Different Now (Sergio Ramos) **SLOW UPDATES**

background story pt. two

A whole year later.
Neither have spoken to each other.

{Marinas POV}

I couldn't help but move on. I had to. For myself.
Sergio has never been the same since last year.
He came to school, yes. Missed soccer practice. Dropped his grades really bad. Never hung out with his friends. Hang out with the druggies, drinkers, and fails. Moved out from his parents' place. He became someone who I would never talk to. And I still don't.
We passed each other, like strangers.
Because that's what we turned into.
Complete strangers with memories.

Graduation day came around.
Sergio didn't come. We all went off to college. Trying to get our careers together. Never heard a word from him again. Until I went off to college. And a little into the year, I heard surprising news..

"Did you see that cutie, Marina? He's in our chemistry class! He sat all the way in the back..!" my roommate, Risa asked.
"There's a lot of cuties here, so?" I say, raising an eyebrow, applying concealer.
"No! He was different! Brown eyes, dirty blonde, adorable hair, really muscular, tattoos, and perfect white teeth! I think his name is Sergio!" She exclaimed, putting both her hands over mouth, and blushing.I pause and put my brush down. I look into the mirror, "You must've heard wrong, besides, there are a lot of people here. What makes yo-"
"No, no. I'm positive it's Sergio!" She cuts me off, acting like he's a new toy on christmas.
I walk over to get my books and my purple satchel.
"Well that's nice." I told her, and left the dorm, slamming the door.
I heard her behind me, "What's up her ass..Hm.."

I kinda doubt it's the Sergio from high school. I thought he didn't graduate.
So he's not here. Just my imagination. There's alot of Sergios' in the world anyways, With his description. Right?
I look up, and sigh. I miss the old him, not this little wanna be bad ass.
As I open the doors to the library, I turn, only to run into someone. All their books fell, and the figure in front of me fit Risa's description.
"Oh my god, sorry! I didn't see you there!" I apologized, and put my books down on the green carpet, but soon as I look at who it is, I look into the brown eyes.
I get this feeling in my stomach. Not a good one.

His figure was still amazing as always, as he stood in front of me with a maroon buttoned up shirt, baby blue ripped jeans, and some black converse. He runs his hands through his dirty blonde hair. "You're all good, Marina." He laughs, and bends down to pick his books up.

Sergio.

"Why are you here? Are you stalking me now?" I seem bitchy, but I don't like his presence.
"Aw, but you just said sorry. Look sweetcheeks, I'm here to study. Not to be with you." He says, angrily.
Sergio gets all his things and stares at me, expecting a response. He taps his foot.
"I will be avoiding you now, thank you and good day." I smile sarcastically at him, then walked away into the schools' library. A tear streams down my hot face as I turn my back to the person I used to know. Why did he have to come in the one place I never expected him to be?

For the next 2 years, we didn't speak.
Only saw each other a couple times.
Nothing else. And I was okay with that, but I don't know if he was.

Then one day.
2 weeks before graduation. He decided to finally say something to me.
"Marina." His deep, raspy voice was the same as always.
I was generally nice to everyone and everything, stranger or not.
But he wasn't worth my kindness.
I turned around, wide eyed, and kept walking.
"Marina..hear me out." He sniffles.

Walking away.

"Marina, I don't like us not talking for 4 years." He grabs my shoulder, and looks me in the eye.

(Note: 4 years; being the rest 2 years of high school, and 2 years into college ❤️ just to clear any confusion!)

I stop, and crinkle my brows.
"It's never bothered you before."

He leans in close and I can smell his warm scent. It felt like his arms were home, but not anymore.
"I miss my best friend." He whispers.

"You haven't before." As I try to turn my back, and he whips me around to his face, "Shut up about this 'before' shit.
We're in the now. And I want to change it. I changed our friendship into something more, and it didn't work. That was high school, Marina. Why can't you forgive and forget?
Can we just please be friends once again? And take fro yo dates as usual?" he begged, choking back his tears.
He pulls me in for a hug, and squeezes me. As I rested my head on his shoulder, I could smell not only his colonge, but whiskey.
I back up, and look into his milky brown eyes,
"Are you still drinking, Sergio?"
He stood there, silent.
I turned around to face him, only to see him shaking. He only shook when he was scared.
"You know, I'm not stupid," I continue,
"I can tell. You don't even bother to quit abusing yourself and you want me to come back and be your friend?" I shake my head in disbelief.
"Because I didn't have the one to help me through it." He looks down, "I didn't want to let you go so easily, after the breakup.. everything fell apart. And somehow the bottles became my last resort."
"Sergio.." I was so confused.
He was drinking because of something that happened FOUR years ago?

After a little moment of silence, he starts walking into my arms.

"I've been such an ass, I know..
But I'm trying to change. I can't bare to cause you anymore pain." He whispers.
"Okay.." I trail off.
"What?" He looks at me, puzzled.
"It's okay, Sergio."
I may have forgiven him for who he is, but not for what he did.
And I can sense that he isn't exactly changed.
It's high school repeating itself.
Just worse, we're living with each other.

xx