Don't you (forget about me) [Rafinha // Pjaca]

Valentines Day ~ Chapter Nine

RAFINHAS POV

"Oh my god Ney" I started laughing as I walked towards my best friend in the changing room after training. "You'll never believe what that one fan site on Instagram posted about us" I continued talking but when I looked at him I saw that he had this bad look on his face. What was wrong with him?
"What is wrong with you" Neymar asked and it was clear to see that he was disgusted by something. I didn't know what he was talking about. What does he mean?
"I don't know what happened to you but three days ago you told me that you would break up with Samantha immediately if Vittoria wanted you...and now? That wasn't you on your birthday".
With that he stood up and left. Well, now I know why he was disgusted. He is disgusted by me. By my behaviour.
And the worst part about all this? I can't tell him what's going on. I can't tell anyone.

VITTORIAS POV
"Hey mi amor, do you think we can switch tasks tonight?" I asked Mira, a very nice and funny girl from work. She is literally one of the best girls I got to know here so far. Bruna is around the world a lot but Mira is a very good friend to me.
-"Tori!! Live report right next to the pitch? Do you know what kind of a chance that is for you!? Or do you have plans for valentinesday?" Mira asked me and winked at me.
I had to laugh. No. No valentinesday plans. Not at all. My laugh was fake. I was happy that I could barely open my eyes. I think about Rafinha all the time, day and night. I can't sleep, I can barely eat. I wish I knew what is going on with him.

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"Oh my god he is playing so bad" I said to myself standing in a little hallway watching the game over a little screen. "What are you saying?" my boss nearly screamed since he didn't understand me clearly. I had my little headphone in my ear all the time and sometimes I forget that he can also hear what I am saying. But yes, I was right. Rafinha is playing very bad. He is not concentrated, he loses the ball everytime.
-"No-Nothing. I said nothing" I lied.

"Vittoria, after the match you'll grab Messi and Neymar for an interview" I heard his voice in my ear.
"Neymar is not going to speak after a 6:0 loss, you know that" I said without thinking about it and I regretted it immediately. Oh no, don't say it, don't say it.
"....grab Rafinha then" he said and with that the referee blew the whistle. Shit.
A college of mine already ran towards Rafinha and Messi and asked them for the interview while another college checked my make up. The only thing I saw was Messi..how he ran into the changing room immediately. Oh no...
"Okay, Rafinha Alcantara is here... we're live in 4...3...2...1"

"Rafinha Alcantara" I started saying and as I looked up at him I felt the lump in my throat...again. I tried not to look at him directly, and so was he. "Barca is doing amazing matches every weekend in La Liga, what was wrong today?" I asked and I wish I could've run away.
-"Well, I'd have to watch the match again to give a full interpretation...but we had a strong opponent, Paris is not winning the french league every year without a reason" he said and I breathed out relieved. At least he's behaving mature, I thought when he said another thing. "We gave everything we had". I looked at him and by his look I saw that we were not talking about football anymore.
"So you don't see any mistake from your side?" I asked and my heart starting beating like crazy.
-"We surely made some mistakes...you're right" Rafinha said starring at me.
"How optimistic are you about turning everything around again?" I asked and the lump didn't disappear.
-"I'll give everything to make it better...Even though it was not visible today."

I didn't know what to say. I just stared at him in exactly the same way as he did.
"Thanks Rafinha Alcantara, back to the studio" was the last thing that came out of my mouth.