Ronaldo and Khloe<3

Jealous Cris

Khloes POV

"Cris come on we have to go!" I shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

He started walking down already dressed in his home kit.

"Whats the rush?" He asked with a slight tone of annoyance.

"Your going to be late. " I said with a sigh. We headed out the door into his black lambo. Cris was silent the enter drive. Could tell he was really nervous. With the way he drove we made it in time and just as he was walking away to the locker room I grabbed his arm. "Don't be so nervous" I said. "Its just hard. What If I mess up?" "Cris you wont. " I said and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

Cris POV

When her moist lips left mine a smile appeared on my face. All the nerves in my body flew right out. I turned around and jogged into the locker room. I hope we win this. The boys were all waiting for me and we huddled up.

Sergio became very serious.

"This is a tough team to beat. We are going to try our hardest no matter what. No mistakes. Defense stay tight. Cris and Ozil take shots. Keep doing what we have been. Win or lose were a team"

We all give each other a few pats on the back and lined up ready to walk out onto the field. As soon as we stepped out I could hear screaming fans. I saw white and blue jerseys and people smiling. One person stuck out in particular. Khloe. God she was gorgeous. I glanced over at the players next to us. BVB. They were a good team. Had a great forward I heard. I think he was #9. Khloe said he was good. He was one of her favorite players who wasn't on Real Madrid. He looked alright. Nothing compared to me but alright.

Before we knew it the ref blew the whistle and the game started. We played ruff. #9 was a bitch. He fouled me twice and the ref didn't even card him.

The game ended 1-0. We lost. I was fucking pissed. Maybe if they didn't push us down we would have scored. 10 minutes into the game and we already had fits flying. Sergio had to hold me back. I knew from the start they were douch bags.

Khloes POV

Real Madrid lost. I was mad but I liked BVB. The game was a little rough though. Nobody seemed to play fair. Cris almost fought the other team. God he could get so mad sometimes. I stood up from my seat and was headed for the locker rooms. I could hear my heels clicking as I was about the turn for the hall that lead to the locker room. As soon as I was I turned my heel broke and I fell. My face was inches away from the ground but then I felt two strong arms wrap around me and slowly lift me up. "Thank you so much" I said as I took off my heels. I looked up to see Lewandowski. #9. "Its no problem" He said with a smile. "Umm you played great." I said quietly. "Thanks um so did your team. judging your Jersey your a madrid fan." I smiled. God his accent was hot. WAIT. What. No. Cris had a hot accent not him. "Yeah big fan." "Well I have to go. It was nice meeting a pretty girl like you." He said as he took my hand and kissed it. He then walked away. Cris was standing at the door. He was probably standing there the whole time. He came toward me. "New Boyfriend?" He asked. "Very funny Cris. He just helped me when I fell. Stupid Loubitons. " I said as lifted the broken shoe. "Whatever" "Gezz you don't need to have such a attitude." "Im not." "Cris you clearly are" "Its not my fault the doche bag fouled me 100 times and was flirting with my gf" "He wasn't flirting. And he was nice. Maybe you should take some notes." "What so im not nice?" "Not when you act like this." I said with a sigh. He could be a real pain in the ass.

The car ride back he would ask me dumb questions that really ticked me off. Like "Did you feel good in his arms?" "Was his breath nice? You were so close I assume if it was minty you would have kissed him" I would always respond with , "Good one." Or "Your educated Cris"

When we got to his house I marched straight up to his room and got my stuff. I wasn't going to spend the night here. I didn't need to hear his nagging.

I walked back down the stairs. Cris was sitting on the couch shirtless. I bet Lewandowski looked good shirtless. NO. NO. God. You love Cris. Well Cris was being a fag. I began walking to the door. "Where you going? Lewandowski's house?" He send part he said quietly. But I could still hear it. "And you call Lewandowski a Douche.." I said while walking out.