The search of a dream ( Thomas Muller FF)

Chapter 2 - Dirty secrets

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

They didn't just lost...they were humiliated. Last year Bayern humiliated Barcelona, wining 7-0 on the aggregate now they were humiliated, at home, by Real Madrid.

Bayern lost 4-0, in the Allianz Arena and in the aggregate (first leg combined) 5-0. Yes, they were humiliated in semi-finals against Real Madrid. The spot to the final in Lisbon belonged to Real Madrid, who was now waiting to know if they will face Atletico or Chelsea.

The team was crushed, no one talked in the dressing room, everyone just wanted to get out of there the fastest way possible. Go home and forget that they had ever faced Real Madrid. What a day, ugh!

Thomas was one of the first guys to get out of the dressing room, he just wanted to go home or hit something. He was frustrated, he didn't do his best on the field today, and he perfectly knew why...he was recovering from that freaking fever. The fever that Dassler decided to share with the rest of the world, because of that he nearly didn't play today. Pep was so furious with him for not telling him or Bayern's doctor that he had a fever, that he threatened Thomas. If he lied to him again he wouldn't play for the rest of the season and the first four matches in the next one.

Thomas was turning a corner in the Allianz Arena parking lot, when he spotted a petite women with blonde wavy short hair; she was dress with some casual demin jeans, ankle boots and a white shirt. She was also taking notes while talking to Karl – Heinz Rummenigge, one of Bayern director's. It was obviously, Lena freaking Dassler.

Karl said goodbye to her, leaving Lena alone finishing writing her notes. Thomas took the opportunity and went to her, she had a lot of explaining to do, and they weren't in front of the cameras so he could say the things he wanted.

Thomas grabbed her arm, " What the heck was that yesterday?"

She yanked her arm from him, " What do you think it was, Muller? I had the facts and I confronted you."

"Bullshit, you did that on purpose" he hissed, " What was your play behind it all? What the heck did you want to achieve with that?"

"I wanted to confronted you, common... you can't lie to Pep or your team," she stated, mad, while putting her notebook and pen in her bag.

Muller rubbed his face, " I wasn't lying to them, it wasn't important. I felt good."

She laughed ironically, " You were perfectly fine...obviously. Did you actually saw the way you play today? No one is going to point the fact that you suck, because Bayern played badly as all...but damn I have seen you play better."

Muller groaned, " I know, but that's not the point. What is this after all, is this revenge?"

Lena laughed once more, Muller question was so damn good; his head was really something, "Revenge of what? I just did my job"

He wasn't convinced with her answer, " Hmm...and I'm the United States President, you wanted to get back at me because of that night?"

"What? No! Muller put this in your head...I was simply doing my job," she said, trying to contain herself from shouting. She didn't want to attract attention to them.

" I don't believe you, since that freaking night you have been worse then you were before!" Thomas accused her.

"That's not true," she quickly replied. Sure she got very angry at the time, because she let that happen but that had nothing to do with their banter. They fight like they always did, " I'm the same, you on the other way are so much more stupid."

Muller chuckled, " Yeah, yeah. I want the truth Dassler. So... are you mad because I didn't broke up with Kristen? Did you think that our one night would change our relationship?"

She sighed, frustrated, " We were drunk! I would never slept with you in any other way, and if Kristen is still with you...good for you, I don't care! God, stop thinking that the world revolves around you...because it doesn't!"

Muller got close to her, pining her between him and the car that was behind them, " So this doesn't affect you?"

"No," she said, maintaining her strong voice.

Both Lena and Thomas could feel sparks running through their bodies, like they felt three months prior but, once again, they decided to ignore it.

Muller back down, laughing, " You're good..."

"-and you're stupid, a complete idiot!" Lena retoured, angry. She had to get out of there fast because if not, she was going to hit Thomas. He deserved, but she wasn't about to have a process and have her World Cup coverage blown away because of Thomas Stupid Muller.

"Go home to your beloved girlfriend!" Lena said, while Thomas continued to chuckle with her angriness.

"You're sounding way too jealous, sweetheart." Thomas said amused.

She groaned, " God, your such a child. I don't like you, ok. That night didn't mean a thing to me. Jesus, Muller can you just go away."

He put his arms up, " I will, don't worry, I don't want to spent more time with you...but just in case you don't believe me, you did sound jealous."

She groaned again, furious and ready to hit him, " Just go away!!"

"I'm going! I'm going," he said walking away from her, satisfied. At least something good had happen today; he had managed to get Lena Dassler very furious with him.

Their discussion in the parking lot wasn't so private as both thought it was. Behind one of the pillars, a very well known paparazzi in Germany was smiling brightly, he had recorded Thomas Muller and Lena Dassler conversation. He had discovered gold! He was about to gain a lot of money tomorrow, by selling the recording tape to the gossip magazines.

Soon a very big bomb was going to be dropped, a bomb that was going to mess a lot Lena's and Thomas's lives.