F2F MATS (ON HOLD - I'M SORRY)

Chapter 1 - Why him?

A bit earlier...

I'm walking through the shopping mall with my phone in one hand and coffee in the other. If I don't have to slow my pace, I'll be in work five minutes earlier. And that's good. Since I want to earn some money just to survive, I need to quarrel with my awful new boss every day. I don't like the job either way. I'm not a normal girl and I hate shopping, but my bad luck wanted me to work in a clothes shop as a sales assistant.

Some people may wonder why I'm working there, since I purely hate it. Well, I want to go to a good uni and it's harsh because I don't have enough money for it. So, I'm forced to work there. But if I could choose, I'd prefer working in the local soccer club and quarrel with annoying players rather than with my current boss. And now, that's a paradox: I love soccer itself, but I hate any player. They're so selfish and mean and... every girl thinks they're so handsome, but I actually would love to meet such one that's really handsome according to me and my taste, and that's not selfish and mean, face to face. Well, that's a pipe dream as they say, isn't it? And that's irony because currently I'm living in a city which is famous of its soccer players.

I'm checking what's going on this world on Twitter and still going forwards, occasionally looking above my phone to check if nobody is going to collide with me. White shirt and coffee isn't a good match, I guess. I should drink it faster, then I wouldn't have to complain about it. But well...

And then suddenly someone bumps into me, literally! I fall down on the floor, things scatter out of my bag, coffee pours on me, my phone falls out of my hand, my heel breaks, I've got a run in my pantyhose. I'm furious. Whoever they are, they destroyed my best clothes and I'll be late because of them.

A while passes untill I come to life and realize there is two of them, and who they are. Of course! Be careful once you wish something because it may come true then - and that's the point. I wanted to meet soccer players, so now I have them in front of me. Once I've already realized it, I'm far much more furious. What sort of arrogant people they are just to ruin my day and destroy my best clothes?!

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" One of them asks me, helping me to get up while the other is picking my stuff up. I dust my skirt off with one hand because he's still holding my other elbow to help me stand with only one heel. Then I rise my head and look at his face. Oh my fucking God, why him? Why couldn't it be someone else? I'd stand anyone, even the richest, selfish and mean one, even such Neymar, but not him! Not fucking Marc ter Stegen! I quickly free my arm of his grip and pretend I can stand on my own. So, he squats and picks my phone up. He extends his arm to me, holding it. "Well, fortunately it's not broken."

I take my phone from him and my bag with all the stuff just put inside it from the other guy, whom I then recognize and who turns out to be Rafinha, not even thanking. Then I walk as far away from them as possible, the sentence 'be careful once you wish something because it may come true then' still stuck in my head. Fucking grandma's wisdom.

***

A/N

Just one more thing to clarify: some parts are written normally as this one, and some are written as text messages.

Don't forget to vote if you like it :)