D.I.V.E. University.

The Game

"You can't keep your mouth shut, can't you, Pique?!" Lucho smashed his desk.

"What?" Gerard sounded nonchalantly. He had been called up by his team manager. He had insisted that he wouldn't go after the legacy, let Los Blancos have it if they want it so bad. But now it seemed like Los Blancos was not the only one they have to worry about, or maybe there's going to be some alliance. The teams competing in The D.I.V.E Game are nothing, he'd already had so many enemies outside the university.

"Now that the whole university seemed to know about the legacy and going after the painting, you better go after it!"

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then you face the consequences."

As much as Gerard hated it. He would be doomed if the legacy fell to the wrong hand. This year's game's going to be one hell of a competition, since they're all after the same thing.

--

It's coming. The big game. Now it's time to call up the team and execute.

"So who are with us this year?" Guti asked as the four of them were having breakfast together. "We can't bring everyone with us, can we? The accommodation wouldn't cover all of us, and some people have to stay here."

Raúl looked at the list Sergio had given him. Sergio was so excited to convince the other three to recruit the ones on the list he had made. Sergio had been trying so hard to convince the three of them that they can invite Fernando, but everyone suspected there's another motive.

--

Why was it so hard to convince them? it's not like there was still hope for him and Fernando anyway. Fuck it, he's going to invite Fernando anyway. They were at the gym, running on the treadmills. As Sergio explained about the great scheme of the big game, Fernando's eyes were drawn somewhere else. It's not like Fernando wasn't listening, but clearly his attention for Sergio was divided. Divided to that fucking ass. "Stop staring at him like that, you creep."

"I can't get him out of my head, Sergio. Look at him, swaying that ass on my face. He's doing this on purpose." Fernando kept his voice low as he's running on the treadmill as if he's running towards his prey. Sergio had to admit even though it's creepy it's kind of sexy.

"Are you even listening to me at all?"

"Of course, I am." Fernando sounded offended Sergio thought he wasn't listening. "If you need me, I'm in. Why didn't they approve, again?"

Sergio rolled his eyes. "Because they think you would be a distraction."

"But you guys need a distraction! I can be very distracting," he winked. But Fernando himself was distracted again, he seemed to be considering something, "If I can get him, can we—"

"Oh no, he's not coming with us. You can ask him to come with you and have fun at some point in our trip. But no, he's not coming with us."

"He's pretty good at—"

Before Fernando could finish Sergio cut him off, "Swaying that ass? No. we don't need that. Who needs a swaying French ass in a vacation."

"I do," Fernando's still looking dreamy.

"—in a mission," Sergio corrected. He smirked before he added, "Besides, we already got that talent here," he's swaying his ass at Fernando, who only shook his head and laughed.

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Sergio was desperately trying to show that there's no any hidden motives behind his choices of candidates. "Come on, you can't say no to Cris!"