Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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Pedri's POV

As I stepped out of the room, the weight of what had just happened pressed heavily on my chest. I could still feel the warmth of Luciana's gaze lingering, the sadness in her voice echoing in my mind. I had just left the only person I loved, and it felt like I was cutting off a piece of my own heart. But the stakes were too high. I couldn't let anyone ruin what I had built, especially not someone like Dante, who was clearly seeking revenge.

Carla was waiting for me outside the door, her expression calm and professional, but I could see the concern etched on her face. "Let's get ready for the statement," she said, guiding me down the hallway toward the interview room. My stomach twisted at the thought of addressing the public, knowing the weight of my words could change everything.

As we entered the small, stark room, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was about to come. I sat down in front of the camera, the bright lights blinding me for a moment. Carla positioned herself next to me, her clipboard ready.

"Remember, Pedri," she said, her tone serious. "Stay calm and collected. We're addressing this as a false statement made by Dante, and we need to clarify the facts without mentioning Luciana directly. It's crucial."

I nodded, but my mind was racing. Dante's words echoed in my head, and the thought of him dragging Luciana into this mess made my blood boil. "What if they ask about her?" I said, my voice strained. "What do I say?"

"We'll handle that if it comes up," Carla assured me. "Just focus on denying the allegations. You need to protect your reputation and the club's."

The camera turned on, and the lights dimmed slightly. "Good afternoon, everyone," I began, forcing a confident tone into my voice. "I'm here to address some comments made during a recent Instagram Live by Dante."

I could see the reporters in the room, their pens poised and ready to catch every word. I took another breath, trying to maintain my composure. "Dante's claims regarding my personal life are completely false. He's spreading misinformation out of bitterness and jealousy. I'm committed to my career at FC Barcelona and would never do anything to jeopardize that."

A reporter raised her hand. "Pedri, can you clarify what you mean by 'bitterness'? Is there a personal history between you and Dante?"

I clenched my fists, feeling the tension in my shoulders. "Dante and I were never friends. His motives are clear—he's trying to create drama where there is none."

Another reporter jumped in. "You mentioned misinformation. Are you denying any allegations of cheating or inappropriate relationships with anyone?"

I hesitated, the weight of the question hanging in the air. "As I said, these allegations are false. My focus is on football, on my teammates, and the club. That's what matters most to me right now."

Carla shot me a quick nod, signaling me to stay on track. "Let's stick to the facts, Pedri," she whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

"Do you have a response to the rumors involving Luciana?" another journalist pressed, and my heart raced at the mention of her name.

I felt a surge of panic. "All the rumors of Luciana and me are false." I replied tightly. "What's important is that I focus on my professional life, and that's what I'm doing."

The reporters began to murmur among themselves, clearly intrigued. "But if she's been linked to these rumors, how can you separate your personal life from your professional commitments?"

I paused, grappling with the question. I wanted to shout that Luciana had nothing to do with this—that she was innocent. But that would only fuel the fire. "I'm dedicated to maintaining the integrity of the club," I stated, forcing my voice to remain steady. "That's all I can say right now."