I was sat in my car, debating if I should get out of it and knock at Pedri's door or if I should just lock myself in the house and never come out.
'Fuck it.' I said to myself and opened my car's door.
What can I lose?
I knocked at his door, patiently waiting for an answer while I was trying to come up with what I could say to him.
The door opens, revealing a smiless Pedri.
'Look, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now and I'm sorry that it happened this way. Trust me, if I could go back in time and change things I would. I really would. But I can't.' I let out a sigh. 'I can only apologise and tell you how sorry I am because you didn't deserve that.' my eyes met his. 'I am so, so sorry...' I said quietly.
'You don't have to apologise for the way people choose to act.' he said with a blank expression on his face.
'I know, but you don't deserve shit like this. You don't.' I shook my head. 'And it's okay if you don't want to see me ever again, I probably wouldn't want to see me either eve—'
'Woah, woah, woah, woah.' he said grabbing my hands who were gesturing all over the place. 'When did I say I don't want to see you ever again?' he frowned his eyebrows.
'Well, after the match you walked straight past me. And I don't blame you for that. Trust me, I don't. I just th—'
'Because you were angry and I wanted you to calm down.' he cut me off. 'Truth is...' he let out a sigh. 'When I saw you on that pitch I thought you'll be telling me to walk away.'
'What?' I asked confused. 'Why would I tell you to walk away?'
'I don't know...' he shrugged his shoulders. 'You've known them the longest. For God's sake, Kylian is your bestfriend. Luca works for Paris-Saint German...'
'I would've never told you to walk away. Never.' I said softly. 'You did nothing wrong. Nothing wrong.'
'That's why I walked past you. Because you were angry and because I was taken a bit by surprise.' he smiled.
There it is. That's what I was waiting for. His smile.
I exhaled heavily, nodding my head. 'I am truly sorry.' I smiled softly.
'Don't be.' he laughed. 'I got the girl and well... Neymar... he still holds the cheater title.' he shrugged his shoulders smiling. 'Looks to me like I win.'
'No, no, no.' I shook my head. 'I'm the one winning here.'
