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Javier set his luggage down next to his bed and plopped down on the soft mattress provided by the hotel they would be staying in. He was tired after the hours long flight and immediately felt his eyes droop down. On the other twin sized bed was James, his suite mate and he was doing the same. He laid down on his bed, with his cellphone in his hand, scrolling through his social media accounts.
The Mexican felt on the brink of sleep when a knock on the door shook him awake. When James didn't get up to answer, Javier grabbed the pillow his head was resting on and threw it at his Colombian friend and team mate. "Go open the door, man." He groaned tiredly.
"You're the one interested in opening it." James replied jokingly.
With a final sigh, the Madrid footballer swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got on his feet. He wiped the idea of sleep from his tired eyes and stomped over to the door, making sure to shoot his friend a glare.
He opened the door to find Cristiano, accompanied by his usual clique composed of Gareth, Pepe, and Sergio. The Portuguese took one look at Javier and craned his neck to look around him to check if James was there. Sometimes, Javier was aware that he was an outsider. It was more difficult for the rest of the team mates to accept him, as opposed to how easily they seemed to accept James. He sometimes envied his friend because of that.
He tried not to think about it, but it hurt. There were negative thoughts that clouded his mind, triggered by comments directed at him on social media.
But there was one that really hurt him. One he saw on twitter. I bet Chicharito shows up to practice all excited, the person tweeted, But then the rest of the team is like: Who is this guy? Is he our new water boy? And he knew it was something in the back of their minds. Why was it that they accepted others like Bale and James so easily, while he had to work harder to be accepted?
He felt as though they saw him as less, like he was less deserving of being on that team because he was Mexican. He felt like he busted his ass off to please them, to gain their trust when others had it so easy.
Of course it hurt, but it served to make him stronger.
"Is James here?" Ronaldo asked his Mexican team mate. He, of course, already knew the answer. But he had been hoping someone else had been the one to answer the door. "We wanna explore the city."
"James," Javier called, turning his head in the direction of where James was. "The guys are here to see you."
The Mexican footballer left the door open and walked back into the room. He saw James getting up from his bed. The Colombian asked, "Did they say what they wanted?"
"They want to go out." Javier replied with an uncaring shrug of his shoulders. At least he wanted to make James think he didn't care that he hadn't been invited. They were his friends anyway, not Javier's. They didn't hate the Mexican footballer, they just didn't find him particularly appealing to make him a part of their social group.
James grinned, ready to practice his english skills on any pretty Japanese girls he may find that afternoon. He grabbed his wallet off the nightstand in case he may need it, grabbed a sweater out of his luggage and said one last thing to his friend before leaving, "You coming?" To James, it was a given that if they had gone to his room to fetch him, they couldn't leave Javier behind. It was bad manners to invite someone out in front of someone else.
"Nah," Javier shook his head. "They invited you, not me."
"They won't mind if you come." The Colombian insisted.
Still, Javier refused. "Don't worry about me, hermano. I'm really tired. So I'm just gonna take a nap." He offered his friend a small smile to let him know he was fine and with that James left.
But the Mexican could no longer sleep. He waited ten minutes, to make sure he wouldn't run into the other guys in the lobby. He didn't want to go through the awkward moment of seeing them having fun without him.
He grabbed his favorite jacket with his home team logo, Chivas de Guadalajara, with whom he started his professional career. Slipping it on, he left the room to get some fresh air and to get his mind off everything.
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okay new chapter ^.^
so above i posted that thing about him not being accepted. i'm sure all the players are nice to chicharito. but i HAVE noticed he's usually seen alone, or awkwardly practicing with the rest of the team.
just like toni kroos from germany. both are always alone. and i saw that thing about chicharito being the water boy on tumblr and it really hurt me because i feel like a lot of people dont take him seriously because he's mexican. but he's just as deserving as any of them. shit. he's even better than a lot of the players there.
anyway, i'll stop before i go on a long ass rant. thank you for reading. i'll try to update again soon. so stay tuned ^.^ i love you.
-clary xx
