The Loved Cheater ~ Paulo Dybala [ON HOLD!!]

Chapter 1 - The game

I just sat in my room when all of a sudden my dad wants me to come downstairs.

"Nicole! Come down right now!" He said. I ran down as soon as he called my name and he had a big smile on his face.

"Nicole, I just booked 2 tickets to the Juventus game tonight! And you are coming with if you like it or not." He said. I was just annoyed. I didn't even know what one player's name was. Why would I ever even want to go?

"Fine, but I won't enjoy it at all," I said quietly. I was just so annoyed that I didn't even want to talk. So I went up to my room and looked for that stupid Juventus jersey that dad bought last month. It had the number 10 on it. And it said Dybala. I had no idea who it was, so I googled.

Holy shit. He was just, perfect. He was so hot it's insane. Now I really wanted to go. I wanted to see his face in real life so bad. I started to put on my makeup and I made it black and white style, just like the team colors.

A few hours later
It was so easy to get to the stadium since we lived in Turin where the Allianz stadium is. All the people I saw looked to be passionate about the team. But enough about soccer!

I saw Paulo walking past, high fiving all the fans in the VIP section. I was one of them, but I was too scared to put out my hand. I risked it and held my hand out, waiting for Paulo do high five it. When I saw him coming, I was shaking. He looked so bossy, and I loved it.

He held out his hand to high five me, but when he did he looked into my eyes and smiled. Then he held my hand for a second and then kept walking. I froze. He held my hand.

After the game, my dad and I went to all the players to go take pictures, get their signatures and just talk a little. We took pictures with all of them, but we couldn't find Paulo.

I was disappointed, but then I saw him. Running towards me. When he was in front of me I just couldn't speak.

"Hey! Do you want to take a picture bellezza?" He said. HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL! I just froze even more. I nodded and smiled but was still really shocked. When we took the picture, he looked around so no one was looking and he kissed me on the cheek for the picture.

"Do you want me to sign your shirt?" He said with a big smile.

"Yes!" I said, with the happiest voice ever. He signed my shirt on the front and smiled. He said he had to go and ran off to the other fans.

What. Just. Happened. Was all I was thinking. Paulo Dybala kissed me on the cheek and called me beautiful.

My dad and I went back home but I didn't tell him anything. I was too scared. What if he got mad?

"I saw you and Paulo, it seemed like he liked you allot." He said with an annoyed voice. Dammit. I was busted.

"Yeah... I was shocked too..." I said ashamed. I knew I was busted and I would never be allowed to go to another game.