Call Me Maybe

Chapter SIX

"How are you?" Asked Mesut via phone from Madrid.

Marco chuckled as he took his gym bag out from his car. "Yeah fine..," Marco asked him back. He closed the car door and pushed the remote control button to lock his car. "I have match tomorrow," Marco added.

"I know, i saw the schedule.. Good luck bro," said Mesut from the other side.

"Thank you.. How about you? Have prepare for ajax?" Marco asked related for the match in Champion League next wednesday. They were in the same group with Ajax Amsterdam and Manchester City. Media said that they were in the hell group.

Mesut chuckled at his place, "Yeah, we will do everything for win, but i'm more concern for dortmund actually," he laughed.

Marco laughed, "don't be.. We will take care of you very carefully," he added as he got into the brackel. "So how's your girl? Everything's fine?"

"We haven't met again. She said that she will come for watch the match in Berlin, but she's still uncertain," Mesut paused a while, Marco could hear his sigh. "Arghh.. I hate this fucking long distance relationship, you know?"

Marco chuckled at his complain. Mesut lived in Madrid, his girlfriend lived in New York. According to their own activity with heavy schedule, that must be hard for them to build a good love relationship. "Be patient, bro.. Love takes sacrifice, you know," said Marco as he walked along the alley towards the locker room.

Mesut asked something about Marco's relationship. "No.. No i have none. Send me one from Spain," Marco laughed joking.

"Hey Marco," someone's voice called him from behind. Marco turned his body and found Ilkay was approaching him with the blonde girl. He stopped his step waiting for them.

"Good morning Ilkay," said Marco to Mesut. "It's Mesut," he said to Ilkay as he glanced to Gemma and smile at her sarcastically.

"Hey, tell him i say hai," said Ilkay as he patted Marco's shoulder.

"Hey Mes, Ilkay..,"

"From me too," Gemma cut his word of a sudden.

Marco stopped talking directly and switched his gaze to her. "What did you say?" Asked Marco to her.

"I said, tell him i say hai," Gemma simply replied.

Marco smirked at her words. From the other side he heard Mesut asked him who was it. "It's just a stupid blonde girl, who know nothing about you had just send you a greeting," he said as he looked at her with his cynical gaze.

"I'm not stupid, stinky!" Gemma demanded as she pinched Marco's hand.

"Aw.. Don't pinch me, stupid!!" Marco pulled his hand from her, releasing her pinch as he gave his phone to Ilkay. "How can you be so rude, you're a girl!," he muttered as he rubbed a red sign on his arm.

"What's wrong?" Asked Mesut to Ilkay who took over Marco's phone.

Ilkay glanced at the two idiot who always had a fight every day. "Yeah, just a sweet girl and nosy guy are doing their daily activity," said him with loudly voice as he walked passing them.

"Hey.. Don't talk carelessly," Marco shouted from his place to Ilkay who was walking away towards the locker room as he talked with Mesut by phone.

Gemma chuckled as his reaction. "It seems like that you have a special relationship with Mesut Özil,"

"Mesut is our friend, he is an amazing person. You will know someday," said Marco pointing to the 'amazing' word as he continued walking to the locker room.

"Marco," Gemma called him when he hadn't far yet.

Marco stopped his step again. he sighed and turned his head around, "what?"

Gemma ran few step approaching Marco. "Can't we..," She was about to tell something to him but suddenly she realized that Marco's t-shirt was upside She giggled, "Your t-shirt.. I think you have to learn how to wear a t-shirt right. it flip over," said her, looking at him with amused gaze.

"What??" Marco looked down checking his t-shirt and she was right, it flip over. "Are you happy?" He asked her sceptic.

"What?" Gemma still felt amused, asking his question. "Happy for what?"

Marco made a sarcastic smile on his face. "With this, you can fool me and make a fun at me," he said as he bowed down his body facing her who was much shorter than him.

"What? Why do you think like that?"

"Am i right? That you will be so happy if you can beat me by fooling me in front of the team," Marco accused.

"Are you crazy by thinking like that?" Gemma denied but Marco seemed not listen to her.

He dropped down his bag loudly on the floor and took off his t-shirt in front of her, showing his six pack body, he inverted his t-shirt and wore it again. He remained look at her a while, hoping that it would be work as a threat for her, so she would not tell anybody about it. Gemma replied his gaze without feeling scare at him and suddenly Marco found how beautiful she was. Hazel eyes, light skin, thin lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Asked Gemma feeling uncomfort when she found Marco was staring at her for a couple time. Actually she began to feel nervous by Marco's gaze.

Marco blinked his eyes several times, he seemed a bit shocked with her question. "Wh-what? Why i have to look at you? I just try to read your bad plan on your face," He took his gaze off, switching his eyes to see another thing around there.

Gemma frowned, getting Marco with his worry. She had no plan to tell anybody about it, never be though, but after she knew that Marco seemed really worry about that, she started to think another thing. "Hey, how about to make a new deal," she pointed her index finger to him, shooting him with her cunning smile.

"What?" Asked Marco, having no choice.

"Stop calling me stupid then i would not tell anybody about your foolishness,"

"Just that?" Marco asked raising his eyebrows. He expected that she would ask him more than that. Gemma nodded, really sure with her asking.

Marco laughed, grabbing his gym bag from the floor and put the string bag on his shoulder like before, "i'm agree blondy," said him as he touch Gemma's tip nose without any defend for her before he walked again to the locker room.

One thing Gemma forgot to ask him was to stop calling her blondy.