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"good morning!" lionel messi beamed happily at his younger sister.
"go to hell." mila grunted as soon as she entered his car. for some odd reason he was in a good mood today.
"what crawled up your ass?" leo asked his little sister snorting. "why are you so happy? it's eight in the morning." mila sighed leaning back on her seat and closing her eyes.
maybe staying up late to binge watch season one of the fosters wasn't such a great idea, but it was worth it.
"mila? are you listening to me?" leo asked glaring at mila who was too caught up in her own little world.
"sorry, what?"
"i said, we are playing the madridiots in a few days." leo said repeating each word very slowly making his sister roll her eyes.
"okay," she said looking at him expectantly. "congrats. but why are you telling me, i don't care."
"jesus mila, why are you in an extra bitchy mood today?"
mila didn't bother answering him and simply sighed. she was just tired because she didn't get much sleep last night, but who's fault was that? hers obviously.
and if she was being honest, that wasn't the only thing that was bothering her. it was also the boys who texted her last night that kept her awake.
"hey leo?" she asked quietly.
"yes?"
"do you.. do you know anyone by the name of gareth? sergio? or maybe even.. cristiano?"
leo stayed silent for a second and turned to look at her before looking back at the road.
"they go to madrid high.. why?" he asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"oh uh, it's nothing really. they just texted me by accident last night. they thought i was some dude named iker."
"you talk to those losers?" he scoffed clearly growing upset. mila turned to look at him and raised her eyebrows, "i literally just said they texted me by accident." she huffed.
"yeah, whatever. don't talk them mila, they are all a bunch of fuckboys. just stay away from them, okay?" mila could only nod her head at him, the rest of the car ride was silence until she spoke up when they pulled into school.
"i have a boyfriend anyways, so don't worry, i'm not gonna fall in love with one of them if that's what you were thinking." she chuckled.
"ugh, gross. he's coming this way and i'd rather not see you guys making out so, bye! don't do anything i wouldn't!"
before she could yell back something most likely rude or sarcastic she was interrupted when an arm wrapped itself around her waist.
"hey babe." the deep voice made a smile appear on her face. "hi munir." mila mumbled turning around to give her boyfriend a kiss.
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a/n! don't hate on my man munir or i'll fucking fight you he's so soft i love him and barca should stop taking him for fucking granted. ok bye
( also, i am simply to lazy to go back and edit chapter one again but from now this story will be in lowercase cause it's so nice and aesthetic. )
