Miss Piqué | Sergio Ramos

Chapter 4 - First Day

Still, they all shook her hand one by one, a couple looking grumpy, a couple of them giggling to each other and then there was Nacho, who decided to wink at her. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes she just got through them all, hoping her makeup would cover her flushed cheeks as she burned with embarassnent. Maybe it wasn't the positive reaction she was hoping for but no one rioted or came after her with pitch forks, so she decided to count her blessings.

During practise, she observed closely the types of things that they did and while it was similar to barca in a lot of ways, there were still notable differences. They didn't have as much respect for the staff, they seemed to fight a lot more and it seemed less organised. Still, she thought she'd be able to manage as she took notes from the sidelines.

Sooner than she expected, the day was over and Zidane motioned for her to follow him.

"I know it's not going to be easy for you at first but I'm not going to spoon feed you. You need to find your place here." He said, and her face burned as she felt rather chastised by the older man although she wasn't quite sure what she'd done wrong. She nodded regardless.

"I think I'm understanding how it works around here," She said, rather timidly and the man seemed to raise his eyebrow skeptically.
"Well, you can try it out tomorrow afternoon, here's your tracksuit." He said simply, ending the short conversation.

It was then as she was making her way to the car park that she passed the changing room and couldn't help but over hear what they were talking about.

"Why have we got some young bimbo working with us?" She heard a voice say.

"Like, she's partly responsible for the clubs campaign now, we're screwed."

"What are they thinking? We need someone who actually knows what a football is."

"Zidane knows what he's doing guys." And voice sounded, and it sounded like it was French,  varane maybe. It was the only slightly positive comment she had heard.
"Maybe he has some kind of plan.."

"I'm already the best, some girl can't change that," the arrogant voice of Ronaldo sounded out. She scoffed, thinking about her friend Leo, who was obviously better. Realising that his voice had seemed rather close to the door, she walked off before they could realise that she had been there, listening to every word.

She hadn't realised that it would hurt so much that they thought that little of her but it did.  They didn't even know her and they were being absolute dicks. She continued walking to the car park but not before she heard yelling in some language she didn't know.  It was the two Croations - she'd thought they would be friends but they were yelling angrily at each other and she wouldn't have been surprised if it was about to turn physical seeing how angry they were.

"kako si mogao to učiniti za mene? Zar ti stalo do mene uopće?"

"Samo sam jesti zadnji slatko! Dat ću vam još jedan dobiti!"

It was clear to her that it was true that this team didn't even like eachother, let alone outsiders. She couldn't believe they even managed to play together.

Pulling up to her house, Eleanor felt defeated. She opened her door, past all of the still unopened boxes -she hadn't really had any time to unpack properly. She slouched down onto the couch, head in hands wondering how she got herself into this position. She'd never fit in with these guys, they already hated her and it would be impossible to fit in.

Maybe she should just go and tell Zidane that she couldn't cope. Geri was probably right. She got herself a hot chocolate before ringing her friend in England once more.

"Ellie! What a surprise," he said somewhat mockingly as her calls had become quite frequent over the past week.

"I'm sorry to bother you Hector, I just need your advice."

"Of course, you've got 30 mins before I need to be back on the pitch."

"If you're training I can call back when you're not busy? " She asked, not wanting to distract him, but the Spaniard denied her offer and told her to continue.

She went through what they'd said to her and how she was feeling, saying that she should probably just quit. She expected the man to be comforting as usual but rather he seemed annoyed.

"Eleanor Romero Piqué, you have been there for one day. Did you think that it was going to be easy? That they'd all love you straight away? I know you,  and you are not the type of girl to give up just because they say some mean things." She felt embarrassed listening to his words and would've gotten angry had he not been completely right.

"Hector, I don't know what to do.." she said weakly.

"You are going to go into work tomorrow and you are going to be the same confident girl that I know. Prove them wrong instead of giving in to them." He said and the annoyance had disappeared from his tone, replaced with his strong belief in her.

"And if they're still being dicks in a month I'll come and kick their asses." He added and she could feel that he was smirking from down the phone.

"Thank you, Hector." She said, honestly. She'd called him for comfort but she'd been given what she needed - a dose of reality and determination.

They said goodbye and she was left fully determined to stick it out til at least the end of the month she had. She could do this, cope with these assholes for just a month, then she could move on.

Her phone buzzed as she got a message from Hector.

From Heccy
Mes says that if you want to annoy ramos all you have to do is insult his hair

To Heccy
Will do. -E x

A/N:
Soo here's the next chapter, hope you enjoyed it! And it's a little longer.
Real madrid is painted in in a bad light here but it's all cleared up in the next chapter.

I thought it'd be fun to do this is almost real time so I'll follow actual events, so this takes place on the 2nd of January.

If you translate the croation it's kinda funny..

As always thanks you so much for taking the time to read and feedback is always welcome :)

See you next week, or sooner.

Xx