I gulped a rather huge amount of saliva down, blinking twice at the large screen, hanging above the pitch. Clara was screaming right next to me, though I tried to fade her out, as I was staring right at him, complete shock painted my face. A tiny bit of wonder, confusion, desperate and desire. Even though, I would never ever in my entire life, admit the last feeling. Like I said, this incident set me off-guard. Utter shock and confusion. I still felt like every pair of eyes glanced right at me, with less or more confusion written on their faces. A whistle was heard, announcing the half, as every team player trailed down the pitch to their lock rooms. Cristiano-guy gave me a last look before following Nani, who called on him. As soon as he left the pitch, I awoke out of my weird trance, blinking a few times, before slowly as to not confuse myself even more, turned around and eyed Clara.
"Did he…did he just…um…me? Me? Blew a kiss? No? Wait-" I question before Clara held up her right hand flustered, interrupting me.
"Amanda Ginebra Walker, the most successful, famous, hottest, best footballer of the world just blew you a fucking kiss and winked at you in front of everyone to see and you doubt your fucking eyes? Stop fooling yourself, he's so into you, Am, alright?! Wait, I myself cannot believe what I'm actually blabbing." She shrieked at the top of her lungs, making me wide my eyes even more. No way, did she just used my middle name. The most embarrassing thing ever. And just for your information, only the closest friends – and Clara's practically the only one - and family members are aware of my middle name. Ginebra is a Spanish version of Geneva. My grandmother came up with that idea, as she had a favourite actress named Ginebra, back when she was little. Thanks, grams. Really.
I shook my head, exhaling slowly. "Clara, just calm down, he definitely did that to someone else, who sat closely by our lobby. Stop overreacting, okay? Geez." I merely rolled my eyes, a scoff escaping from my lips as I crossed my arms across my now heavy chest. I wasn't even sure what I was saying there, myself, how could I convince Clara then?
"Oh, shut up you dork. You don't know shit, eh? Are you actually blind or something? I can see right through you and I also know when you're lying. Plus the way Ronaldo acts around you proves every so little thing-"
"What act? We've met just once and that was two days ago, it's not like I'm about to see him again, expect for today. He will fly home as soon as this game ends, stop convincing yourself the opposite. Seriously, Clara, I sometimes doubt your intelligence and how you even put up with all of the final exams! And last, I do not, in any way or shape like him, nor his ridiculous team nor his dumb job, okay? He's such an arrogant, self-loving prick, enjoying the way women all other world are throwing themselves at him, as if he were a God himself or anything. And I just accompanied you, because I promised and as far as I know, best friends don't break their promised. And stop with all this shit you're trying to grease on me, because it's not working. Thank you for believing in your, 'best friend'. I don't even understand how you dare to accuse me about such a thing. You know exactly how I feel about boys and men. Don't you remember the way Drew treated me back then? Do you not remember all those scars and wounds he happened to leave on my face and body? I do not care in the slightest, if that Ronaldo guy is different, all I know is, I would never date a man in my entire life again. I might even turn lesbian now, okay?" Shaking my head, and signalizing her I was just out of my mind for saying the last thing. Trying to catch my breath, I eyed a framed picture of an island behind her. "Do I have to remind me, what Drew's favourite kind of sport was?" I dared to give her a sharp glance. Clara nodded and shook her head at the same time, knowing the answer already. She opened her mouth for an intelligent remark, but I interrupted her once again.
"Just leave it, okay? Just…urgh!" With a last glance at her, I turned to the door, heading straight and stormed out without waiting on her response.
Raging like never before, I raced down the never ending stairwell. The back of my eyes pitched dangerously, announcing a huge tsunami to flood out. Just not risking to look up and break down in tears, I happened to bump into someone tall figure, which sent me back, almost tripping and landing onto the sharp edge of the stairs. Without glancing up, I murmured a quiet "Sorry.", before rushing past that one person, on my way down.
"Amanda, wait, please!" I heard a voice exclaim from up the stairs. I stopped to look up and spotted Clara's redden face, gaping through the banister space. Her eyes traveled to the left and her mouth fell open at the sight of someone. I followed her gaze.
My heart stopped for a second. There he was, standing just a couple of stairs a head of me, a rather confused and sympathetic look on his face. Sweat was dropping low his face and his ruffled up, hair. He was clinging the edge of his jersey and his eyes darted from me and back to Clara. I blushed, biting my bottom lip before scooting down. Clara managed to yell after me, some more, but I was out of the stairwell already. This was not only embarrassing but horrible and awful and embarrassing and awful and just urgh. God is testing me again, just why today? Seriously.
a rather shorty short short chappy, but I just wanted to let y'all know, the reason Amanda didn't like football nor fell for Cristiano's little flirt attacks. and i'm sooo sorry for the less amount of it, okay? School started for me, on Thursday, and as it's 11th grade, it's much harder and more complicated to find time, sit down and write a single chapter. and i'm sorry in advance, if I don't update fast enough. I just try, really. thanks for reviewing and reading. xo