𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃, pablo gavi.

𝟎𝟎𝟕 BARÇA'S GOLDEN BOYS

the girl from the crowd cleared her throat, straightening the piece of paper she brought with her and aligned it to her eye sight.

"um, this question is for gavi. my question is, um — sorry, would you ever get into a relationship with a fan?" she slurred over her words.

jocelyn couldn't really identify where gavi sat while she looked for him in the table for barcelona. once she got a short glimpse of the young baller, she pursed her lips being unimpressed by him. as an individual who works for real madrid, she obviously knew exactly who gavi was—but she never really understood and cared much about him. one of the main reasons is that she has seen the way he acts towards others on the pitch, but other than that, he was completely fine and she chose not to judge much, knowing that the pair have never encountered each other.

"i think it really depends, because a lot of young girls may have their eyes on me. but as for now, i am not interested in getting into intimate relations." unsurprised by the question, he set his mic further from him as he layed back against the leather seat the management  provided.

without notice, jocelyn burned her stare into the side of his head until he glanced at her. which caused her to wake up and continue to pretending to text someone on her phone.

while on the other end, pablo's mind raced through a marathon of thoughts after having glimpse of her. his brunette broad eyebrows furrowed together while he wondered how her — a casual fan, got into that private area. he was too lazy to call out for security to drag her out, but she had him hooked onto the thought of her. perhaps she was one of the real madrid's players girlfriend ... or wife?

no, not a chance. he knew more than half of real madrid's players partners but she was never seen with any player that he knew of. who the fuck is she?

he didn't lie, she was indeed pretty. but he wouldn't think any of real madrid's players would go for her. he took a second look at her, jocelyn catched up to his brief glance at her. a side smile twitched at the corners of his lips, his grown out copper bronze hair was fluffed up and his jaw often spasmed from the gum he chewed at the side of his mouth.

jocelyn's eyebrows frowned, impatiently waiting for the interview which she liked to think of it as an interrogation, considering the amount of out of context questions that were asked. she waited and waited until her legs gave out and she proceeded to grab a chair to rest her body on. during the amount of time she anticipated, she did catch onto the brief glances that pablo had shot her, however, she didn't seem to care.

a sigh contaminated with relief left her lips as soon as the players got up from their chairs and began to move into the inside of the building.

"tired?" jude laughs, trailing just behind jocelyn as they both head to the luxurious bus that had real madrid's logo plastered massively onto the sides.

"more like exhausted" she rolled her eyes, lowering her head as her finger's fiddled around with her gatepass. just as she lifted her head back up, she looked around and immediately spotted pedri. however, this time he wasn't alone. gavi was loosely walking just beside him, his eyes glued to his phone and one hand in his pocket.

she walked towards him, having kepa's attention and shocking him for a brief second but he proceeded to follow her. pedri's face brightens while she approaches him.

"pedri!" she semi-screamed, gaining pablo's notice. she pulled him into a hug, knowing the media weren't allowed here so she wouldn't have to be concerned of her actions.

gavi rotated his head just so slightly, raising his eyebrows after he saw kepa with her. his jaw was locked and his body tensed up, waiting for his friend and a girl to finish their conversation about their emotions on the el clásico.

"your work is incredible, maybe one day, i'll have a photo or two taken by you" pedri laughed.

"thank you, really. it was nice talking to you, i have to go now, ancelotti is on my ass"

pablo didn't listen or care to what they were discussing about, his hearing was blurred while he glared at her vip card. only three words ran through his mind.

how the fuck?

he was afraid that the girl was in a relationship with jude. but, he heard the question asked about their friendship. so, it was nearly impossible for the two to be in a romantic relationship together.

he ran his wet tongue over his lips and collided his top teeth against his bottom lip as he stare at them walking away.

"who was that" he blatantly questioned.

"my friend, she's a photographer."

"is she dating jude or something?"

"she's not, what's with the questions" pedri elevated his bulky eyebrows and side smiled, his suspicion with pablo increasing as every minute strolled by.

"nothing."