Zlatan, The God

4-The King

They all waved at Sara, or shouted ''Hey Sara!''. The brazilians all greeted her with a hug. Zlatan then walked in. He ignored Sara completely, keeping eye contact with me for his whole trip to his spot in the lockers, which felt like an eternity. I snaped out of his gaze when David kissed Sara, and then hugged me.

"Ewwww you're all sweaty!'' I playfuly pushed him away "You did a good job, David'' he smiled, keeping Sara under his arm. ''Oh! Thanks for the shirt. And the lolipop. I love lolipops"

''It's my pleasure, really-'' he was cut off by Thiago jumping on his back. They both laughed like children, it was incredible to watch

"You're Charlie, right?''his eyes snapped at me, as I simply nodded. ''Thiago, nice to meet you'' he held his hand out for me to shake, which I gladly took.

The Italian kid then came to us, kissed Sara's cheek, asking her how she is. Zlatan was still looking at me, slightly smiling when he noticed me spotting him. I turned my gaze around, seeing the Italian coming at me.

''Im Marco! Nice to meet you!" He hugged me, at my surpise. Sara did tell me he was a loving person, after all. He left as fast as he came. David saw my surprise, quietly laughing at me. He walked next to me, leaving Sara talking to Thiago.

''We're going to this restaurant tonight, would you like to come? All the team will be there, with their girlfriends and stuff.''

''Sure, It'll be fun'' It would, wouldn't it? The guys seem nice, and I'll have David and Sara if I'm lost or something.

I kept talking with some of the guys, mostly the brazilian ones, as they were closer to David. I don't actually know why I kept talking english to them. After all, they were more comfortable in portuguese. They were really funny. Marquinhos was actually keeping me in conversations and really tried making me comfortable around them, which happily happened very fast.

''(in portuguese) Lucas, this chick looks good, Sara should be scared'' Marquinhos said, winking at David, while nudging Lucas.

"(still in portuguese) You guys should watch out before I hit you'' David said laughing, while Sara looked annoyed

''(Still in portuguese) Thanks Marquinhos, but Sara has nothing to worry about, you dickheads'' I said, at their surprise. Marquinhos looked at me wide eyes, Lucas was laughing histerically, and David didn't seem to catch on what was happening.

''(Portuguese) David you didn't tell us she spoke portuguese, what the hell'' Said Marqui, shoked.

''(P) DO YOU THINK I KNEW? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME CHARLES? EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE SO MUCH MORE SIMPLE NOW!'' David screamed, jumping on me and hugging me. Sara just looked annoyed. Oh well.

They all started getting changed. Imagine how beautiful my view was. 20 gorgeous men changing in the same room as me. Altough I must say the smell was... Special. Some started leaving, saying bye to their teammates, to Sarah and (awkwardly) to me. Verratti pecked both my cheeks, Marquinos high fived me, and Thiago hugged me. Zlatan gave me a smile, from which I blushed. He was truly mesmerizing. Sara had to leave to her hotel room to get changed, from what I've heard. David was just fooling around with a ball, making me laugh, as the last guys left.

''(P) I guess I'm gonna go, Davi, I've got to get ready''

''(P) Wait I'll give you a ride, we live close enough, don't we?'' He laughed

We made our way outside, being interrupted by press, crew members and fans. He pulled his hood up over his head, struggling to hide his hair. I handed him a pink hair tie with white flowers on it from my wrist.