Unexpected Love

Chapter 18

Cristiano

"Cristiano please do not get sent off during this game for the love of all things sane." Iker pleaded as he tried to keep up with me.

Gareth trailed behind us looking very worried. Officials looked at us as if we each had grown two heads as we trampled loudly across the Bernabeu.

My hand was slightly messed up from the glass but that was the least of my problems. The media caught ever moment of my slight outburst and now club representatives have to hush up the situation.

We walked briskly towards our side of the tunnel and to say I was out for blood is an understatement.

"Come on, wait until the game is over, then you can kick his ass at the afterparty," Gareth reasoned as I pushed the door of the lockerroom so hard that my teammates jumped.

I kicked at my gym bag in frustration, wishing it really was his smug little face.

"What the hell happened?" Karim asked, picking up my water bottle that flew across the room.

"He's on the verge of slitting Neymar's throat right now," Iker said as if it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

James jumped slightly and looked very concerned but Luka told him something quietly and he nodded his head in understanding.

"Cris let me see your hand," Iker said in an exhausted voice. I placed it into his palm and the entire lockerroom gasped.

"Oh damn, Cris," Dani whispered, looking like he was on the verge of throwing up from the all the blood. I sat silently, tense as hell and jaw clenched as Sergio and Iker cleaned up my hand and bandaged it.

Coach Carlo suddenly poked his head into the room and signalled for us to line up to head out onto the pitch. Everyone did giving me a look of encouragement while only Marcelo, Sergio and Karim lingered behind.

"So what happened," Marcelo asked grabbing my arm, stopping me from walking in angry circles. I didn't even realise I was doing that.

"I was talking to Lionel and he told me some things that really made me ask myself if Neymar could turn purple if I choke him long enough." I seethed.

"Woah woah woah calm down, what did he say exactly?" Karim asked looking very concerned. Sergio nodded, folding his arms tightly.

"He said he wants to slide back into her life and get in between her legs."

"I'm gonna kill him," Marcelo said angrily, starting towards the entrance of the tunnel. Sergio grabbed him quickly by the back of the shirt, just in time before the camera turned towards us.

"Hey slow down Rambo, not without me," Sergio reasoned, dusting off Marcelo's shoulder, turning to me seriously,"Look I could break something for him. I don't mind another red card."

"Neither do I," Marcelo said miserably. This is why these guys are my friends.

"It's true, she's like my sister. It's a real fucked up thing for him to say. Not even considering the fact she has a boyfriend, you don't ever talk about a woman like that." Karim said in a clipped voice.

"Guys come on let's do this," Iker shouted from the head of the line. The officials let us through and we walked determinedly on the pitch.

I caught a glance of Neymar as I reached the entrance of the tunnel and it took a lot of self control and Karim's quick reflexes to stop me from getting to that fucker.

The Bernabeu was in a frenzy. The solid mass of White lifted my spirits only half the way. Everyone looked to be on their A game as we lined up. Leo shot me a sympathetic smile and I returned with a quick nod not wanting to linger too long lest I happen to find his eyes.