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

chapter ten

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I blinked at Sergio blankly as he harshly pulled me away from Neymar. I had no idea why he was being such an ass. I was just talking to him, not having sex with him. I pull my hand away from Sergio and he slows down to a stop.

"What was that, Sergio? Was that really necessary because I honestly don-" I was cut off to him putting a finger to my lips.

"I just don't trust him. Is that hard to understand..?" He takes his finger off my lips, looks down and sighs. We were far from Camp Nou, and just standing here in the parking lot wasn't very fun.

"Okay, Sergio. Can we go back now? I bet they're laughing at your little eruption." I widen my eyes at him and tug at his hand. He nods and starts to walk towards the Camp. At least he didn't do anything, because I surely was expecting him to try to kiss me again. Not that I wanted that, just..Nevermind.

The whole walk back was silent and awkward. I decide to break it as soon as I see the doors of the camp. "Sergito." I say, startling him a little as he does a little jump.
"Yes, this is he." He says, making his hand into a phone position. He gets closer to my face, pretty close to feel his warm breath on me. I chuckle a bit, causing a smile to creep across his baby face.

"Are you like..." I swallow, causing him to widen his brown gorgeous eyes at me. "Jealous?" I finish. He backs his face away from me and shakes his head.

"No, Marina. I wouldn't have a reason to be." He says hastily. He slowly gets up and begins to speed walk away in the other direction, away from Camp Nou; again.

"Sergio! Really?" I yell at his back, as I see his white shorts fade into the distance.

"Yea, really." He says back, and I just stood there at the blue doors, wondering what the hell just happened.

{Sergio's POV}

I had no idea why I was mad.

I just was. I despised the thought of her with him, and the fact that she could sense my jealousy made it worse. I never wanted to make her feel bad but... damn. I walk back to the guys, who were all in a circle sitting down.

Neymar jumps up to the sight of me and signals Bartra to stand too. "And, Sergio. Where did you go? You left us alone! We wanted to play, ya douche." He says, poking my chest with his finger.
"Business to take care of." I shove his finger to the side and look to Iker. I make a signal that it was time to go. He nods and collects his things. Neymar just shrugged, collected his bag and Leo and Bartra did too.

Iker hands my bag as Neymar approaches me. He shoves my shoulder , grimacing at me. His glare was dirty and his lips were in a smirk. He looks at me, softly whispering,
"Is she good in bed, Ramos?"

I slowly breathe in and out, trying to keep my calm. Unfortunately my temper gets the best of me.

"Yeah, but it's a shame you're never going to experience that, you know, since she's clearly mine." I lash at him, and before my mind could collect myself, my hands do the best.
My fist into his little face. He meets the ground, grabbing his cheek.

He clenches his fist but then stops as he notices the slim figure approaching us.

"Sergio.." A voice calls behind me. I didn't bother to stop like Neymar. I had no care for it at the time, so I ignored it, stooping down to the ground to pick Neymar up by his shirt. "Now tell me, do you want to repeat that, punk?" I whisper at him, while his cheek was throbbing.

"N-n-n-no.." He mutters, trembling. I felt a soft tug at my jersey and look back. I see the girl that I wish wasn't here right now.

Marina.

{Marina's POV}

I tug at Sergio's shirt as he clenched his blood red fist at Neymar.

His brown eyes go from cold to normal. Sergio drops Neymar and he gets up from the ground. Neymar runs off to the lot, and I look around to Iker only to see the rest of the boys, who fell silent.

"How come none of you tried to stop this?!" I say, furious. They stood silent, and start making their way to the lot. I face Sergio. "And you think I'm going to let this slide? Nope. No, no Sergio. You went too far. That was uncalled for." I turn my back to him and drop to the ground. Why did Sergio punch Neymar? He had no reason. No hands should've been laid on anyone. Uncalled for.

"Marina, you don't understand." He says, trying to grab my hand. I slap his hand away before it could touch mine.

"I'm going to check on Neymar. Don't bother coming after me." I run off to catch up to Neymar, and Sergio had this face of disbelief. I look behind me to see Iker hugging Sergio. As if I was to blame for making him feel bad.

"Neymar!" I yell, making him turn around and his facial expression changing instantly.

"Hey.." He says softly, Bartra and Leo just stare at us talking. Why do players like to stare? It's creepy.

"It doesn't look too bad.." I say, drawing a circle on his now-bruised-cheek with my finger. He blushes a little bit and chuckles.

"Hurts like a bitch."

"Did you deserve it? Or did he just randomly hit you? I can always beat the shit out of him at home, you know." I put my hand down and we both begin to walk to the car.

He looks down and says, "Shouldn't you go with him?" He starts walking faster. That kinda got me mad.

"I just wanted to check on you. You seem well. Bye." I turn my back to him and make my way to my own car. God, I surely wasn't excited for the shitty pep talk Sergio was about to give me. Or even if he talked to me at all.

I pull up to our 'beautiful' house and question myself. Should I even talk to Sergio when I go inside? What if he hates me for like 3 weeks and then kicks me out? Honestly I'm not prepared for that. No, nope.

I put the key into the door and as soon as I pull it, the doorknob jiggles and opens.

Only to see a puffy eyed Sergio, with red cheeks and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"Hey, Marina. You look sweet." He pulls me into a hug and the alcohol fills my nostrils.
"Hug me when you're not drunk." I run my hand through his hair and pull back from the hug.

"Okay, how about now?" He says, and pulls me into another hug. I thought it was a hug, until he bent down (perks of being 4'9), and lifted my chin. He looks into my eyes and then dives for my lips.