Alegría | Bartra

=Epilogue=

Thousands of people rush into the same direction in streams and the crowd outside the stadium still doesn't seem to get smaller but I cannot believe that there will be enough people tonight to fill the entire Camp Nou.

It is huge and makes an every culé's heart flutter but to me, the mere thought of joining all those people and being able to meet some of the players after the match makes me want to throw up in anxiety. But I follow them nevertheless; Mariella already spoke to Sergi and he's going to arrange everything.

I called Mariella back after I had opened the envelope and actually thanked her. I listened to her apologies properly and forgave her after she had promised to help me with the thing between Marc and I. She asked Marc for his best friend's number and contacted him; he loved the plan and agreed to maneuver Marc out of the lockerrooms after the match.

It takes longer than expected to get into Barça's home stadium; I have never been to any kind of sport event but the atmosphere is undescribable.

The match is against a team called Valencia but I am not really able to pay attention to anything besides the football players that step onto the field. Marc is not among them; another thing I could imagine after what Mariella had told me. Sergi described him as moody, sad, quiet and unconcentrated which caused my heart to ache terribly.

Why can't he just talk to me? I feel literally the same.

I cannot make out Sergi as well but there are a few other familiar faces that could be recognized even by completely football-unknowing watchers.

Only five minutes later the whistle is blown and the match starts. From the beginning on it's pretty clear who's going to win the match of day; Barcelona.

After ninety rapid minutes the match ends in a win for Barça without Marc being able to show off his talent and ambition I've always admired about him.

I had wished for the time to pass by slowly but here I am, palms sweating like crazy, heart beating twice as quick as normal and knees shaking like they were made out of pudding. Making my way into the direction of the lockerrooms, I feel like collapsing due to the fact that I will see Marc again.

How will he react?

Will he forgive me?

And most importantly: will he even hear me out after what happened?

I am too deep in thoughts to notice Sergi coming nearer from behind me so I literally die from a heart attack as he taps my shoulder softly.

"You scared the hell out of me" I laugh nervously as I turn around to lay my eyes on the cute football player infront of me.

"I didn't mean to" he grins and extends his hand out for me to shake, "I am Sergi if you haven't already guessed"

"And I am Cecilia as you surely know"

Marc's best friend leads me to a quieter part of the stadium past lots of security men directly to the lockerrooms.

"So here's the plan" he says, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I will tell Marc there's some fan out here who wants to meet him. You wait around that corner," he gestures over to where we've come from, "and appear as soon as Marc steps out. Then you--"

Sergi suddenly breaks himself off as his eyes widen themselves, his glance glued to something behind me. I already know who it is when I slowly turn around but the way his stare lasts on me so intensively causes my heart to pump faster and my knees to go weak.

"What is she doing here?"

Marc Bartra, the boy I have more feelings for than I first expected, practically spits out the word she and seems to be disgusted by the fact that I am standing right infront of him.