Falling Deep

Epilogue: part 3

Sometimes in life, there's that time and place you shouldn't be at. Unfortunately I always had those moments. I prayed to god to save myself from those embarassments but no matter what I did, they never stopped.

"Why not?" Carlos Ancelotti asked me.

I stuttered, "W-well you see, I am fine just staying here where I dont have to interact with many of the real players."

He laughed, "There's no one to be afraid of my darling! Everyone is as sweet as chocolate. Except Pepe maybe, he has quite the temper..." he trailed off, thinking about the player he mentioned.

"Anyway, I'm afraid I can't. This was a really lovely talk, just lovely but I have to get back to work." I stood up and slid the chair I was sitting on back in front of me.

"You'll be paid double," he quickly said.

"Double?" I repeated. He nodded. I swallowed my breath and gave in. I always gave in. "Ok." I gave me a reluctant yet grateful look before I left.

Later that day, Giovani invited me to go out and eat. He was a good friend and he was basically the only good friend I had here in Spain. Thank god he played for Villarreal otherwise I would have been a loner here.

He invited me out to eat traditional Spanish food. Maybe it wasn't tamales, enchiladas, or mole but it was amazing food.

"How was work today?" He asked.

"It was great I guess. I met with Ancelotti, I saw Javier, and I'm gonna get paid double," I was definitely being sarcastic.

"Really? You saw Javier?" He seemed more astonished then worried.

"Yeah, it was a little awkward but he remembers me. Can you believe it?" I laughed lightly, shaking my head in disbelief. I still couldn't believe the events from today.

"You still like him?" He asked.

I slowly stopped laughing. Who was I kidding? My my heart racing and my nervousness was sure a sign of some feeling right? I mean, maybe it was regret or something else. Who cares, I'm over that teenage-lovey dovey phase. 

I moved the insides of my plate around, "No, of course not. Thats absurd." His eyes widened.

A sly grin appeared on his face, "So if you saw him right now, would you care?"

I scoffed, "Oh please, if I saw him right now I'd brush him off like dust on my shoulder." He motioned his head across the restaurant. I followed the direction he was facing.

Javier? Why was he here? I did feel that same feeling I had earlier but I hid it well. I turned my head around like he was nothing. Giovani nodded, impressed. "So I guess you really are over him."

No, I wasn't.

But I couldn't bring myself to admit that.

I just smiled, "I was over him the day I came to Spain."

A\N: Short chapter after a month? I know, I'm horrible. Then there was also canceling that Striker fanfiction, it was mayhem for me. I know you guys dont care too much for it. Anyway, I'm picking myself up and starting a new fanfiction. It's still developing and I'm working with myself to see if I would really stick to it. Yes, its another futbol fanfic. Anyway, it was nice seeing or writing for you guys again. Hopefully, this chapter will help me kickstart a regular update.

Until next update!