Used to Be | Sergio Agüero

chapter eight

sara

"Mark," I asked slowly, "I have a question."

"Go shoot," he said, keeping his eyes on the road.

For a moment, I got distracted by the aroma of the pizza in the backseat, but I quickly snapped back to reality.

"What is it, Sara?" Mark asked, glancing at me.

"You really don't mind that I'm working closely with my former boyfriend?" I looked at him.

He reached for my hand, brought it up to his lips, and kissed it. "I don't mind. I trust you. If you could stay faithful even if you didn't see him for months at a time, I'm positive you can stay faithful to someone you see 'most every day."

"Good," I breathed, "because he's injured for a week and I have to do therapy with him."

His eyes widened, "Sergio Agüero is injured for a week? He's missing the Arsenal game?"

I nodded, pursing my lips.

"I swear," he shook his head in disappointment. "That man needs to manage his injuries. He's missed nearly every big game this season."

And that was true. Chelsea? Sergio missed it. United? Sergio missed it. Champions League group stage against Real Madrid? Sergio missed it.

"He can't not get injured," I laughed. "That's like me telling you to see without your glasses."

"Difference is this," Mark shrugged, "nobody is depending on my eyesight."

I teasingly elbowed him.

"Careful there, Sara," he chuckled. "Wouldn't want to put the pizza at risk, now would we?"

I laughed, "Cause the pizza's life is more important than ours, right."

"Right," he grinned. "Say, I can't wait for the quarters. Atletico Madrid."

"Haha," I laughed sarcastically, "I know exactly what you're up to."

Whenever he said that, I knew he wanted me to challenge him. Mark was a die-hard Manchester City fan, and I was a fan too. But, my heart belonged to Atleti, and Atleti only.

"C'mon," he teased.

"Griezmann and Koke will have their boots up your arse," I stuck my tongue out at him. "There."

"Be more supportive of your team, Sara," Mark laughed.

"Atletico was my team, is my team, and will always be my team," I stated, before muttering, "idiota."

"Idiota," he laughed, the way he pronounced it making me laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Idiota," I said, imitating his strong accent.

"Laugh all you want," he said, "you couldn't pronounce phobia properly."

"Yeah?" I said, laughing harder. "And how about teh-kweye-ro?"

"Teh-key-air-oh," he prounounced loudly and clearly, making sure I heard him, "you pain in the arse."

I kissed his free hand, "Te quiero."

He parked in front of his house and we both walked inside. I slumped onto his couch, which had become my automatic go-to spot in his house for a few months now.

"You staying over, Sara?" Mark asked as he opened the pizza box on the coffee table.

"If you want me to," I shrugged. "So long as you know my rule."

And that rule was to keep my purity intact.

"Eh, I don't feel like it anyway," he moved my legs and sat down. "But I'd love to have you over."

"Then I am staying over," I said. "Be a dear and give me a pizza slice, Marky."

"Don't call me that, Rara," he said before basically throwing a pizza at me.

I kicked him before saying, "Don't call me that."

He shoved my legs off of his lap, causing me to fall off the couch. "Whoops," he said before taking a bite out of a slice of pizza.

As soon as I got up and sat back down beside him, I punched his arm. "You're an arse."

"Indeed, I am," he said before kissing my hand and turning the telly on.

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i'm a bit curious, would u guys prefer sara w sergio or mark?