor heard 💀

El Príncipe: Can confirm. Walls are thin, Isa. Very thin. 😂

Isa: shut up, all of you. its not like you guys havent done it before

Baldie: yeah but no one has ever caught or heard us😂😂

I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. Next to me, Pablo stirred, turning over and squinting at the screen. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep.

"They heard us last night," I muttered, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Pablo chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Well, I guess we weren't exactly quiet. No, you weren't quiet."

Before I could even respond, the buzzing started again, this time with an incoming call from the group chat. I sighed, reluctantly answering it and putting it on speaker. Instantly, Lamine and Ansu's laughter filled the room.

"Isa! Pablo!" Lamine's voice came through, almost too loud. "Good morning, lovebirds! Or should I say, loud birds?"

Ansu chimed in next. " it was like a performance. Do you guys charge admission for that or what?"

Before I could even retort, Balde and Pedri joined the call from their own room. "We had to turn up the TV just to drown you out," Balde teased, his voice tinged with a mocking tone. "And I was watching my favorite show, man."

Pedri added with a laugh, sitting next to Balde, "And we didn't even have to guess who it was. Pablo's voice gave it away."

Pablo finally spoke up, leaning closer to the phone. "Shut up, all of you, I'll kill you later" he grumbled, his tone half-serious, half-amused.

Lamine wasn't letting it go, though. "Nah, nah, we're just getting started. Ansu, hit them with it."

Ansu put on an exaggerated voice, mimicking the noises from last night. "'Oh, Pablo...faster'" he drawled dramatically, earning a howl of laughter from the others.

I could hear Lamine wheezing with laughter. "And then there was that moment when Pablo went, 'Isa, your so beau—'"

"Okay, that's enough!" I cut in, my face turning redder by the second. Pablo looked both amused and exasperated beside me.

"No, no, we're just getting to the best part," Balde teased. "Isa, you should know, you were screaming his name 'Pablo, don't stop please—'"

"Fuck Pablo, I'm going to cum" Pedri added in while the rest were dying of laughter.

"Your so good for me Isa" Ansu mocked Pablo's tone.

Lamine and Balde then proceeded to start imitating our moans and groans. Thtas when I had enough.

"Alright, bye!" I hung up, tossing the phone back on the bed. Pablo was laughing now, unable to contain himself.

"Well, that was... an interesting wake-up call," he said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help but laugh a little. "They're never going to let us live that down, are they?"

"Probably not," he replied, still chuckling. "But at least we gave them something to talk about."

After a few more moments of playful banter, we decided to get up and start getting ready for the day. We showered quickly, trying to keep things innocent this time, then dressed casually before heading down to breakfast with the bridesmaids, groomsmen, the newlyweds, and the rest of the crew.

The breakfast spread was laid out beautifully, with fresh pastries, fruits, eggs, and more. Clara and Matteo looked radiant, still basking in the afterglow of their wedding day. The Barça boys were already at the table, grinning mischievously at Pablo and me as we took our seats. I shot them a warning look, and they all pretended to zip their lips, although I could see the amusement dancing in their eyes.

Clara leaned over, her voice low. "I heard about the, ... morning wake-up call."

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Not you too"

She laughed softly. "Hey, it's your day today. Let them have their fun."

After a delicious breakfast and a few more teasing comments from the guys, we all said our goodbyes to Clara and Matteo before they headed off to their honeymoon. The rest of us, including the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and Barça boys, decided to continue the celebration with a day at a nearby paintball park.

Arriving at the paintball place, we were greeted with rows of paintball guns, protective suits, and goggles. The excitement was palpable as we all geared up. Lamine, Pedri, Ansu, Balde, Pablo, Ferran and Fermin were already boasting about their soon-to-be victories.

"Remember, this is war," Ferran announced dramatically, pulling his goggles down over his eyes. "No mercy!"

I couldn't help but laugh at their seriousness.

We split into two teams, and the chaos began. Paintballs flew in every direction as we ducked behind obstacles, rolled across the ground, and aimed for our targets. The paint splattered everywhere—bright blues, greens, and reds turning the field into a colorful battleground.

At one point, Pablo managed to sneak up behind me, splattering me with a burst of yellow paint. "Gotcha!" he laughed, dodging away before I could retaliate.

"Oh, you're so dead!" I yelled, chasing after him, paint gun ready. The others cheered, rooting for whoever they thought would win the face-off.

By the end of it, we were all covered in paint, panting and laughing as we made our way back to the changing area. Despite the teasing, the competition had brought us all closer, and the camaraderie was unmistakable.

After freshening up and changing out of our paint-splattered clothes, we headed to a well-known steakhouse in Madrid for lunch. The smell of grilled meats and spices greeted us as we entered, our stomachs rumbling in unison. The restaurant was bustling with life, and we managed to get a large table to accommodate our rowdy group.

As we dug into our steaks, ribs, and sides, the conversation flowed easily, filled with jokes, stories, and of course, more teasing. Lamine, sitting across from me, couldn't resist bringing up last night again.

"By the way, Isa," he said, a sly grin on his face, "did you know you hit a high note last night? Like, impressive stuff."

I shot him a glare while Pablo laughed, nudging me playfully. "See? You've got a fan club."

"Yeah, well, they're all going to be signing autographs on hospital papers if they keep it up," I shot back, earning laughs from everyone.

As lunch wrapped up, I looked around at my friends—my chosen family. I felt incredibly lucky to be surrounded by so much love and support, even if it came with a fair share of teasing. And with Pablo by my side, I knew I could face anything—even the relentless ribbing from the Barça boys.

And as I glanced over at him, catching him staring at me with that soft smile, I knew I'd choose him—and this crazy, wonderful life—every single time.