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

chapter eighteen

"The lovely Pilar, Sergio." She whimpers at the last words, as a puppy wanting out of its cage.

Great. First, my girlfriend breaks up with me, then my ex wants to ruin something that is basically ruined.

Just great.

"God." I mumble, standing up and pacing back and forth. My eyes meet hers. Her eyes sensed fear and disbelief all in one. Her cheeks lose its rosy color as she loses contact with me.

"I don't kno-know how she got your number or email.. Hell," Pause. "I didn't even know she knew you were.." My words wouldn't spill out. I couldn't let them. I was going to say how she was mine, but since she isn't, I can't.

She twiddles with her fingers, locking and unlocking them within each other. "I was?" Marina's eyes beamed with hope, as if she wanted me to finish my sentence.

"I forgot."

She rolls her eyes and dusts herself off. Her feet start heading down the sliver stairs as she says, "Well, great talk. See you around, I guess."

My eyes and body dart to her direction, only to see her fabulous behind leaving me.

"What? No hug?" I put on a pout face as I reach for her shoulder. She immediately turns around, and sticks her index finger up.

"Ah," She coughs, "Why not?" She dives for my chest, wrapping her short arms around me. And I do the same. For a little teeny moment, I felt like we were back together.

Marina's POV

As soon as his grasp softened on me, I skipped off towards the parking lot. If I were to stay, all that would be done is distracting Sergi. So I'd rather not do that.

I make my way off the field, and Iker suddenly blocks the exit. His face was drained of happiness, and it was unusual, since he never did not smile.

"Hey Iker, can you like scooch? I need to go ho- well, to your place." I scratch the back of my neck, and he raises an eyebrow.

"There's something you gotta see." His voice was concerned, and serious. He slipped off his goalie gloves and pulled me out of the stadium.

I was so confused, and curious.

"Okay, let's go to my place. Sergio doesn't know your there, right?" He was out of breath, and starts speeding up towards his car, and I follow.

"Uh, is he not supposed to? He knows I'm either at Marc's or your place. He doesn't know whi-"

"Okay, great. Hurry." He cuts me off, hoping into his car.

I step on it, speeding as fast as I could. Here in Madrid, cops don't care unless you're under the limit. My palms were sweating as they were wrapped on the steering wheel. Could Iker know something about Pilar's strange encounter with me? God, my mind was racing and I really hate that he can't tell me until we get there.

"Sorry doll. I didn't mean to leave you hangin'." Iker chuckles as he unlocks the front door to his white gold mansion.

The door creaks open to Sara, greeting us with nothing but a warm smile.

"You're here early, love. What's up?" She says, kissing Iker on the cheek with a loud smooch. He smiles and hugs her slim waist tightly. And I just stood against the door, feeling third wheelish.

"I have unfortunate news for Marina, babe. Where's Martin?" Iker says, smiling throughout the whole sentence. Sara walks over to the large brown staircase, putting a finger over her pink lips.

"He's sleeping. Go down to the office for now, okay?" She winks at Iker, walking up the carpeted stairs.

"Okay," He blows a kiss to Sara, "Marina, follow me." And I do as I'm told, still so very concerned about my well being.

Iker stomps down the white carpeted stairs of his basement, towards a room that I assumed was the office.

He opens the door, leading to a desk, Apple Mac computer, many books, and 2 chairs.

"Take a seat." He says, pointing to the leather chair.

I sit down, "Iker, please tell me what the hell is going on." He closes the white door slowly (making a creek), then walks over to his wooden desk.

"Marina, don't be mad, but I highly doubt that," He cleats his throat, sitting down onto his roller white chair."Pilar is trying to take Sergio from you, and I want you to attempt to prevent that by clearing things up with him." His face is relieved for finally getting that off his chest. I look down onto my small hands, annoyed as anything.

Why would she want something that she clearly let go of?

Sergio's POV

The rest of my day was a bore without Marina.

If she were hungry, she would make me her infamous tomato with cheese and ham sandwich.

God, I miss her.

My fingers twiddled to the ESPN2 Channel, only to see FC Barcelona playing a match against Ajax. I was always jealous of their backline, Pique and Bartra. They were great, and I mean I was good, but they always seem to be better.

My thoughts were interrupted as my phone rang. I automatically thought it was Marina, but as soon as I saw the area code, damn was I wrong.