Chapter 28

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"How many times you want. I can play all night!" Marcelo shouted, smiling as he pressed start again. "But now you have to tell me why you are so good and why I haven't seen you in any local tournaments or anything."

"I don't like tournaments. And it's not like I'm into on football or anything. I'm good 'cause I used to hook up with a guy who liked to wake up as early as this one," Cris said, indicating Nelson with his head without taking his eyes from the screen. "So after he went to sleep, I was really bored and started playing his game."

"You're really into guys who like to wake up early, huh?" Marcelo commented.

"What can I say?" Cris glanced at Nelson. "I tend to fall for weird guys."

"I totally get it," Marcelo said, nodding understandingly. "The last girl I was with hated getting in the pool because she hated getting her hair wet. In fact, she even hated sports in general"

"The last girl you got dumped by, you mean?" Nelson mumbled grumpily. But his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Marcelo's eyes twitched as Cris chuckled.

"Well, I'm sorry if I'm not popular like you," the other swimmer said, doing his best to control the anger in his voice. "But since Cris is so interested in you, though I have no idea why, I'll give him some of your past for free."

Cris' face lit with a smile. "Please," he said, bowing to Marcelo when the ball passed the sideline.

The other swimmer put his hand on his chin and hummed for a moment. "Did you know that Nelson here managed to get an entire competition postponed all by himself?"

"How? I've never heard of this," Cris said, eyeing Nelson. "How did he manage that?"

"This was way back before we got scouted by the club. Our mutual friend here was so nervous with the tournament that he ended up drinking too much sports drink. But he had barely anything solid and—"

"You suck, you know that? Why are you telling him that? You promised you'd never tell anyone that," Nelson complained, but both men ignored him. Cris even waved his hand to shut him up.

"We were at the starting block, seconds away from the starting whistle... but then Nelson... how can I say this? He returned the sports drink to the nature, but not in the expected way," Marcelo went on, as if not interrupted, showing a nasty smile.

"You puked in the pool?" the manager asked, not hiding his eager smile.

"Oh yeah... and no one wanted to get in the water after that. It took all morning to drain and refill the pool."

Cris turned to Nelson, who was blushing and covering his face. "You never told me that! Why haven't I seen that on your record or anything?"

"Like I'd ever tell you," the swimmer mumbled. But under Cris' eager face, he let out a frustrated sigh. "I was a kid and it was a school tournament back home. Apart from that idiot, very few people even remember that."

"What else have you been hiding from me?" Cris asked, his voice too curious. But when he realized Nelson would say nothing else, he turned to Marcelo. "Do you have more stories like that?"

"Oh, please." Marcelo showed a dignified expression. "I have a lifetime worth of stories that can embarrass my best friend."

"You don't have to sound so proud," Nelson complained.

"Let's gamble all those stories now," Cris said, raising his arm in the air.

"Too bad for you. Now that I'm serious, you won't be hearing more of those stories. At least not today," Marcelo said, turning to face the screen.

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