Not just Number Ten (James Rodriguez)

Two

Sneak into the room, holding chain saw downwards. Quietly tip-toe to the sleeping victim. Wait until the body is in perfect position and then ZZZZZ! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!

I apologize. Cris brings out my darkest thoughts. Why am I having dark thoughts, you ask? Because my loving boyfriend got a call from his ex-girlfriend telling him she was back in Spain for a day, so Cris decided to fly to Spain and spend the day with her, while Sarah and I go get James from the airport. Flying a public plane. While Cris rides a private jet.

I hate everyone.

"Emma, let's go! They called our flight!" Sarah shook me. I wouldn't have survived getting to the plane without her. It's sad to say, I haven't been on a public plane for five years.

"Tickets?" a man asked.

"Yes sir." I reponded politely. I was proud, I'm usually as rude as it gets.

"I'm a woman!"

Oops...

"Apologies kind s- woman."

She let out a groan and rolled her eyes, scanning our tickets. She laughed when she saw our seats.

"Worst seats in the plane!" she exclaimed with a smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Why, where will you be?"

"The best spot."

"You mean the bitch spot?" I scoffed and took our tickets back. Sarah grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the lady.

"Emmaaa!" Sarah groaned.

"What? She started it!"

Sarah rolled here eyes as we entered the airplane. We walked all the way to the back where our seats were located.

"DIBS ON THE WINDOW SEAT!" I exclaimed, pushing Sarah over and sitting down quickly in the desired spot. Sarah shook her head and I stuck my tongue out at her. She knows I get childish when I'm mad. I feel like children don't get angry. They're happy. So when I'm mad, I go back to being a child. It's simple.
The flight began soon enough and I couldn't help but picture what it'll be like meeting James. Over the Summer when I'd visited my family in my hometown, all my girlfriends shared their fantasies about their new dream man.
Would I be able to resist?
I shook my head. I was being stupid, why would he even fall for me? Maybe he'll like Sarah. She was beautiful.
Would I be jealous if he did?
"Emma?" Sarah spoke up.
"Si señorita?"
"Did you see this?" She gave me her phone.
My heart dropped as I read the header of the article that was pulled up.
Cristiano Ronaldo's Ex-Girlfriend Pregnant?
"She can't be.." my voice trailed off. If she was-- then he must've cheated on me. We've been together for too long.
"It would explain why he just ditched you to see her.." Sarah reasoned, I scoffed,
"He doesn't need a reason. He's an ass and we both know it."
I contemplated calling Cris for clarification, but I knew confrontation would just anger him, whether the rumor was true or not.
"He's lucky he's hot," Sarah said to herself and I nodded.
Do I deserve this?
I can't leave him. I need to stay. For my dad.
And if she is pregnant...
That's a problem future Emma will figure out.
I tried to take my mind off of Cristiano and his beautiful ex. God, their child would be gorgeous.
I felt the weight of my eye lids droop, and fell into a deep sleep.

---

When we got off the plane, I couldn't help but notice people look at me and stare. Some would snicker, some would gasp. 

Did they know who I was?

Why would they laugh then? Did they too, see how torturous the legend known as Cristiano Ronaldo is? 

Nah, I think they're too blinded by his skill (and his abs let's be real here). 

"Is there something on my face?" I turned to Sarah. I could see her biting her lip to keep from laughing. 

"Sarah.." I started in a warning tone. 

"Oh, relax Emmsies. You're just imagining it." 

I didn't relax. In fact, the next five minutes of my life were the most difficult for me to stop myself from choking someone. 

I passed by a family, and a mother quickly covered her son's eyes when she saw me. 

"WHAT IS THE PROBLEM, WOMAN?" I threw my hands up in exasperation. 

"Columbia will NOT have your babies!" she exclaimed while grabbing her son's hands, the family rushing away. 

I turned to Sarah and glared. 

"What the hell is she talking about?"

Emma shrugged but I could see the smile playing on her lips. 

I huffed and ran into the next bathroom I could see. There, all over my face was #colombiahavemybabies.

"SARAH!" 

"Oops," she grinned while I hit her. 

I tried to clean my face with no luck. 

"By the way, Cris texted you." 

"You're telling me this NOW?" I grabbed my phone and opened my messages. 

Hey, princess. Im just chilling in Spain rn. We need to talk when I see you. 

EMMA

WHAT ARE THESE PICTURES?

He'd sent me screenshots of twitters posts with pictures of my hash tagged face. 

It was Sarah, I had no idea. -Ems

Oh Emma. What will people say? And watch your posture, the way you're standing adds on a few pounds. Love you.

I rolled my eyes as I read his message. So he's off with his pregnant ex and I'm here getting shamed for my flab. Thanks boo. 

"We should go find James," I said after most of the marker had scrubbed off. 

"Did Cris say where to find him?"

I shook my head and dried my hands. We left the bathroom together. 

The air port was completely packed in one section, and security was going insane. 

"Where should we look Emma?" 

I chuckled. 

"I don't think we're going to need to go far." 

We made our way through the crowd, and I can definitely say I got a few bumps and bruises to add on to the mess that was already my face. 

"Where is he?" I asked, looking around while Sarah shrugged. 

"Excuse me, ms?" 

I turned around. 

Holy devil have my babies. 

"Are you looking for me?" 

James Rodriguez flashed me a smile and I swear I felt an artery pop.