Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

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(My pov)

Security got some serious work today as I have seen the media was only a few and some of it are apparently an everyday media type, they does not flash there and there, so very unlike yesterday. Thank God that it was only for a day, I can’t handle more.

During lunch hour, not to miss any chance, all my teammates surround me, trying to hear the real story from the protagonist itself.

“You didn’t tell me you’re actually close with him,” Cher blurted out. I look her as well as Alessia.

“I’ve tried! You didn’t believe me mate,” I replied. Alessia laughed at her own, realising how stupid they are.

“But you don’t really have anything with him, didn’t you?” Clara joined in.

“....no....,” I replied slowly.

“I smell fish,” Alessia make a smelling gesture. All of us looked at her with cold eyes. “No, seriously!” she shrugged her shoulder.

“Yeah yeah nice one Alessia,” Cher continued.

Just then the men’s team walked in and saw us. Cher shoved my shoulder. I shoved her back, whispering,“Shut up with the obviousness, I know it,”

“So, you apparently will just ignore him right there?!” Majole shout-whispered.

“Give him a greet young lady!” Alessia shout-whispered too, but more to shout that all of us ‘shh-ed’ her. “Say ‘hey’ or- how do you say it, ‘Salam?’,” she continued.

I just ignored all of them through out the lunch hour. I barely even see Paul Pogba because I didn’t usually sit where I can face them, it will be super awkward, don’t get me started with Lingard! This makes me sigh for the billionth time.

“Come on,” we finished up early before the men and as we walked out, I took a glance at Paul and he gave me a two-finger salute, I replied with a two-finger salute too before jog back to the practice field.

All of the women looked at me. Cher took my head and put it around her arms. “That’s our young Captain!” she joked.

I removed her hands quickly while hiding my face away from their tease-ment.

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“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the coach called it a day and we moved to the dressing room to get clean up.

I waited for Cher to finish up as I sat on the seat in the room. I took my phone out and opened a text from Paul Pogba.

Paul Pogba🔥

Today

Dilly😮😮😮

Who are you going home with?

Hello😩

Paul 😂

I’m going with Cher

Why? 🤔

Let’s grab some drink🤓

What drink? 🤔🤔

Pogdrink 😎

Shut up😩😩

Everything is pog now😩