"So you're a Barça fan?" Marc clarifies.
"Definetly," I say.
"I approve," Marc says, nodding his head.
"I mean doesn't everyone," I respond, flipping my hair.
"Except Marco" Mario says.
"What, how could you?" I gasp, looking at Marco. "I thought we were friends!"
He smirks before answering.
"Well, you thought wrong"
"Oh really, because 10 minutes ago, you called me schatz," I shot back.
"WHAT?!" the boys burst out.
Marco glared at me as his cheeks turned pink. I crossed my arms and smirk at him.
"Your better watch your back, Martinez," Marco warned, narrowing his eyes.
"Don't worry about me, Rolls Royce," I reply, getting up. I round the table and ruffle his hair before walking off.
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THIS BOOK IS LITERALLY SO BAD JUST FYI ITS ONE OF THE FIRST BOOKS I WROTE WHEN I WAS 15😭. So read at your own discretion.
DISCLAIMER: Imagine the whole team is 19-27 years old. Marco is 19. This book was written a while back but I've made some changes to make it more up to date.
Started: 24 December 2018
Completed: 29 September 2019
You know those stories where the nerd and the bad guy hate each other, then fight, then tolerate each other, then like each other, then fall in love? Not this story.
Slight BVB fanfic.
SNIPPET
No lie, it was like one of those romantic comedy moments where the moment is perfect and then it starts raining. Well, minus the rain, but I heard a twig snap and we looked over to see a peeping deer. Did I just get cock blocked by Bambi? We're staring at it, and its staring at us. It was the most intense staring contest ever. I was getting bored so I did what any crazy person would do.
"Hello deer. How was your walk?"
Maq puts his face in my chest and starts chuckling. "Of course you speak deer." He says while shaking his head.
I guess the deer got bored too, or scared that I really was crazy because it calmly turned around and walked back into the trees.