Taken By The Fall || Marco Reus

Feelings aren't Sereus

Chapter Ten:

"What's wrong?" Bastian asked worriedly as Sandra opened the door of Marco's apartment with a glass of wine in her hand.

She shook her head and ushered him in, then closing the door behind her. "You'll never guess what happened." Sandra exhaled heavily, leaning against the door.

"Okay, but first, I think I should tell you something." She said, and then walked over to the couch. "Sit, you need to hear this."

Bastian, clueless, obeyed her orders and sat down beside the Argentine. "What is so important that you needed to haul me over in the middle of the morning?" He asked.

Sandra let out a breath. She thought that she would trust Bastian to keep this a secret, or at least she hoped that he would. "You know how we went to Lisbon to play Benfica in the Champions League right?"

Bastian nodded in response.

"Well, something happened. I... I think I drank too much the night of the ceremony, and I ended up-" She stopped her words, too embarrassed to even say it. "I kissed Marco." She squeaked.

Bastian, who was listening intently, was jaw-dropped. His eyes widened as he heard this. "What? You kissed him?"

Sandra lowered her head in shame and fiddled with her hands on her knee. One more person that knows about this. Great.

"Did he kiss you back?" He asked curiously, waiting to hear more of the juicy story that would soon unravel.

"I don't remember, Bastian. I was completely wasted; I mean I barely remembered kissing him. I don't think he did, in fact he probably pulled away from me as soon as the kiss started." Sandra huffed, trying to pick up little pieces of memories of the night. She had found a piece of paper in her suitcase with a bunch of molecular formulas on it; no idea how that got in there.

"And, that's not the end..." Sandra trailed off in a smaller voice now, as if she was she had to talk really quiet or else someone would hear. "I fell asleep on his bed- long story, but it was completely platonic at that time –and when I woke up in the middle of the night, he was talking to someone on the phone; Nina. Marco said he would meet up with her soon, and then look what I found this morning on the daily mail, from Erik's wild party." Sandra explained, then handed Bastian her laptop with a picture of the two making out on a sofa.

"Marco, you blithering idiot." Bastian sighed under his breath, looking at the candid image.

Bastian had never really liked Nina; well, from the one time he met her when Marco, her and Sandra were having dinner a week ago in her restaurant. He knew she seemed a little bit off, even though she was saying all the right things, and she was obviously very attractive. However, Bastian knew Marco, and he didn't think that Marco would be the type of guy that would just go around kissing his ex-girlfriends in parties. But then again, he never really seemed like the type that would go around kissing his manager.

"My job is in jeopardy." Sandra said dully, staring at the coffee table in front of her.

"Your uncle is one of the directors of this club isn't he?" Bastian asked.

Sandra scoffed. "Please, he's the one I'm worried about finding out. My uncle is not someone you would want to disobey, trust me. He got me this job but only if I promised to stay professional; well, it's a week into it, and I've already crossed two hundred kilometers off the limit."

Bastian curled his lip. He didn't know how to respond to this. Former managers and Marco were never exactly close with each other, which was what puzzled him. But, deep down, he knew what the two really felt. After all, he knew Marco well enough to know the signs, and these were way far into it than he usually is. Although he did not tell Sandra, and from then on he kept it quiet to himself, because that's something that Marco has to find out for himself, once he realizes, and then tell her.