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

chapter nine

Sergio was acting all sorts of weird. Then me being the clueless, asked him. All he told me was that him and Cristiano weren't on the best terms. I nodded in agreement. I could sense he didn't want to talk about it. His tone was simple, but harsh.

My tea steamed as he looked into my droopy eyes. We woke up (He actually woke me up this early, I was forced) just to meet Iker at Camp Nou. Apparently, they wanted me to meet the Barcelona team. There was El Clasićo soon and they didn't want me being around some random players. I was nervous, since they were rivals. I crossed my fingers and hoped there weren't going to be any arguments.

"Marina, we're here.." Sergio shook my arms and I blinked over forty times. I felt drugged but honestly I was not a morning person. "Will any of these men help me in life? Do I really have to meet them?" I ask Iker and Sergio, as they take out their sports bags from the trunk of the car.

"First, no. Second, yes. We want to practice a little game with them." Iker says, waving a ball around. I roll my eyes and walk up to the doors of Camp Nou, only to see a couple (attractive I must say..) players passing a blue ball back and forth.

I tug at Sergios shirt, "Who are they?" He looks up and says, "Go meet them yourself." And points to them, making them also look up from their passes.

They suddenly run over to Iker and Sergio and pull them into hugs. I just stood there and smiled. At least they weren't fighting so far. Suddenly, a tanned, tattooed man stood over me like a tower and said, "Whose this lovely lady?" And grabs my hand to kiss the top of it. Sergio turns and notices. He quickly runs over, eyes widen and puts his hand on top of mine, causing the tanned man to kiss his hand. How romantic.

"This lovely lady is named Marina, Neymar. Don't try anything with her." He grimaces at this so-called Neymar and he chuckles.

"Trust me, I'll be a gentleman." Neymar smirks and leans against the tunnel. Another man walks over who was very tall, slim, with fluffy brown hair and green eyes. "Hey, dear. I'm Marc, but call me Bartra!" He winks at me, then shoves my shoulder. "I'm Marina. Hi." I say, swiping my shoulder as if it was dusty. Neymar just stared at me greeting Marc, while Sergio gave Neymar a deadly stare. I was hoping Sergio wouldn't start anything, at least not in front of me.

"Ooookay!," Iker claps, "Are we gonna play a little 3 on 3 or not?!" He yells, and I do a little turn of my head to the side. As I counted heads I realized something. We had only five people.. Is there someone I haven't met?

"Uh, Iker." I say, causing him to jerk his head my direction.

"Yes?" He says, musically.

"There's only 5 people." I mutter, and he opens his mouth a little, and whispers to Sergio something I couldn't exactly catch.

"Well, sweets. Leo is still in the locker room, go fetch him will you?" He asks, and offers me a warm smile. I nod and lead myself to the smelly room.

I put my hand on the blue cold doors and push on them. I yell into the huge room, "Is there a Leo here?"

A little head bobs up and looks around. "Who are you?" He asks, with his bare body in full view. I walk over to the row where his voice was coming from. "I'm a friend of Sergios...We need you for practice.." I drift off, as the little man walks out of the locker room nodding. Weird, he doesn't seem familiar.

Oh wait. I don't know anyone on the Barca team.

The little man was sure a hell of a player. He could move that ball like no other. Neymar, Leo, Bartra on one team, while Iker, Sergio and I on the other. It was funny since Iker only played goalie, so he didn't really play as well as I thought so.

"My dear, with your little dribbling skills, not sure you're going to get past one of the best defenders in the world." Bartra exclaims, running a hand through his brown puffy hair.

"Pssh. I may not have the best dribbling, but it's enough to get past you, sir." I scoff, giving him an intimating smile.

"Then would you let me get past you to," He suddenly reaches into the pockets of my bottoms, causing me to harshly pass the ball to Iker, "put my number in?" He winks, tapping away on my white iPhone.
"Smooth." I admitted, my eyes watching the pitch. Marc's green eyes stayed locked on me, and when I catch his gaze, he instantly looks back to my phone.
His presence was calming me from not knowing how to do anything in football.
He warmly smiles at me, handing my phone back, only to see a new number added.

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"So little lady!" Neymar called to me as I had possession of the ball. I got nervous as I had the ball, I had no idea who to pass it to.

"Kinda busy right now." I mutter, shuffling the ball between my feet.

"Ah, not too busy for a conversation!" He puts his foot in front the ball and takes it away from me. He passes the ball to Marc. Bartra looks up and smirks at me, then moves the ball down towards Sergio and Iker.

"Okay. Now what?" I look up and say to him. His gorgeous eyes lock onto mine and he says, "Tell me more about yourself." He takes my hand over to the water bottles and picks one up each for both of us. "Nothing much to say.. I'm a booker for La Liga. I'm Sergio's best friend. I'm 24.. nothing major." I take a sip of my bottle, and jerk my head back towards the boys. They didn't even notice we were gone.

He pauses and has a face of shock, which I didn't understand. "So wait, you guys aren't a thing? I swear, you guys stick like glue.. And he is pretty protective of you from what happened back there." He chuckles and places a hand on the back of his sweaty neck, then smirks.

"No, we aren't." Hearing 'you guys aren't a thing' sent shivers down my spine. We weren't anything, at least I thought so. I don't know about Sergio though, and I didn't think I wanted to.

{Sergio's POV}

Iker wipes his head as he looks at me. He shoves my shoulder and says, "Look at Neymar and Marina. Why aren't they playing?" He points over to them. I didn't know whether to feel jealous or betrayed. I clench my fists and bite the inside of my cheeks.

"Iker, you heard me clearly say that I didn't want him near her, correct?" I tap my foot on the grass as Iker tries to protect the goal. My eyes were locked on them, and I wasn't stopping anytime soon.

"Ye-yea, Sergio! Help me here!" Iker yells, but I had already started marching towards them. Bartra pauses to look over at me walking away. He taps his teammates' shoulders, pointing to me. They shrug and continue taking shots on each other.

As I reach them, I see Marina holding Neymars' shoulders and laughing, which made my blood boil. I slowly step up to Marina and take her arm. "I'm sorry, but it seems that it's time to go."