D.I.V.E. University.

Prologue: It All Started with You!

"Kevin Roland, it all started with you."

"Gerard, you can't say that!" Lucho exasperated behind the camera.

"I was just starting a narrative." They were in the detention room. Gerard was confessing for an incident, another drama he made last night. And in their university, of course every punishment must be followed with recorded confession. They had to learn how to make it cool if they ever got caught in real life, because if they're going to go down, they're going to go down in style.

It all started, pretty much with Kevin Roland, not that the guy did anything wrong, Cristiano was just having one hell of a birthday party, with the singer enlivened it. And Gerard wasn't invited.

That didn't stop him from crushing the party though. When he heard Cris was having a wild party with probability of it turning into some orgy, well, he couldn't help himself from crushing in and ruining it.

"Really, Cris?!" he shouted as he ran into that guy. "First my best friend, and then the whole university, now what? Everyone else in the universe?"

People in the party turned their heads at him. Some started making crowd around him and Cris.

"I have no time for this, Gerard." Cris pushed him, "I know you hate me because I'm too good, but it's not my fault. So you can calm down—"

"You calm down!" Gerard snarled. "This is not you, Cris. You don't even know these people."

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure they know me." Cris smirked.

Arbeloa pushed through the crowd. "You're not invited here, Gerard. What are you doing here, shouldn't you be in another party? Celebrating the mysterious invaluable legacy inherited to you?"

He was supposed to be celebrating something, there's a party in another building, but fuck it, he didn't even know where to get the legacy and the legacy had brought more trouble to him than fun. "I have no idea how to get the legacy, so I decided to crash here." And just because why not, he decided to push Arbeloa's button, "Figure I can get some entertainment, there's always something good at this time of the night, like maybe watching some comedy about a bet that someone can get you pregnant faster than a whale can get pregnant."

Arbeloa landed a hard punch on his face. But that only got Gerard laughed harder. He remembered very well that one bet in a party when Arbeloa's boyfriend failed to answer a quick question in a drinking game correctly, not knowing that whale can get pregnant. Some people in the crowd definitely remembered that too, because they started laughing. Arbeloa however, didn't find the humour in it, "Even when you've got everything and your own party you still remember us and need to come crushing to our party. This is not a comedy club, you need a new hobby, Piqué"

Gerard was still laughing because he succeeded in provoking the reaction, "Who can forget such things? Your parties are basically a grand comedy show, remember when you all got suspended for inviting the wrong people and holding the party in the wrong place? And you guys are clowns, have you taken your boyfriend to a date in Austria to see a kangaroo? Seriously, when would you teach him some lesson about animals? And now you guys invited Kevin Roland to this party, wanna have some fun, huh? Where's the meal by the way?" he took a gulp of drink from someone who passed by, bringing tray of wine glasses, "And what is this? Water?" he pulled the glass from his face to see the contains. Typical Cris. "When does the quick questions game start? Will you guys have it in this party? Or is it just gonna be some orgy?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" By this point the crowd surrounding them had gotten bigger. Arbeloa took a microphone to announce, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, my friend here is obsessed with us." But instead of making the crowd disperse, the crowd only getting bigger.

Gerard snatched the microphone from Arbeloa, "I just want to make it clear that this person is not my friend, he's just a cono...cido" Some people in the crowd actually laughed at how he cleverly played the words. Cono is a derogatory term while conocido means acquaintance.

Arbeloa quickly snatched the microphone back from him, "No, he's not my friend, that's why he wouldn't be invited for tonight's meal. We only go with our friends." He turned to Gerard, still using the microphone when he spoke, "So you can go home and sit your ass on that treasurable legacy. Oh wait, you said you can't find it? I don't know that it's so hard to find a legacy that has been inherited to you."

Gerard leaned forward to speak on the microphone, "Someone who has nothing to be inherited to has no say in this."

"Excuse me," Guti pushed his way through the crowd, taking the microphone from Arbeloa, "So you're the funniest man on the planet when you make fun of us, but when people make fun of you they're just a bunch of clowns?" Gerard was about to come up with a retort, but Guti didn't let him, "How about this, you can't find your own legacy? I bet we can find it and take it from you!"

Oh, this can be fun, "You really want to bet?"

Arbeloa took the microphone back, "How about we make the bet as a competition in The D.I.V.E. Games? I think you know very well that we have won the games more times than you."

Gerard laughed sarcastically at that, "And when was the last time you won again?"

From the stage, Esteban had taken over another microphone, "Piqué, please, put your inferiority complex to one side and respect your superiors."

Gerard took a swig and held high his glass, "To my superiors!" some people in the crowd was cheering while others started to fight them for cheering. Soon, the party became a lot of mess.

"Stop it, guys! Stop it!" somebody grabbed Gerard by the arm and dragged him out of the party. It was Charles, "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Seriously, you need to grow up, Gerard. You need to stop it, all of you."

Gerard was grumbling and protesting for being dragged like a child while Charles kept dragging him and ranting about how childish he was. Then he heard his name being called, he turned around to see who it was. Charles stopped dragging him, but kept his grip in Gerard's arm.

It was Cris, "Gerard, why did you come here?"

You fucking know why, Cris, he wanted to say, but instead he only said, "Happy birthday, Cris."

Iker was enjoying the morning as he walked on the field when suddenly he was attacked.

"Se te quiere, Melón!" Sergio jumped at Iker's back and kissed his cheek vigorously, legs wrapping on his waist, arms clinging on his neck.

"Sese..." Iker tried to get him off. Sergio finally jumped off him and ran fast and laughed at Iker's attempt to chase him, Iker's run on a race was a total disaster. "Come here! I'm going to kill you!"

Sergio finally took pity on his friend and stopped running. He picked up something from the grass that he had put there. His grin was so wide and ridiculous as he handed Iker a large melon wrapped in a bow.

"What are you trying to bribe me for now?" Iker looked at the melon in front of him, definitely not interested.

Sergio pouted, is he that easy to read? "I need you to convince Raúl for this year's game."

"I thought Raúl had made it clear he wouldn't approve that, and that was Guti asking him."

"Exactly!" Sergio exclaimed. "He will listen to you, Iker, please, I can't—"

When Sergio didn't finish his sentence Iker asked, "You have other motive, don't you?" Sergio looked up, trying to blink away the tears, but Iker saw that, he wrapped his arms around Sergio, caressing his back to calm him down, "Sssh.. Nene, what is it?"

Sergio buried his face in Iker's shoulder, "He's leaving." Sergio started to sob, "I don't even know why it upsets me so much, I never had him, I could never lose him."

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