~Mitches POV~
*Flashback*
Seeing Zoe score was one of the best moments in my life, by far.
But seeing Zoe look in the direction of Zach and smile, blowing him a kiss was painful. Slowly looking down, so nobody sees my facial expression, I felt a tear run down my cheek. Maybe she is finally happy with someone, and that isn't me.
"Hey, umm, you okay there?", I felt someone's arm on my shoulder, which made me gaze up at them. It was a guy in, I believe, his early twenties. His light blue eyes were squirted, looking at me with slight confusion and worry. His accent might be familiar to me...it definately isn't an American one, or any English-speaking country accent. As he tilted his head and clenched his jaw at me, I took a deep breath.
"Ugh, yeah", I answered wiping the tear from my cheek and looking down. He muffled something in abother language, but it wasn't directed to me, it was directed to someone next to him. I gazed up again, seeing a man in...well let's be honest, his late twenties. His forehead slightly wrinkled, he was looking at me with confusion.
"Are you sure you're okay, kiddo?", he asked in a similar accent as the first guy.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine", I said feeling a bit annoyed by a, let's be honest, nosy gesture. People just need to 'not care' sometimes.
If there's something that I have learned from Zoe is, that when you are sad, you just need time to clear your head up. Interacting with people in such situations can be confusing sometimes...
"Cheer up bro!", the 'blue-eyed guy' said enthusiastically, patting my back. I have to admit, he is warm-hearted.
"Yeah, cheer up. Our team won!", the other guy said as I gazed at the field again, seeing Zoe recieve a gold medal, along with her teammates.
"And why are you so happy? It's not like they won The World Cup or anything...", I said plainly, shrugging as the other response. The 'blue-eyed guy' looked at me with annoyance. Clentching his jaw like he was trying to restrain himself from pounching me in the face, I realised that I pushed the wrong button of his.
The other guy, trying to erase my mistake, leaned forward and whispered to me.
"His sister won, of course he's happy."
Slowly putting the pieces of the puzzle in the place, my mouth was shaped like the letter 'o' and my eyes were widened, as I was looking at the two confused men.
"What is y-", I cut him off by jumping up and putting my hands up.
"You-you are Marc Bartra", I said pointing at him, "Zoe's brother..."
*Flashback over*
"I am sure that Zoe can't wait to see you", Marc kept reassuring me as we were walking through a huge tunnel inside of the stadium, followed by bodyguards. The tunnel was completely empty and, by every step we took, it would echo through it.
"She is actually a warm-hearted pearson", Lionel, aka. the other guy, smiled at me, "or at least I believe she is", he muttered to himself, making me a bit uncomfortable.
"It's just important that you didn't see her angry the last time you talked...did you?", Marc looked at me with suspicion as we were slowly approaching the end of the tunnel.
"Well, she...umm, no", I gulped remembering our last encounter.
'I think we shouldn't see eachother anymore', she told me.
"But...is there another guy in her life?", Lionel cut me off.
I took a deep breath. "Yes, yes there is."
