One In A Million

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Brooke’s POV”

I still had my mind and thoughts being in Ibiza.  Maybe that I was physically in Dortmund, but yes, my mind was constantly connected to to this paradise, a paradise where I had the time of my life.  Each time I was thinking about it, it brought shivers to my body, and made me smile alone, so stupidly, but I loved that, because I was feeling so positive and happy, so happy.  I have spent those amazing moments with my two best friends, we laughed, danced, had the best fun, and we unexpectedly met a famous footballer, and the most exciting, we organized some plans together.  This was another world to me.  At first I was so reluctant, as I wasn't used to that, and specially because of him, Marco Reus, I had the image of an arrogant boy, just like the one I had about every football players, but I was so wrong in my judgment.   He might be famous, rich, cute, and had perfect blonde hair, but yes, Marco Reus was a down to earth man, and I loved that, he was so different.  Maybe that his presence made my holidays more magical in its way.

As I arrived to my apartment on yesterday morning, the first thing I did was to lay on my bed and had some sleep, as I was still feeling tired because I hadn’t sleep at all during the flight and the previous night, or maybe the last two days, gosh.  We had continuous parties on parties.  The day after Marco came to tell me he was returning to Dortmund, Lisa, Roman unexpectedly paid us a visit at the bungalow and almost forced us to go with them at a night club.  Seeing how they wanted us to come, we had no other choice than to please them, and I had to admit that if we didn’t, we would certainly have missed a lot.  I have no words to describe how crazy it was.  Pacha was known to be one of the best night club in the world, and the reviews seemed to be real.  OMG, everything was so damn perfect there, from the many different VIP dance floors to the delicious cocktail drinks we were served one after the others, that made us to get so drunk.  We had champagne, but not the kind of shitty one, oh no, it was more like Moet & Chandon, it was the first time in my life that I tasted real champagne, and it was so fabulous.  And yes, I had promise I would never get drink like I have been for my Birthday party, but I couldn’t resist to these drinks.  We had so much fun, and Lisa Roman have been so kind with us.  She even mentioned that we should keep in touch when we’ll all return to Dortmund, and maybe we could go to a BVB match day all together.  She was really sweet and nice, and I hope that we could turn good friends.  I felt I could have trust in her, and trust was something that really important for me.  And I never ceased of questioning myself, how far things would have gone if Marco was with us, and what could have happened among him and me, because something was telling me in my mind that yes something would have happen.

On last night, when I was having my TV  dinner which consisted of pizza, I received a phone call from my boss, Tanya.  She had let me know that as from the first day of October, I will work in a new shop “Purple Scent”, that I would be in charge of everything, cashier, sales, stock and etc.  She had trust in me, and think that I was the perfect candidate to run her shop, so yeah, I definitely say yes to it.  Maybe it would change my head ideas, instead of constantly working in books.  Not that I dislike the book shop, of course I like it very much, but sometimes I could feel a little bored.  Selling and giving beauty advices to some clients would fit me better yes and would be totally different.  Plus another good thing was that There would be a good scent in the shop, due to the diffusion of the scented oils and soaps.  I still had five days of holidays, but maybe on tomorrow I would go to the new shop to see what it looks like. 

25/07/2014

My eyes were so focused on my laptop screen, reading  Paula's last messages on Skype, and my fingers busy at typing my last reply on the keyboard.  I laughed a little at her last message, because she was relating me how a boy came to the shop today and started to flirt with her, and mostly how childish and stupid he looked.  This made me remember that I’ve been so many times in the same situation, when some boys came to the shop, to buy or look for some books and magazines, asking me for some reading advices, but most of them were always acting so flirty with me, some asking me my phone number, some for a dinner date.  I admit it, it was kinda flattering, but not always, as some among them was so much insisting, and that I had to keep my coolness and good manners, because I was at my working place.  Inside I was boiling of annoyance, but always tried to keep cool even though that it was hard.  As I kept on typing my reply to her, I grabbed the spoon and pick some of the Ben & Jerry’s vanilla ice cream from its cup, and put it into my mouth, feeling it’s already delicious tasty flavor.  Vanilla was my very favorite flavor since that I was a little girl, well I loved everything that have Vanilla taste.  I let the ice cream to melt in my mouth and read new messages from Paula, in one of them she send me a youtube link, she said that I would love it.  I clicked the link and wasn’t surprised that it was  a song from Rihanna “S&M”, of course one of my favorite.  Rihanna was my idol and I loved everything about her, and Paula knew it, so everytime we were having a chat, she would send me a Rihanna song title link on youtube.  I enhance the clip player, and started to listen to the very few beats and lyrics, when something else caught my eyes and attention.  Youtube was making an advert that looked more like a notification, mentioning “Watch Live The 11 Freunde Football Magazine Ceremony With Marco Reus.”   Felt a little flow of excitement running through my body, just the fact of seeing his name, and I couldn’t explain it.  In a sudden, I was forgetting about everything, about the Rihanna’s song, about Paula and our conversation, my mind was only focused on Marco, and my curiosity as well.  I quickly pressed the link button which opened another window on my laptop screen, and I could see that it was in a little press room, with blue and purple lights everywhere.  My skype message notification sounds kept on playing, but it was all behind me, my sudden interest for Marco and to see him, reached a maximum level.  My eyes began to roll every inches on the laptop screen in a quest to see him among all these people, but I couldn’t.  I grabbed my ice cream cup in my hand, and used the other to use the spoon and poured some in my mouth, as my eyes were so focused to what was happening there.  The camera was finally focused on him, and as usual, he had this gorgeous and beautiful smile, that was making melt every girl’s heart.  Gosh, yes, his smile was so damn perfect, a smile that I’ve seen so many times in Ibiza, each time that he was seeing me or talking to me.  I kept on staring at him, with no eyes blink, it was like I didn’t want to miss a second of the live images, not missing a piece, nothing.  His hair was so perfectly arranged as usual, and he was wearing a black shirt which made him look classy and super sexy.  I’ve noticed how black was suiting him so well.  Also, Robin and Marcel, his two inseparable friends where sitting next to him, and I kept on asking to myself what was this ceremony award about.  The camera kept on focusing on Marco, it seemed that he was the star of this night.  Of course that he was, he was Marco Reus, the footballer.  I kept to savour my delicious ice cream and waiting what would happen next, with my mind being constantly focused on Marco and only him.  It brought me back to Ibiza, thinking again about all the amazing time we all spent together, with my friends, all together, and him.  My mind kept on telling me that parts of my feelings have grown on him, for keeping to think on him this way, and the other part of my mind that I tried so hard to control, was saying no, that I had no feelings for him.  It was just all so messy, and I didn’t know what it was.  Was it only attraction, due to his smile, his tenderness, kindness, or maybe his perfect hair, or was it something else.  I wasn’t the girl to fall for a guy like that, so easily, no, I had a heart made of rock when it came to men, and it wasn’t new, after all the bad things my ex boyfriend have made me endured, no, I had no more trust in any men.  Since that, I promised to myself that I would not let no one, no men to alter my opinion or enter my life that easily.  But, with Marco, I didn’t know what it was, because It was the very first time that I was feeling that way, not being able to know what it was.  It was like his smile was engraved in my thoughts.

Something that was weird, was why I was over reacting that way each time I was thinking that he hasn’t message me.  Yes, I remember that Marco has promised me that he would text me as soon that he’ll arrived in Dortmund, that we’ll keep in touch, and I believed him, I really did.  But since five days, I had received nothing from him, not a single text message, no phone calls, nothing, and I felt it was irritating me.  I knew that it wasn’t a good thing, and that I had not the right to feel this, because yes, he wasn’t only a guy I’ve met during my holidays, but not anybody, he was THE footballer, the famous one.  But a part of knew that it would have been too perfect to be real, that he already forget me, and that what happened in Ibiza was all behind me now.  But why I couldn’t forget about him, did something really happened that made me attached to him and I just couldn’t admit it.  I sighed heavily as my eyes were still looking at the screen but smiled when the announcer said that Marco won the best player of the year.  He seemed very happy to win this award, and I think that it was well deserved.  Marco is one of the best footballer in Europe and all the biggest clubs began to fight to have him in their teams, but himself told me that he really loved to play with his current club and leaving it didn’t make part of his plans, so yes, I hoped that he wasn’t lying.  Seeing how happy he was, seeing him doing his speech to the public and hearing his sweet and gentle voice, made me feel close to him again, to the point that I feel my heart beating at an accelerated rate, and feel some goose flesh on my skin, it was like Marco was next to me, like he was sitting in my sofa, like if I was feeling his presence, something like that.  A strange effervescence was growing inside of me, making me want to connect to him, I wanted to be close to him.  I breathed heavily and my eyes left the laptop screen and stared at a while at my phone.  I sighed again, and in a sudden and quick movement, I grabbed it and looked for Marco’s phone number that I had saved in my contact list under the name of Blond Hair MR11.  My hands were trembling a little from this sudden excitement, as I found his number and stared at it, being almost breathless.  I bite my lips and hesitantly pressed his name as a phone call action, but, I immediately pressed the red button to  end this call, just in time for not making my name to appear on his phone as a missed call or something like that.  I shook my head from left to right and smiled ironically at myself, almost making fun of myself, because all of that was so stupid, I was behaving like a 16 years old teenage, not knowing how to react before calling her boyfriend or crush, except that Marco wasn’t none of that.  He was just someone that I met during my holidays, in Ibiza, and that these memories better remained there.  Because I was so sure that I was only in Marco’s past memories and that he surely already forget about me.  I starred for a few more seconds at the laptop screen, looked at his face for a few more seconds, and finally brought my hand to the mouse and clicked to the window to close it, preferring to forget what I just saw, and trying to make my mind return to the reality, my reality.