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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - guy
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"Hey" "Hi" "Excited for tonight?" "Well it's champions league, I love champions league game day" "I know you do" "Plus you know we're getting a day off" "You are?" "Yeah" "We are too" "You all get too many days off, but I'm not complaining. You know what I'm thinking?" "hm?" "No one's ever had a bad time in Paris" "I like how you're thinking" "So Paris?" "Let's go to Paris"
"So how's the boyfriend?" Jamal asked during pitch inspection. "Still not officially my boyfriend, but good" "You going to see him tomorrow?" "actually we're going to Paris together" "Man is getting serious" "Paris was my suggestion" "Then you are getting serious" "Something wrong with that?" "No. It's cute. Going to Paris is nice. City of love and all" "What are you getting at?" "I think it's cute that you are experiencing this kind of love" "It's not love" "You keep saying that, but I don't really believe you" "Shut up"
I started in the game and we definitely played well. I provided one assist, but didn't score. I didn't score all game which well technically is normal, but I do usually score. Assist is good though. We won 3-1. Play offs. Great. Another two games. Why did they have to lose 3 times in the league phase before I came? We could play city. I don't want to play city. City is good. It's not going to get easier from here though. At least I'm going to Paris and I'll see Hector. I'll see Hector. I saw him last week but I do miss him a lot. Also there is this constant pressure I feel right now. I don't know. It's not been there for too long, but I didn't feel it when Hector was here.
"Are you okay?" Jamal who was driving me home asked. I had closed my eyes and was close to falling asleep. "I am. Just need to have the most energy I can before Paris. Ugh I still need to shave my legs and buy condoms. Wait no. I fly out too early I don't have time to buy condoms. Well Alisa probably has condoms. Oh god. What am I going to tell Alisa?" Jamal had laughed at my ranting. "Wait- Your sister doesn't know?" "None of my siblings do" "Your parents?" "Are you joking? My dad would kill him" "Your dad knows him?" "Yeah. I've known Hector for almost 12 years. Of course my dad knows him" "You've known him for 12 years? I thought like 4 years, 5 tops" "I feel like I tell you this a lot and you just don't remember" "You know I don't remember stuff well" "We did meet extremely young" "That's a cute story then though" "I guess it is" "and elisa?" "yeah" "for the love of god tell your sister"
"Hey. You played well. Hungry?" my sister asked when I got home. "Yeah a bit." "I'll make you something." "Thanks." I sat down at the kitchen island and we both stayed silent for a while. "When is your training tomorrow?" "I have a day off" "Oh that's nice. Anything special you'll do?" "Uh. I'll go to Paris" "Paris? Seriously?" "yeah" "With who?" "Uhm. There's this- There's this guy" "A guy?" she turned around with a surprised face, but smiling. "Tell me more" "He's just a guy I've been seeing" "Okay tell me the details! How do you know him? And why haven't I heard of him before?" "Well barely anyone knows and technically you've heard of him before" "I have?" "technically" "why? how?" "Before we were a thing, we were friends." "Oh I see. Who?" "You've met him like once so not that important to know who he is" "I've met him? This is very important. Tell me who he is!" I just shook my head. "Is he from Munich?" "I am not telling you who he is!" "Okay you have to at least let me guess. Is he from Munich?" "No, he is not" "Berlin, then?" "nope. Not Berlin either" "What? Oh Barcelona?" "possibly" "So Barcelona. Seriously? Spanish guy?" "It's not like you're not dating a spanish guy" "Wait it's one of your Barcelona friends? And I've met him? Which one of your Barcelona friends have I met?" "Not a lot" "Exactly. Oh my god! Two of them visited you here, right? Like 2 years ago" "Yeah they did" "Wait which ones? Give me a second to think" I just stayed silent and let her think. "Oh Pau! And uhm the second one was.. Hector! Hector and Pau. Is it Hector or Pau? Is it Hector and Pau?" "What? oh my god! No! It's not Pau" "Is it Hector?" I just stayed silent. "It's Hector! Wait Hector is a football player" "yeah" "I didn't know you'd do that" "It's not like I chose to have feelings for him" "Okay I need the details. How did it start? How serious are you? Anything, everything" "I don't know. Well kind of. I liked him when I went to Dortmund and then in London there was this tension. Everything really started in New York. He was actually here last week too" "He was here last week?" "Yeah. You were out of town, he got a few days off" "How serious are you two exactly?" "He's not officially my boyfriend yet, but I will have to bring condoms to Paris if that's what you're asking" "That's kind of what I was asking" "Do you have any condoms I can take? Please?" "Yeah, but isn't he supposed to bring them?" "Yeah, but what if he forgets? Plus you know we could always just use all" "Okay" she said dragging out the y. "Sorry. You wanted the details" "True. Still do. At least some of them. First kiss?" "Uh New Year's. A while after midnight." "Cute. You like him? Like really like him?" "oh yes. Definitely" "You love him?" "no, not yet at least." "You'll end up loving him?" "I hope so. I think so. I do really think so"
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