Change of Location - Pedri González

iv. collection

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Just as Sira had prophesied, Sophia woke up sharply to her 8am alarm.

Well, almost.

She was alerted at 8am but simply knew she'd end up fainting again from exhaustion. So she snoozed herself alarm, and found herself rising at 10am. Her finger tapped the phone ringing at her bedside drawer, promptly ending the alarm before it could drive her to insanity.

She stumbled a little as she got out of the bed and onto her feet. Sophia gathered soon enough and was happy it didn't have anything to do with a headache but more to do with the throbbing red lump on her head. It hurt.

Right. Last night.

Well, a mere 6 hours ago, more like. When she and Sira got driven home by a Barcelona player named Pedri González after a Manchester City player named Ferran Torres gave her the bump that now sat very visibly on her head. Oh, Ferran Torres whose boss happened to be Sophia's own cousin, Katherine.

She was so hoping she'd wake up and find out that last night was a nightmare of sorts.

It wasn't.

But then, it wasn't too nightmarish either. Maybe even thrilling, despite Sophia almost passing out multiple times in Pedri's backseat. He was really kind to her last night, and she appreciated that. She felt horrible for the earful she knew Ferran would be getting from his two team managers, especially the one Sophia was related to.

Speaking of cousins, when she gets back after refreshing herself in the bathroom, coffee in hand, a message pops up on Sophia's phone:

From: Katherine Adams

Katherine Adams: good morning my dear
Katherine Adams: how are we feeling
Me: buenas dìas kat, feeling refreshed
Me: you want to meet the new friend on my forehead?
Katherine Adams: a new pimple?
Me: ew, no, it's the lump i got after falling in the club last night
Katherine Adams: you mean when ferran assaulted you?
Katherine Adams: gonna fucking destroy him in training
Me: he did not assault me, it was merely a horrible attempt at flirting
Katherine Adams: are you sighing rn
Me: what makes you think that
Katherine Adams: my seventh sense
Me: what's ur sixth sense
Katherine Adams: knowing when there's an Enrique and Adams-Diaz family dinner coming up
Me: you are good
Me: next weekend in seville, mum and dad want to celebrate matt & clary finishing school for the year && me being done with first year
Me: them acting like me finishing exams (🤞) means i've already gotten passes with distinction
Me: oh but most importantly you winning the prem league with city
Katherine Adams: everybody knows you're going to pass
Katherine Adams: it's a non negotiable
Me: DO U WANT ME TO SHOW U THE LUMP OR NOT
Katherine Adams: sighs
Katherine Adams: show her to us then
Me: 📸photo
Katherine Adams: i am going to kill that fucker ferran
Me: you will do no such thing
Me: you will go put your red and white england football boots on
Me: and kick some balls
Katherine Adams: ferran torres', you mean
Me: HE IS YOUR PLAYER DONT ATTACK
Me: ok gotta go wake up sira
Me: will facetime you with clary later
Katherine Adams: fab
Katherine Adams: enjoy ur day hon text me if u want revenge on Ferran
Me: no
Me: enjoy ur day too love you
Katherine Adams: love u

Sophia dropped her phone onto her bed and slid her magenta-coloured Crocs on, venturing into the upper hallway of her flat. Sira's room was only at the opposite end and right enough, the girl was still slumped asleep. She sits by her bed and shakes the girl by the shoulders gently.

"Wake up, Saz," she says.

Sira groans. "...Soph?"

"Who else?"