Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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Pedri's POV

The next day at training, I felt like I was barely keeping it together. After the mess with Dante's live and the interview, my mind was still tangled in everything going on with Luciana. I had tried to focus on football, but honestly, my head was anywhere but here. As soon as I arrived at the training ground, I could tell Ferran had something on his mind. He was pacing around, looking at his phone, and then at the group of us getting ready to start.

Eric noticed it first. "What's up with you, Ferran? You look like you've got some big news or something," he said, stretching his arms as we all waited for the drills to start.

Ferran grinned, clearly holding back from spilling something. He looked at me for a second and then back at the group. "You guys aren't gonna believe this," he said, and all the boys started gathering around him, curious.

"What?" Gavi asked, raising an eyebrow. "If it's something wild, I wanna know."

Ferran leaned in, clearly excited to share. "Luciana... she's going to try and qualify to represent Spain in track. Like, for the European Championships."

There was a collective murmur of surprise and excitement around the group. I felt my chest tighten a little. 

"No way," Ansu said, wide-eyed. "The European Championships? That's massive!"

Ferran nodded. "Yeah, and it's not easy. Only the top ten get to represent each country. They take two from each race. She's going for the 100 and 200 meters."

Eric whistled, clearly impressed. "That's insane. She must be in unreal shape to even think about qualifying for something like that."

"She's been training hard," Ferran added, puffing his chest out a bit. "Juan Diaz is coaching her, and he's not one to mess around. If he thinks she can do it, she's got a real shot."

"Yo, that's huge, man," Gavi chimed in, looking genuinely impressed. "Top ten in the country? She's gonna have to be fast as hell for that."

"She's always been fast," Ferran said with a grin. "But yeah, this is on another level. Only two from each race qualify to represent Spain. It's super competitive and she hasn't raced professionally in years."

I stayed quiet, trying to absorb it all. Luciana, sprinting for a chance to represent Spain? I couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and worry. The pressure on her must be insane. But if anyone could do it, it was her.

Balde nudged me with a knowing look. "You good, bro? You've been quiet. This is your girl we're talking about."

I forced a small smile. "Yeah... it's just a lot, you know? It's a huge deal. I didn't realize she was going for something this big."

"Bro, you better be ready to cheer her on," Ferran said, shooting me a look. "This is as important as anything we've got going on here."

"I know," I muttered, still processing everything.

"Man, that's crazy," Ansu said, shaking his head. "But it makes sense. She's always been dedicated like that, hasn't she?"

Ferran nodded. "Yeah, she's been working her ass off. The qualifying rounds are less than a week away, too."

"A week?!" Gavi nearly shouted. "Man, she's not wasting time."

"Nope," Ferran said proudly. "It's going to be intense, but she's ready for it. I'm just glad she's got something to focus on outside of all this other... stuff."

I knew he was referring to the drama surrounding Dante's live and everything that had gone down between me and Luciana. I could feel Ferran watching me closely, almost like he was waiting for me to say something.